Gimme Shelter – chpt 2

by: sifi.

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"Dean?" Sam reached out. His body was literally vibrating with the force of his heartbeat and his breath seemed stuck in his throat. He couldn't see the line of pink that held his brother's vitality any longer, once it fell below his collar leaving behind bloodless flesh the only color left seemed to belong to his clothes.

Dean shook his head, shoving himself away from the younger man while he worked to catch his breath. Everything seemed to be in a tunnel or maybe it was him, either way he couldn't bear to raise his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at Sam. He was grateful for one thing though, for the moment he was stunned numb.

He held out his hand, keeping Sam at bay as he slid the phone closed, cutting off Bobby's pleading voice mid-word.

"Dean please..." Sam took another step toward him.

Again he shook his head, a vague sound that might have been, "Mmno." slopped out into the room. He turned to the door.

"Don't please..." Sam pleaded his voice barely more than a whisper.

He stood stricken as the older man flicked his suddenly bloodshot green eyes over his shoulder every molecule around him humming with intensity. He held up his finger and shook his head, you... of ALL people... KNEW and you didn't TELL ME? he accused silently, "Mm mm," he hummed lurching out of the room and into the early evening.

From between the curtains Sam watched his big brother shuffle across the parking lot until he reached the Impala. He leaned against the trunk then pushed himself up until he was sitting back against the rear window. A second later he slid off the trunk, pulled his cell from his pocket and after a glance threw it hard across the lot before turning back and leaning against the driver door with his head in his hands.

Sam watched breathing hard, his head humming and screaming with 'oh god no's' and 'I told you so's' and whimpering pleas for forgiveness. Dean yanked open the car door and floored it, fishtailing that glass pack chop out onto the black asphalt ribbon and in the process cutting off a rapidly approaching car that turned, careening into a sideways slide into the motel parking lot while the car behind that one blared a momentary outrage before continuing on its way.

When the driver slid out of his car, breathing hard and his face a mirror image to Dean's own pale anguish, but otherwise okay, Sam dropped the curtains back into place unaware that just a few doors down at the end of the motel building a digital camera was clicking furiously, recording the near-incident for posterity.

When the driver was finally collected enough to leave Sam stepped from the room and about halfway across the parking lot, moving in the direction he'd seen Dean throw his cell, dialed it retrieving the device before returning to the room.

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"C'mon one more... two hundred this time," Dean's grin was cold and shark-like while he swilled back another double with his right hand and in his left the cue stick rolled over his shoulder. In spite of the amount of whiskey he'd already consumed he caught the stick deftly at his side before taking it on a journey full of figure eights that ended in another roll over his shoulder and back into his hand.

The tweed clad Giles-wannabe he'd marked for a little fun shook his head, smiled gently and backed away glad to count his losses in cash instead of some other way. He'd watched this young man enter the bar, rack himself a table and start slamming shots desperately while he tried to focus enough to sink a few balls. Somehow, understanding something of how this young man might be feeling especially with his own situation so very recent, he'd asked to join him for a game. Now, Tweed knew he was a pretty fair pool player, but half a game into it he realized this guy was probably a pro, but the drinks kept coming, and the bets went from 5 or 10 bucks to 50 or more. As the evening wore on and the wins went back and forth, almost with a rhythm of their own while the young man poured more and more Red Label down his throat and his story stayed tucked deep inside, Tweed began to think he might just cut his losses and slip out, back to his grad-student girlfriend and just be glad when she wanted to cuddle tonight. There was something growing in the air around this man that told him to be glad he'd have a tonight.

Course just as he was about to leave was when she came in, hips swaying as she moved almost in a straight line from the door to the young pool player. She grabbed his glass, slugged back his drink in spite of his booze-slick scowl and after downing it in a single gulp, grasped him by the face, ringing him with her arms as she tried to devour him with a single kiss that he eventually stopped trying to resist.

Everything would've been fine if that's all it'd been, he had to admit he was enjoying the show as the mini-skirted barfly backed the man across the room, into the little alcove where the toilets were. It would have been great if they'd just hung out in the back, macking like a couple of overgrown teenagers but the more he responded to the stranger the deeper this... pocket of... something seemed to grow.

Tweed was a man who listened to his instincts though, and they were screaming at him to get out of there. So getting out is exactly what he did while somewhere behind him, facing the furiously enraptured couple a sly smile spread as a camera captured the show.

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As the moon reached its apex Laura pulled in to the motel's parking lot feeling weary to her very core. She couldn't really be angry with Bobby for his feelings. All he wanted was whatever was best for Dean and Sam, it was one of the things they had in common that allowed them to build a friendship. And it was okay that he didn't understand the history of their souls, that was why people were born clean, without knowledge of who they might have been before so that each life could be lived with a clean slate. She understood this as well as she understood the need to breathe, but it didn't change the hurt that blindsided her when he'd blamed her for everything. It would have happened even if I'd never met them. She thought then wondered not for the first time, wouldn't it? Would the universe have arranged some other way to save them if I hadn't stepped in? Or would they be dead and with that... the universe would be safe... is their existence the reason all this has happened or would it have been someone else if not them? These were the questions she'd been wrestling with on some level since the first time she laid her hand on his arm in her Emergency Room. Would I change anything if I could?

