Disclaimer: Same old tango ladies and gents. Don't own Supernatural, or any other published material in this fic. I'm doomed to only own the plot, Jesse, Eric, Danny, and anyone else in here you don't recognize from the show. All products of my own little mind. Songs used are Evanescence- The Last Song I'm Wasting On You, and Buckcherry- Open My Eyes.
Blue MoonChapter 6: Sexy Dominating Bastard
Are you strong enough
Do you feel my touch
You are the comfort in my eyes
Moving through the lust
Feeling dangerous
I want to open the door to your life
"Dean, DEAN!"
Someone was yelling for me. And it did not sound like screaming fits of pleasure either.
Fuck. What time was it?
"Dean, get your ass up man!"
It was Sam. I reached over to wake up Jesse, only to find a piece of paper.
"Out shopping, be back soon" -Jesse
"I'm up Sam!" I shouted back at the blurred figure standing in the doorway. What was it about everyone forcing me get up so early lately?
"Get dressed. Jesse just called. There's another body down at the park."
Shit.
Hey, hold on a sec. Why didn't she call me? Hmm. Damn good question that. Only one way to find out.
Sparkling grey,
Through my own veins
"Jesse Warner!"
I moved to put my hands up with a grin. How many times I had been in this position before, I had no idea. What I did know was that this time I was getting off without even a warning.
"Deputy Wilson."
"Its Sherrif now Jess"
I turned around to see David Wilson, a friend of mine from high school. We sort of helped each other pass all of our classes. Wasn't for him, I would have never passed Pre-Calc.
"A lot changes in a year."
He nodded. "That it does. What are you doin here Jess?"
I sighed. I did not want to be having this conversation.
"Do I need to respond to questions you already know the answer to?"
He did too. I wasn't being that evasive. Except the 'I'm a werewolf too' part, he knew that some things just couldn't be explained. That's where I came in.
"Good enough for me," he conceded, lifting up the yellow tape for me to cross.
"What's the official story?"
"Well," he began, "they're saying it looks like some rabid dog attack. Possibly a coyote."
"David, we both know what it looks like, and what it is, ain't exactly the same thing."
He looked away, masking something. Worry.
"I know what that message meant Jess. You sure you're safe all alone?"
I could go into a rant about sexism, but just saying the root word would bring back far too many memories I did not need on my mind right now. Or, you know, ever.
"I'm not alone. John's boys are in town."
He looked completely relieved. Don't be so surprised; John was a hero in my town, sort of a real life Walker Texas Ranger to us.
"The Winchester boys, Sam and Dean?"
I nodded. "They're staying at my place till this thing is…resolved."
"Alright then. You can take a look around, just watch where you step. If anyone gives you a hard time, you know where to find me."
"Thanks David."
"Don't thank me Jesse. You just be careful."
"Aren't I always?"
The steps we take on the way to free our minds
I parked my Impala behind the Thunderbird, donning my fake id and tried to find Jesse. If she wasn't here, how the hell did she just get into the crime scene?
Damn these questions seemed to be piling up today, hell, even worse then the body count.
We presented our badges to one of the cops on the scene, when the Sheriff approached. Oh shit.
"Its alright Deputy, these are John's boys. They're with me."
"Yes sir," the cop nodded obediently, not even giving us one suspicious look before guarding the scene like a diligent little puppet.
This day just kept gettin' weirder.
"How'd you know who we were?" I asked as I followed Sam under the tape.
"Your father did a lot of great work for this town. I can't understand what, don't think I ever want to either. He was a good man, terribly sorry for your loss boys."
"Thanks," Sam replied with his usual innocent little grin.
"Where's Jesse?"
"Just sniffin' around."
Any more than a whisper
David had no idea how right he was. My heightened sense of hearing allowed me to hear them despite the constant buzz of the crowd, cops, and usual media vultures.
Sniff I did, and I found his trail. Found being the operative word. It immediately ended at the edge of the woods. He could have masked it with something. And there were a lot of somethings that could overpower a scent trail.
