I do not own any of the Supernatural characters. Neither me nor my demon brethren are receiving any money from this little venture. I just happen to be madly in love with John and refuse to accept his death, so this is my version of how it SHOULD have played out. BTW this is the VERY mature chapter I warned you about!
"We're in Seattle. We moved here so you could get a job. You never said why you wanted to move here but since you're an excellent mechanic it seemed ok." She filled in the missing pieces.
"Where did we come from?"
"Topeka Kansas" she answered him, hoping that the closeness of truth wouldn't override the forgetting powder.
He looked thoughtful but said nothing. She caressed his whiskered face and smiled, love and devotion glowing in her luminous green eyes. He couldn't deny that the emotion in her eyes effected him. He just couldn't quite shake the feeling that things weren't as she was telling him.
"You don't look very old. Do you have a mirror?" he ask rather crossly.
She smiled and pulled a mirror out of the leather back pack that lay on the bed. She was glad she had packed all the things that a human girl would have. It was coming in very handy.
He took in his reflection. He looked as old as he felt, which made him wonder at the girl beside him. He had to be at least fifty and she didn't look to be even thirty. That seemed very odd. He looked at her, contemplating the truth of her claim to be his wife.
"Just how old are you?" he ask.
"I'm thirty five. Before you ask, you are fifty three. "
"You don't look thirty much less thirty five" he replied
She laughed softly. "And you wonder why I love you so much. You are a wonderful man and so sweet. You are my hero. There's no other man for me." she answered before kissing him passionately. He was surprised by the warmth of her lips pressed to his but something inside him answered. Her body seemed unnaturally warm but he didn't dwell on that little detail. Not when the woman kissing him stirred his spirit like she did. No wonder he married her, he thought to himself.
So many of the things she told him was truth that it didn't seem wrong. She'd fallen for him the first time she'd seen him. It didn't matter that he hunted her kind. The only ones he seemed concerned with were those who were waging war against humans. And of course her father's worst pain in the butt underling. John had become a legendary boogey man amongst demons. To most anyway. To her and her ladies- in- waiting he was someone great. Of course they didn't have anything against humans and really rather liked humans as a whole. He was a hero for humans and so the girls liked him. The fact that he was so handsome helped to. One of the girls had even managed to become intimate with his oldest son, Dean. Vhilla regretted that she couldn't reunite them but that was just to dangerous for everyone concerned. The only way to keep his where abouts unknown was to keep him ignorant of who he truly was. She was determined to make sure he wasn't captured and taken back to Hell. What was done to him had terrified her. She couldn't let that happen again.
"Maybe you should wait a day or so before going job hunting. We're paid up for a month and we have food." she lied but she concentrated and knew that her lie would soon be truth. It was good to be a demonic princess. Well, sometimes it was. And right now it was wonderful.
"So what was the plan before this little set back" he ask. She looked at him and smiled.
"Well, it is snowing. We have a bottle of wine, it's warm here, and there is Ivanhoe on cable" she offered smiling.
He rolled his eyes. Ivanhoe. He didn't think that was his type movie but she seemed to think it fit the situation. It wasn't like he could remember having anything better to do.
Vhilla thanked her lucky stars she'd brought him to an alley just outside this motel. It could have been awkward for him to have waken in the alley. As it was, the guest register was filled out and the clerk had the memory of taking their money for a month. She had the actual money she'd been able to accumulate before she freed John.
She didn't really know what he liked to eat. He was a hunter, he'd eaten fast foods or whatever was available when he could get it. She had always had a weakness for Roman dishes, a left over nostalgia from a time she'd spent there at the height of Rome's happier times. Before the crazy emperors time.
She made a special dish with a special sauce, a recipe from her time in ancient Rome. Along with her favorite wine it was an excellent choice, John seemed to love it as well. She smiled as he ate like a starved man. Of course HE didn't know that he hadn't had a body to eat with for over 9 months!
She slipped into a toga style gown and curled up next to John. He felt so very good. His arms closed around her gently.