In the room she fell onto the bed grasping a pillow out from under the spread and clutching it to her, wrapping herself securely around it as the fresh scar tissue in her abdomen pulled and protested. She could still feel the explosion of white heat that had sucked the breath out of her when Lilith's demon form had done the impossible by piercing her body. She felt the confusion all over again that she'd felt when she saw the cloud of demon dust coming at her, it shouldn't be coming at her like that. There was nothing it could do, it couldn't hurt her, couldn't enter her... When Tommy fashioned her new body out of the clay of creation he'd drawn into her very flesh the same seal the boys each had, only making sure to put hers at the base of her spine so it looked just like a regular tattoo. But she hadn't counted on Lilith's literal connection to Sam or that the succubus would be able to wield his power. That was my fault, I should have known, I should have sensed it... somehow I should have done SOMETHING...

Curled around the pillow she wished was the man she loved, breathing shakily and feeling more empty than she ever thought a human could survive, sleep took her away for a time.

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Sam slapped the paper down and closed the laptop unconsciously registering the time as he flopped into bed. It was almost 2 a.m. and Dean wasn't back yet. He knew it was possible he wouldn't return till morning. If he hit stride with a solid drunk Sam knew he'd probably just sleep it off in the car like he had so many times before. But this was different, of all the reasons in the world Dean had for getting stumbling drunk there'd never been this reason. And he still doesn't know the truth. He still doesn't even know it was my fault. If I'd been able to resist, or if I'd only been stronger... she never would have been able to use me... and all those kids would still be alive... and I'd be on my way to being an uncle... and Dean could maybe for once feel like he's real. He shook his head, but I took that away from him... and from her. A voice, as he began to drift off to sleep, that seemed to come from within and yet sounded like no internal voice he'd ever heard before wondered, 'maybe I let it happen on purpose...maybe they deserved it... maybe it's justice for everything this life stole from me...'

His brows furrowed as he rolled onto his belly, his arm scraping against something sharp as it slid beneath his pillow.

"What the...?" interrupted his train of thought as he grasped the piece of paper and turned the bedside light back on.

He flipped the photo over and felt his skin break out in gooseflesh. His belly squeezed and his corners started to tingle as the image registered. The photo had been taken at Bobby's a couple months ago. He recognized the spare upstairs bedroom he and Kitsune had frequently taken refuge in once the war against Nergal and his forces had been won. The shot was of the two of them, both gloriously naked, Kitsune astride him, her back bowed and her arms around him, his mouth working hungrily at her breast while one hand held her to him and the other clutched the sloping mound of her rear.

He might have thought it was a joke, he might have thought it was Dean's sense of humor coming into play before this afternoon's catastrophe struck but there was one thing that sent shivers through him. In the photo, at the foot of the bed and technically behind him and Kitsune was the bedroom door that led into the hallway. From this perspective the shot could only have been taken from outside a second story window, where there were no trees nearby and no other buildings for at least a country mile on any surrounding side that could provide that particular angle.

Sitting up he scanned the room, then methodically searched it before tightly closing the room darkening drapes and spreading salt at any entrance then even going so far as to light up the palo santo and raise those wards as well.

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She knew she wanted him from the instant he'd stepped into the bar and from the look of things he wasn't about to head back out any time soon. She had a way of reading just how long someone would need to self-medicate their hurts into oblivion, and this one was gonna be an all nighter. So she went home, changed into something that would appeal to a drunken young libido and returned.

She'd known instantly the beautiful black Impala was his, she'd never seen it before and she'd never seen him before. Her observational skills made her feel powerful as she prowled back into the bar and insinuated herself into his tortured world with certainty and took control of him. He wasn't in any frame of mind for control anyway.

From the passenger seat of that gorgeous classic car he reached over, moving his hand over her satiny thigh until it was sandwiched between them, he urged her legs to part just a little while his fingers slid the silk of her skirt upward.

"Almost..." she purred sliding his hand into hers as she parked in the driveway of a classic suburban two story, "C'mon." She smiled easing from the car, sure to lock the door and waiting for him to join her.

She smiled when his hand slid into hers and he nodded at the house, "Nice." To her surprise when she turned to lead him inside he held her back, drawing her into him. His arm wrapped around her back, pulling her close as he turned them until she was held firmly between his warmth and the cars.

He cradled her face in his hands and brushed her lips with his. His eyes were closed, squeezed tight she noticed, whether against her or whatever demons were haunting him she couldn't have said, and she didn't really care either. She had a thing for kicked puppies and this one was about as kicked as a guy could get before he went around the bend. She'd use him, he'd use her and in the morning they'd walk away from each other. It was how things went.

He leaned her back, one hand now behind her head, the other reaching down, finding the silk hem of her skirt and sliding it upward, his thumb effortlessly finding that nook in the crease of her thigh, gently pressing half circles toward her center, coaxing her to open for him.