"Hey Jesse," I heard Deans voice call, "How come you didn't tell us?"
My heart literally jumped into my throat, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. I was dead. Well and truly going to die.
"Dean, I'm sorry…"
"You could have just told us," he countered before I could finish.
"Yeah, it's not like some terrible burden you know," Sam added.
Oh no, being a werewolf is a stroll in the fucking park. The urge to go lap the blood of the grass 20 feet away is like an added cherry to complete the perfect fucking treat.
"How'd you meet him anyway?" Dean asked.
They already knew that…didn't they? Ok, now I was confused.
"Wait, what?"
"Our father, when did you meet him?" Sam asked.
Oh thank God! I was more relieved then the day I found out I could control my beast.
"Yeah, why? What did you think we meant?" the elder of the two inquired, cocking an eyebrow at me suspiciously. Apparently my relief showed. Shit.
"Nothing. I met your dad when I was a kid, about 7 I think. He wanted to kill Danny. Thought he was the root cause of what was killing the kids in this town, and that I was the next victim."
"What did it turn out to be, if not your friendly Casper?" Dean asked, falling into step with me as we walked the line of woods, looking for clues.
"A shtryga," I replied, stretching my neck and shoulders to work out a kink. The movement made Sam's eyes go wide a moment, then receded as if it were never there.
"What?" I asked him, a little snappish. I didn't mean to be, honest. 9 o'clock with no coffee, I'm not responsible for my actions.
"Nothing," he muttered, looking around for a trail.
"No, it wasn't nothing. You had something face," I said accusatively pointing at him. It looked pretty ridiculous.
"You've," but his response was cut short by an elbow to the ribs, courtesy of his older sibling. "Its nothing, really. Forget I said anything"
Uh huh, surrre.
"Whatever" I said, putting my hands up in finality.
"The trail is completely gone. It just..ends." Dean began, walking back towards the cars.
"No worries. We'll come back here tonight, and take the bastard out," I answered, hopping into the drivers seat of my T-bird.
That's when I noticed it. Where Eric had once bitten me, there was a brand new mark, courtesy of Dean. A purple and red blossoming hickey. Fucking sexy dominating bastard.
Before the boys could respond, I peeled out and sped my embarrassed ass home, speakers blasting Orgy's Blue Monday.
Any sudden movement of my heart
Taking a little known shortcut, I beat the guys home by a long shot. It wasn't a race, just me being evasive.
I quickly set the groceries down on the table before bolting upstairs, using every ounce of my lycanthropic speed and grace.
By the time I returned to the kitchen in a blur a movement, only a minute or two mind you, the groceries were already put away. Two thermoses were filled and waiting as sandwiches made themselves.
"Thank you Danny."
"No problem ma chéri,"
The I felt it. That scent. Not Dean's blend of spice, but something else. It raised the hackles of my beast and before I knew what was happening my gun was in my hand. Evil, grotesque, and familiar. Similar, yet completely opposite to myself.
"Eric," I whispered, a promise of death.
Danny was there, raising a dark chocolate eyebrow at me.
"I did not sense anything last night ma chéri"
"Well, your sensors are off then dead boy, because he was here."
I followed the scent, tracing his steps. He came through the window, searched my spice cabinet, and then messed with my cd player. With hesitation, I turn it on. The first few bars made me smack the off button in disgust. It was That's Not Enough by Maroon5. It was our song.
"Jesse, hey, wait up!" he called, laughing as he chased me through the house. I wound up in the kitchen, radio blaring an oh so familiar tune. Unfortunately, it left me little to no place to hide. Crap.
I turned around to find a spot, to see him towering over me with a smile and a laugh.
"You listen to Maroon 5?"
"Yes. Why? Do you have something to say about it?"
He didn't speak. His solid blue eyes stared into mine with unknown intensity. He kissed me. And it was about goddamn time.
"They're back"
My face was wet. I was crying.
Fuck this.
