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I just stared at this demon in bewilderment. I couldn't help the nagging feeling I was getting in the back of my mind and the tingling I had rushing up the back of my neck, causing the hair to rise. I proudly surpressed the shudder before anyone could see it. I will not show fear.
"Kind of hard to corrupt what's already been corrupted." I crossed my arms over my chest, not acknowledging the warning glances from Dean. His over-protectiveness isn't necessary in this situation. The demon actually laughs…a full hearty laugh.
"Glad you find me amusing."
"Mrs. Winchester…I see you're coming into your own." I narrow my eyes at the demon. What the hell does he know? How does everyone seem to know what even I don't? "Or would you rather Ms. Harvelle, hmm?" Although my gaze never leaves the demon and I have moved to stand a couple of feet out of the trap, Dean is right by my side, a protective hand on my shoulder. Oddly enough, there's no pull.
"Don't talk to her, don't even look at her. What are you doing here?" Dean's voice is angry and his hand has slid down my arm, pulling me further into him.
"Just seeing if the rumors are true. Crowley sends his congratulations." He gives a meniacial grin while his eyes flick down to my stomach. This further confuses me and I know it shows on my face by the look of pure glee in his cold black eyes flicking between both Dean and I.
"Congratulations for what and what does Crowley have to do with anything? Offering to pay for the divorce papers that keep piling up in trash cans?" I shrug myself away from Dean, getting dangerously close to the edge of the trap, only to have Dean wrap his arms back around my waist and tug me back into his chest, leaving no room for freedom.
"The baby." He looks to my stomach again, Deans hands splayed out across it. I feel another wave of confusion and…anger? Why am I angry? I feel his hands tighten more around my midsection and feel the anger rolling off of him in waves. I'm feeling Dean's anger?
"What baby?" Dean asks me, barely concealed fury and rage lacing underneath the question. I can't help but ask the same question. There's no way. The last person I slept with was Dean and that was 7 months ago. I would have a giant watermelon hanging off of me at this point.
"There is no baby, genius." I try to pry his hands back from around me, but it isn't working.
"Don't lie deary…it was written that your powers would come into their own upon conception of your first-born." Didn't Mary say something about grandchildren? What the hell is going on?
"Well then your book is wrong." I can't help the smug look on my face and I grip the sides of Dean's pant legs, trying to calm myself. No matter how mad I am with him, no matter what he does, feeling his hard body pressed against mine so tightly is making my body betray my feelings.
"What makes you say that?" The demon doesn't look convinced and I can see why. It looks like Dean is protecting my stomach, his hands haven't moved. He probably believes it…stupid idiot.
"You have to fuck someone to get pregnant, so like I said, your book is wrong." The priceless look that quickly flittered across the demon's face was amusing, although he just as quickly schooled his features back into smugness. Dean's arms slacked a little around me at the admission but not entirely. I knew he would have questions but none of which I was willing to answer honestly. One day back and the Winchester's have been the center of a shit-storm in Bobby's house. Go figure.
"What do you know about her exactly?" Sam was getting a little impatient, I can see it in his eyes and the way he is posturing his body. Most people would see him as the picture of calm, but not me.
"You Winchester's are so clueless to the parts you play. You should ask your Angel. Send me back." His eyes never left mine, unnerving everyone in the room.
"Sam..do it." Dean picked me up and took 5 steps back until he was against the wall while Sam began the exorcism.
"Exorcizamus te, ominus immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, ominis incursion infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica." The demon threw his head back and a cloud of black smoke rose into the ceiling and vanished, leaving a man's dead body behind on Bobby's floor.
"Well that was enlightening." Everyone looks at me, judging my mood to see how to proceed. The look I give Bobby clearly tells him not now, Sam gives me puppy eyes which would normally break my resolve, all I can tell him is I would talk to him later. After Sam and Bobby leave the room I realize that Dean hasn't made any move to release me, bringing the feel of his body to the front of my mind all over again. My body is tingling and humming in appreciation, begging for me to settle myself into him, just to give in.