"Wait... wait, wait... let's go inside..." she smiled tasting his lips.

"Mm just a sec..." he reached back into the Impala, grabbing the bottle and the last few drinks it contained. That voice inside that had tried to tell him to walk away back at the bar lay passed out on some old bean bag chair in the far corner of the back of his brain.

"C'mon honey," she smiled wrapping her arm around his waist, keeping him tight to her as they wove unsteadily toward the front door. A slim, gray, snakelike shadow hanging just under the eaves on the second floor skittered around the far side of the structure clinging to the vinyl siding before it disappeared from sight.

"Mmm," he smiled allowing himself to be led into the darkened house. Once the door was shut behind them he took the woman into his arms drinking her in while his hands shoved the jacket off her shoulders, then set about unwrapping the delicacy she presented herself as.

"This way tiger..." she panted drawing him into the living room and out of his clothes as they moved across the floor. "That's right..." she smiled easing him down onto the couch, her body quickening with anticipation at the sight of him as he reached for her, his eyes closed the whole time. He used his hands and body to guide him into whatever escape he needed from whatever it was that had savaged him so cruelly and she was just fine with that. This was her brand of self-medication after all.

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Okay so maybe everything wasn't going just right. He didn't mind tossing a few games to the once-upon-a-professor but he was starting to think that maybe he should slow down on the Johnnie Walker, heh... Johnnie... wouldn't dad just have a field day here... some friggin' Winchester I turned out t'be... can't protect my kids... can't protect my wife... well... my girl...and when the shit hits the fan I go out and get drunk... oh wait... I'm a PERFECT Winchester...prfffft... well I DID learn from the master... here's to ya'Johnnie boy... thanks fer nuthin'... he huffed raising the glass to his lips again and stumbling with the shift in weight. Wonder if I'll just... tiiiimmmmmbbbeeerrrrrr.... or flat out faceplant... meh... whatever...

So he was lining up his next shot and the next thing he knew there was some woman drinking his drink! Hey!... Mmm heeey... he caught sight of those shapely silky legs disappearing under that lime green silk skirt, a tiny flash of taut little tummy as she leaned back just enough to polish off his drink, and soft fuzzy mounds that would fit just perfectly into the palms of his hands heaving under a cream colored angora sweater. Oh God that's... that's... he couldn't think of a word as she smiled and cradled his face. Mmm warm hands... soft... then pressed her mouth to his juuuuuust right. Not too hard, not too desperate and not too teasing either. Perfect... wait... wait, I can't... her lips closed on his bottom one, the tip of her tongue stroking the velvety inside just enough to let him know she gave as good as she got. Oh yeah... that's sweet... then he tasted her back.

MMm Sammy's drivin'? he cracked open his eye, a heavy sour taste in the back of his throat warning him that he was gonna have hell to pay tomorrow. That's DEFINITELY not Sammy... he felt the corners of his mouth pull into a smile and reached out to that warm supple skin. Yep it's real... he rolled his hand forward until his fingers were sandwiched in the heat of her thighs. A tiny wiggle of his forefinger had her shift playfully and opening the gateway just a crack.

"Almost." She purred taking his hand in hers and holding it for a moment.

Shadows played against the outside wall of the house, something about it, the shape, the vinyl siding looked familiar, he glanced up and down the street wobbling in place and coming to an understanding, Ah HA! Suburban tract housing... prfffft... that explains it...

Oooh...ooh... tickles... mmm... heh...mmmoookay... he half stumbled forward, looking at the floor behind him. s'my shoes... okay... bye bye clothes... then looked up smiling with the realization that she was down to a bra and her thong. That's what I'm talkin' about...

"This way tiger..." her voice smiled as she led him to the couch and eased him down. "That's right," she said.

He closed his eyes, wincing against the images, the memories, the horrors that had simply leaped out of the dark corners. A woman he didn't know getting raped and mutilated, the same thing happening to a couple he didn't know. The twisted glee in Liliths' puppet's face as she tortured and raped his boy, a latticework of huge black welts on otherwise pristine skin that was always warm and willing for him. Bodies burning on pyres, more than he could count over the years, lips touched his. Heavenly full warm breasts pressed into his hands. Laura's body falling against his as the poison took hold, a belly breathed against his chest and neck. Blood flowed, droplets exploding on the ground in a fast running stream, warm wet heat sheathed him and his hips bucked. A black iron-like tendril shot through the air, impaling Kitsune to Sam, pinning them together and more blood flowed as a nipple found its way into his mouth while his hips beat and pulsed.

"Now... sit." She smiled easing him down onto the pallet where warm fragrant, oiled water washed his worries and fears away.

He grabbed her to him, holding her tight as he eased them off the couch and onto the floor. Her legs clamped around him, keeping him firmly locked inside as he lay atop her, his face pressed into the crook of her neck gasping as he drove himself home within her while water streamed from his eyes.

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tbc.

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Thanks.

sifi.