I grabbed my backpack and slipped out the back door. The edge of the woods seemed to call to me, warm and inviting. Ignoring the dirt path, I sprung forward and flung myself into the forest's sweet embrace.
And lives have changed by the way we free our minds
What was earlier a thought was now a hard based fact. Compiled with the evidence of two notes in the place of her presence.
Jesse Warner was avoiding me.
Apparently she had decided to go out swimming. The note failed to say where.
"Yo Danny boy!"
In an instant the spirit materialized in front of me, annoyed and impatient.
"What?"
"Where's Jesse at?"
"Swimming."
"I know that num nuts. Where is she swimming?"
"Maybe she wants to be left alone" Sam interjected, throwing the last armful of empty beer bottles in the trash. Something caught his eye, but he took one look at the ghost and said nothing. Weird.
"I don't care what she wants, I need to talk to her," I replied, fighting not to raise my voice at him. It'd just get him pissed, and the last thing I wanted on my plate was an annoyed Sammy. He wasn't annoyed though. He was…amused. Grinning even. What the fuck…
"Dean…you really care about this girl."
"Shut it," I said sternly with a glare of silence before turning to Dan. "Now Casper, I'm askin one more time," I began, cocking my gun at the same time, "then I'm gonna shoot you with a load of rock salt. It'll feel like dyin' all over again. Where is she?"
The damn dead bastard laughed.
"I like you already. She's at the lake behind the woods, just follow the path. It'll lead you straight to her."
"Thanks dead boy."
"…Don't call me dead boy, Winchester."
And I know, I know I'll have to watch them pass away
Music and cold water surrounded me. My black 30 gb iPod sat on an old blue towel a little ways down the dock, hooked up to its speakers. It was currently blasting Lacuna Coil, Our Truth. How ironic.
I climbed a ladder up the dock, wearing a black two-piece batching suit. It was nothing special, the usual tie back halter top that made your boob's look huge with matching bottoms that tied on each hip. But I was alone, so it didn't bother me.
The constant swarm of questions on my mind however, did. How did Danny not detect Eric in the house? What was I going to do with Dean? What would I do if I couldn't get them out of town before the moon rose tomorrow night? How did I even feel about Dean?
I didn't know. I didn't know a damn thing. And it bugged the living hell out of me. Okay, just one question at a time Jesse old girl.
Dean was amusing, devious, and way over confident. Cute in his own right, and holy hotness Batman. He loved the classics of rock, old muscle cars, and hunting. We had discussed this last night before Sam interrupted our game. Danny was right. Dean was good for me, dare I say perfect for me.
But I wouldn't do it. I would not fall for Dean Winchester. He would be the death of me. Literally. Sooner or later he'd find out what I really was. Sooner or later, I'd end up dead. I may be cursed, but I wanted to live.
Satisfied with my conclusion, I sat down on the towel, listening to blue-jays music over my own as I took a sip of tea. It was delicious, warm, inviting, and poisonous. My beast rose faster then a bat outta hell. I spat it out in disgust, throwing the mug and its contents onto the nearby banking.
Wolfsbane. That son of a bitch. My skin was doing the tango and my eyes burned a violent ice blue once again. It does not bane wolves; it's the equivalent of fucking catnip!
Breathing ragged and hard, as if I was having an asthma attack, I rushed to my bag. Desperately emptying it onto the dock until I spotted a full syringe. My hands shook so hard it took three tries to pop the cap and get it positioned above my brachial artery. Finally I breathed a sigh of relief as the sweet medicine rushed into my veins.
I shoved the contents back into my bag once my vitals were normal again. It wouldn't be the last time, that was certain. I needed to keep my senses on edge, especially after last night's discovery. So I was only on Ativan and silver nitrate. Here's to God it works.
It did. I heard a twig snap from at least 500 feet away when that spicy scent floated towards me. Dean.
Fuck! How the fuck did he find me?
Danny. That dead ungrateful bastard. I was going to kill him. Except I couldn't. Fuck! It was all my mind could think.