"You can let go now." I try shrugging him off of me but he tightens his hold and buries his face into the crook of my neck, taking a deep breath. I feel the tension leaving his body as he nuzzles his nose against my neck.
"I don't want to. I miss you…this feels right again." His whispered confession is tugging at my heart but my pride ultimately wins out.
"Let go Dean." My voice comes out harsher than I had intended but his feelings aren't on my top list of priorities. Maybe I need to talk to Mary again…after I get drunk. Yes, alcohol sounds great right about now. Dean reluctantly lets go of me and I rush out of his reach and straight for the bottle of whiskey in Bobby's desk, taking a long pull straight from the bottle.
"Why don't you call Cas…ask him whatever the hell that was about and what this is about being written down and pregnancy and all that." I hear Sam and Bobby enter the room again and Bobby is giving me a look of disapproval, Sam has an amused look with an eyebrow cocked. I return the gesture back to them both and take another pull from the bottle, never grimacing or looking away from their direction.
"You haven't asked him about this in 4 months?" Dean asks me incredulously. I can't help the rueful laugh that escapes out of my mouth. My insides are already warm from the whiskey and it's starting to give me a pleasant hum.
"Apparenly you got him in the divorce, he doesn't answer my calls anymore." I quickly booked it outside, taking the bottle of whiskey with me and getting into the shed. I notice the Impala and smile. I never thought I would miss this thing but now that I am looking at it, running my hand down the quarter panel, I realize that I really do miss this big hunk of metal. I climb into the backseat, getting lost in my thoughts. I'm not sure how much time has passed but I feel my eyes becoming heavy and look down at the bottle only to realize it's empty. I drank a half bottle of whiskey with a piece of toast on my stomach from breakfast. No wonder I'm sleepy. I am beyond drunk.
After rolling down the windows I lie down in the back seat and quickly fall asleep. It doesn't last a peaceful sleep for long before I am back in that same damn bright room. Appaerently being drunk transfers over into this state as well because the room is spinning and I can't keep my balance. Just as I am about to fall flat on my face, strong arms catch me and I hear a deep amused chuckle in my ear…Dean's chuckle but a little deeper. John. I can't help the giggles that erupt from me as he gently sits me on the ground and sits beside me.
"Whiskey's kickin your ass sweetheart." I miss this man's smile. You hardly ever saw it but when you did, my god, it could light up your whole world.
"It was Bobby's secret stash, the good stuff…maybe he'll find a better hiding place from now on." His smile is contagious and I return it. "God, John…I miss the hell out of you, ya know?" He wraps an arm around my shoulder and my head falls against his. "I know baby girl. You've done good though. I'm proud of you." I look up at him, my chin resting on his shoulder and he gives me a kiss on my forehead, causing me to smile.
"The boys are good. Busy as always, but you know that."
"Ya know, my boys, they're good hunters, damn good. Sammy got lucky that he turned out to be so much like Mary. He'll make a good father and husband someday. Now Dean…" He pauses to look into my eyes and I know better than to avert them. When John Winchester spoke to you, you paid attention. "Dean is more like me than either of us are prepared to really admit. You've been good for him, settled him down. You keep him grounded. If you're not around, things go bad and fast. I'm not sayin what he did was right, but baby girl, you're going to have to make up your mind."
"Yes sir." I said, causing him to smirk. "I understand, I'm just hurt and it doesn't seem I have much of an option in this soul mate stuff. I love him so much that it's consuming to everything in me, but I can't seem to just move past it. Now with everything else going on with me, it's more confusing than ever."