She could tell he wasn't really into the movie. To tell the truth, she was more interested in touching him. She had wanted to touch him like this since she'd unchained him from the pits of Hell. Her fingers traced patterns across his chest and stomach muscles as she pretended to be interested in the movie. She loved the feel of the hair on his chest and stomach. It wasn't really thick, it was just enough to intrigue her, to add sensation. Oh yes, he was perfect. She wanted to taste his skin, to see if it was as smooth to her lips as it was to her fingers.
He was trying to control the urge to roll her onto her back and indulge himself, but more he wanted to see what she would do. It was getting harder to just lay there and let her explore though. John was by no means unaccustomed to women. He knew how a woman acted with a man she'd been with before. He was also sure that they had never been together. The fact that she was lingering in places like it was the first time she'd touched him was a dead give away. So, if she wasn't really his wife, why was she pretending to be? It didn't make sense. It was obvious that she cared for him. It was in her eyes, the way she acted with him. Well, he needed to stay in character and, since this was turning out to be very pleasant, he let her play. She was beautiful, curvy, and everything he could want in a woman. And she wanted him.
He raised her head to look into his eyes. He saw the desire in her eyes and knew this path was set. He bent to taste her lips. Her lips were like strawberries. He liked that. Her kisses were soft and exploring at first. As he pushed her further, he was answered with a passion that belied the timid exploration that had initiated this interlude. He forgot all the questions that plagued him and indulged in the taste of her mouth, the silky feel of her bare skin. The toga slipped from her shoulder and parted to give him free access to her naked flesh. She seemed warmer than what seemed natural but he didn't think about it. He was more into the young woman lying half under him, who had wrapped a leg over his hip, who was driving him crazy with kisses so passionate they took his breath and his sanity.
He pushed her onto her back and his hands cupped her bottom, pulling her against his hardening length as he moved down her throat. Her skin was velvety, tender.
His beard lightly scrapped the sensitive skin of her throat. His hand found the swells of her breasts. She wasn't overly large but she filled his large hands. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and was rewarded with a moan as she arched her back, unconsciously begging for more.
He suckled at her breasts like a starving man, driving her to a frenzy of sensation. She had never known that a human could give her such pleasure.
His hand found the sensitive place between her legs as he sucked greedily at her full breasts. She cried out in pleasure as she bucked against him, frantically seeking release as he stoked the fires of her passion higher.
He planted kisses here and there down her flat stomach as he worked his way down her body. She whimpered softly and ran her fingers through his hair. He could smell the clean sweet scent of her as he reached the center of her. As his tongue found the small sensitive nub her cries became screams of pleasure. He invaded the nether regions of her body with his fingers, feeling how hot and tight she was. The feel of his beard against her sensitive flesh drove her wild. He drove her over the edge of sanity as waves of small orgasms washed over her over and over again, each being stronger than the last.
She drove him crazy as well. He felt like it had been so long. He rose above her kissing her, sharing the taste of her as he positioned himself. She returned his kisses wildly as he plunged himself deep inside her. Her scream was caught in his mouth as they surrendered to the wild rhythm that was older than time itself. He felt like a drowning man, caught up in everything that was Gillian. He wanted to feeling to last forever. He felt her every orgasm, and felt each one lead toward a much more intense one. He could feel himself reaching that point quickly. He drove himself into her harder, spurred on by her cries of pleasure until it felt like the entire world shattered, a pleasure so intense it almost hurt. He vaguely heard Gillian scream his name. He thought he'd died and gone to heaven. He collapsed on top of her as he struggled to catch his breath. As his breathing began to slow he rolled off her and pulled her with him. She snuggled close, a happy fulfilled smile curving her soft lips. He smiled. He might not be so bad for an old man.
He kissed her lips and laid his cheek on top of her head. To bad it couldn't stay this way, he thought sadly. As an after thought he wondered to himself where that thought had come from. Some of his memories seemed to be trying to surface.
She had fallen asleep cuddled against his side. He glanced down at her glowing face, so peaceful in sleep. He still didn't believe she was his wife but he had to admit she was the perfect lover. There was something about her that seemed odd. Like he knew her but at the same time she was a stranger. Since he couldn't remember anything before waking up with her he decided that if this was the worst it could get, well, he'd make the best of it until he figured things out.