Fuck fuck FUCK! Fucking Dean and his…nevermind. Memories. How the hell did he do that thing with his tongue… Bad bad BAD memories. Very VERY BAD!!!!
Fuck it. I was going to do what I came here to do.
Quickly, I sprinted down the dock and dove back into the lake's cool embrace.
And being with you was the moment I opened my eyes...
I want to dance with you with the midnight moon one in motion and do it again
I never knew how graceful she was. I realized this as I watched her dive in the water while walking up the path.
Hell, I knew she was limber, proved that damn well last night, but this? How any one pulled a flip like that I had no fucking idea. It was like she had muscles in places no one should.
Fast as hell, I shucked off my clothes till I was down to my navy boxers, and joined her in the water. Almost couldn't blame her evasiveness at the feel of the cool lake. Almost.
When I surfaced her gray orbs were on me, an uneasy smile on her face.
"How'd you find this place?" she asked, stretching in the clear water while floating lazily on her back.
"Casper told me."
She laughed as I floated beside her.
"His name is Daniel,"
"His name is 'I'm a pain in the ass who should be shot with rock salt'"
Diving down, she appeared again at the ladder, slowly climbing out. Slow was good, slow was fun to watch.
I followed her, taking a seat behind her on the warm wood. She looked so fucking cute, dangling her feet in the water there, kicking up a soft arc with her toes.
God, Sam was right. I was so totally screwed.
"I asked the Sheriff about that message in the park. He said you knew."
She let out a sigh, her expression immediately giving way to something…deeper. Something dark that I hadn't even known was there.
"Its just something I told Eric the night I broke up with him. I told him our feelings were only skin deep. Apparently he feels otherwise."
"Ok, now here's something I didn't ask the Sheriff about. What's been up with you today?"
"Well, good thing you didn't ask David about that," she said with a laugh, attempting to lighten the mood.
"Seriously."
"Seriously…I'm not sure what I'm doing. I'm not…how the fuck do I put this…I'm not used to sleeping with someone and waking up with them the next morning. And I've never had one living in my house that happens to be a fellow hunter. To be honest with you, I don't know what the fuck to do next."
"Well, that makes two of us sweetheart! I don't do this…share our feelings shit often. Ever."
"Well then why me?" she asked, pitch of her voice raising in distress.
"Maybe because I care about you!"
You dare tell me you love me
Oh god…oh god…OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!!
This is a disaster, a tragedy! I've gotta tell him he can't fall for me. Tell him he doesn't know me.
No, bad idea! Cause then he'll start digging into stuff and want to get to know me because he cares about me and then he'll figure out I'm werewolf and then he'll hate me and he'll kill me and he'll steal my car! I've seen the way he looks at her!
Ok, that last bit was probably just insane ranting but you know what I mean!
What do I do what do I do. I thought that phrase over and over so fast it sounded like chipmunks were running circles in my cranium.
Then it hit me.
I could run.
"Dean…you're making a drama out of nothing. It was just sex. Really amazing mind-blowing sex, but that's all."
"Nothing else?"
God how he tried to hide it, handsome face perfectly void of all emotion. I was glad and pained for it. Glad for it kept my eyes somewhere other than that perfectly toned chest of sin. But I could smell it there, beneath it all. Something so real I could almost hold it in my hands.
And now I was going to break it.
"Nope."
He laughed, so joyous and innocent, and so full of pain. God I wanted to kiss him. To tell him I cared. But he would be the death of me. And death was not an option. Not until I killed Eric. Not until I finished it.
"Good. Now, you tell Sam we had a chick flick moment, I'll kill you."
I laughed.
"Why would when I can give you such a better reason to do so?"
He opened his mouth to respond, but the words never came out. Because I shoved him in the lake.
I had him for one more night. And damned if I was gonna enjoy it.
(sorry this chapter took me so long guys! Notice its a lot longer then my usual 7 page length, actually over 10! As always, read and review for I need lots of love!! Thanks for the great reviews last chapter too!)