"Baby girl, I told you from the first day that I met you that you were special. You're an important member of this family, and they interlocked your fate with Dean's for a reason. I don't know the whole story but I do know that you're supposed to be giving me some grandkids, some pretty important badass grandkids, and the timeline has been thrown off because of what happened with Dean. So make up your mind. That's an order." He stands, taking me with him and stands in front of me, hands on my shoulders and kisses my forehead one last time before I am suddenly back in the Impala. I let out a deep breath and get out of the car to walk back into the house to take a shower, realizing that it is now dark outside. Walking up the front steps I realize I am still incredibly drunk and can't help the giggle that comes out of me. John must've really thought I was a sight…just what everyone wants, a drunk daughter for a life altering conversation. I make my way inside and groan looking up the stairs…there's so many of them. Because the banister is broken I think it is best to climb up the stairs, if I try and walk up them I will most likely fall and break my neck. About 5 steps up I hear laughter behind me, realizing it's Dean.
"What the hell are you doing? Not that I'm not enjoying the view but ya know.." I can hear the damn smirk on his face but I'm too drunk to care and just laugh.
"I thought this was better than breaking my neck. I need a shower." I chance a peek over my shoulder through my hair and see his eyes firmly planted on my ass, causing me to erupt in another fit of giggles. "Are you gonna help me upstairs Winchester or just continue to stare at my ass all night?" I hear another low chuckle before I feel his strong arms pick me up, turn me around, and throw me over his shoulder heading up to the bathroom.
"You need to eat, you don't weigh anything and I can feel your ribs and bony hips digging into me."
"Yes sir." Even this response surprises me along with him. I guess the tone made me think of John.
"I like this side of you, ya know, the one that doesn't argue every 5 minutes." He sits me on the bathroom counter and starts my water for me, getting everything I need and all I can do is stick out my tongue at him before laughing some more.
"How much did you drink?" I see the amusement dancing in his green eyes and I feel lost in them all over again.
"I don't know…bottle's empty now." I laugh again while he shakes his head at me, smirking that famous smirk. God his lips are gorgeous…so full and pouty. I forgot what it feels like it have them on me. I realize I've been staring at his lips and he is much closer to me than he was before, still looking amused and I know I've been caught staring.
"Shower's ready for ya baby." He helps me off the counter and smacks my ass before leaving the bathroom.
All during my shower I can't help the flashes of memories that flitter across my mind of Dean, especially the dirtier ones. It's undeniable the attraction and pull I will always have towards him but would it be that way if we weren't soul mates? If we had the chance in choosing, would we choose each other anyway? As soon as I shut the water off and wrap a towel around myself, Dean steps back into the bathroom and places me back on the counter.
"I'm gonna call Cas tomorrow..see what all this is about. Maybe we can get some answers." I see his lips moving but I didn't hear anything he said, all I can do is stare at his lips and his eyes. My mind is a drunk haze and most of my thoughts aren't coherent but I know what my body wants and I'm tired of fighting it. It's one thing to fight it over the phone but to look at him, to feel him, to smell him…it's sensory overload. Fuck it. I grab the back of his neck and bury my fingers in his hair and crash my lips onto his. His shock doesn't last long as he eagerly returns the kiss, running his tongue along my bottom lip seeking entrance, which is gladly given. When he deepens the kiss his hands attach themselves to the edge of the sink and pull me closer to him, where I wrap my legs around his waist like it's second nature, earning a low growl from deep in his throat. The sound pulls straight to my core and I couldn't stop willingly even if I wanted to. I break away long enough to pull his shirt from his body only to have him grab both of my hands in his, halting my movement. We both look into each other's eyes, panting heavily.
"You're drunk…its not right."
"I'm not a prom date for Christsake, I'm a consenting adult."
"Doesn't feel right. You still want this in the morning, I'm all for it. Trust me as much as I'm going to hate myself in a minute, I don't want this unless you're sure. I've hurt you enough." He gives me one last slow, sweet kiss before pulling away and running to his room. I press my fingers to my kiss swollen lips and take a deep breath. I have no idea if I'm going to have the courage to do this sober but right now I need to go to bed. I need to call Jo and Ellen tomorrow and fill them in after Cas, if he decides to show up. When did life get so complicated?