He had to admit she was a good cook to. It seemed like it had been forever since he'd had a home cooked meal and shared the kind of moment he was enjoying now. He glanced at the top of her head as she lay sleeping on his shoulder. He wasn't overly fond of Ivanhoe but she had been. He never realized that an old movie could make a girl as romantic and passionate as it had made Gillian. He felt as though it had been a lifetime since he'd shared such passion with a woman.
He fell asleep against the warmth of her body. Wrapped in the arms of a loving woman, he felt his life had changed in some way he couldn't name. He fell into a deep sleep.
He slept fitfully, dreaming of monsters and demons. In his dreams there were two other, younger, men. He seemed to be close to these young men, he trusted them and they worked together like a well oiled machine, killing the things that were stalking a family. As he dreamed, he saw one of the boys being attacked and yelled to warn him.
He woke in a cold sweat with Gillian crooning to him softly. She was brushing his damp hair from his forehead. She kissed his forehead and rocked him as though he were a child having a bad dream. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought she would make a good mother.
"It's alright Jake, wake up. It's just a dream, you're alright. I'm here, you're ok." she crooned softly trying to wake him before the nightmare triggered his true memory.
"Gillian!" he exclaimed. He felt disorientated. He knew of no reason why he should be dreaming of the things that he had, but he was sure there had to be one. The two young men, they had called him Dad. Gillian hadn't mentioned him having any children or having been married before.
"Have I ever been married before? Do I have any kids and if so how old are they?" he ask shakily.
"I believe you were but that was many years ago and you don't talk about it. As for children, I'm not sure about that. You've never liked to talk about your past." she lied. She wrapped her arms around him to reassure him. She held him close till his heart beat calmed. He was quiet and lost in his own thoughts as was she.
She was afraid for him and afraid of what would happen if he remembered the past. She couldn't bear the thought of how he would react to her if he remembered she was a demon. She doubted if it would matter that she had rescued him from Hell. He would leave her and she was terrified to think of what would happen if the Air demon found out that she had smuggled him out.
Her father would be furious, not that she had done it, although he wouldn't be happy about that either. Lucifer would be furious that she got caught.
Her thoughts melted as John pulled her head down and kissed her. The man was insatiable and she loved it. She returned his kisses with adoration and admiration. They explored each other under the glow of a full moon. Shining off the snow, it lit the room surreally.
His kisses were gently and sweet at first, then deepening into a more desperate passion. She felt his need to release the fear, the desperation he'd remembered in his dream. She gave over and let her own fiery, demonic nature rise to the surface. He pulled her roughly against him, running his fingers thru her long silky hair before clenching a handful and pulling her head back and attacking her throat with the zeal of a man who'd been denied and in pain for far to long. She felt his inner pain as he pulled her into submission. The hard muscular chest was a crushing press against her sensitive breasts. She felt overwhelmed by the need to be consumed by him.
His other hand reached down and spread her legs wide to his invasion. The tiny nub there was still sensitive from their previous love making. The slightest touch of his calloused fingers made her scream with pleasure. She no longer felt she had any control of her body. This man controlled her entire existence at this moment. And she couldn't have thought of anyone else she'd have rather had in control. She felt her whole world explode with a pleasure she'd never felt before. It seemed like it would never end.
"Open your eyes. Open your eyes Gillian. I want to look into your eyes when I take you this time" he spoke roughly, somewhere in the back of his mind there was a nagging feeling, something telling him that he needed to see her soul. She obeyed without thought. She would have done anything he told her to at that moment.
Watching her eyes he shoved himself deep inside her. She cried out as he filled her small body, she felt his strength, his power. She was lost to him forever in that moment. As if her essence had become one with his soul. He rode her hard and ruthlessly. He saw in her eyes, she accepted him, she wanted him and was his completely. From this moment on theirs was a destiny entwined, come what may.
This night would be etched in both their hearts and minds forever. He was bonding with her and she was falling so deeply in love with him that she would never think of Hell as her home again. Where John was, that would be her home from now on.