Old Friend, New Friend Ch8
Sam didn't even have time to take another breath before his clothes were ripped from his body, and he felt skin to skin contact as a naked Scott straddled his hips; blood rushed to his cock before he could blink twice, his hard shaft settling in the crack of the hybrids bum. Sam looked up to meet the flushed face of Scott, before glancing down and meeting a rock hard cock already leeking pre-cum.
Sam opened his mouth to comment, only to be silenced when Scott swooped forward covering it with his own. They swaped saliva for a while before Scott thought it nessasary to come of for breath. Sam gasped, exausted just from the make out sesion he endered; face flush from the heat travelling through out his body.
Scott planted a hand on either side of Sam's head, leaning forward so their faces were mere inched apart, "I want to do this right, Sam." his breath ghosted over Sam's lips. "If only just once," he whispered; Sam oblivious to the words hidden between the lines. "and than we can do it like bunnies." a smile slid across his face, covering the sadness which lercked some layers behind. Scott finished off with a sweet peck on Sam's cheek, causing the older man to smile.
Dean sat at the table, holding the same pencil that Scott had held when he drew the glass of orange juice. Either the pencil and paper were magical or it was Scott's son of the devil magic. It looked like a normal sketch pencil and paper to Dean, even with his hunter trained eyes. Out of pure curiosity he drew a semi-morphed apple pie, setting the pencil down he slowly reached into the paper; surprised that it actually worked. Before he gripped the pie and pulled; as the page started to disappear something that wasn't an apple pie. What he held in his hand was a tape recorder, and once again being curious, he hit play. The voice on the recorder was that of the hybrid:
"The following message reads as: You have only gotten this far because there is some residue of my blood running through your bodies systems, but you will get nothing more than what you are witnessing at this very moment. So if I were you, I'd put this down and back away because this recording will inplode in T minus 4 seconds."
It took about a second and a half for Dean to realize the ending to the message, half a second to drop the recorder on the table, and two more seconds to jump off the chair and do a dive behind the nearest bed; Castiel watched this with great amusement. A few second past, and Dean heard no explosion so he took a chance and walked back to the table- ready in a seconds notice to make another dive. No longer was there a tape recorder but a very explosive looking BOOM! in bold, colourful letters on a blank piece of white paper.
Dean glared at the innocent piece of paper with hatred, before turning his head to a thoroughly amused angel, "You saw nothing." Dean growled out to Cas, fuming; Scott was going to pay for this. He grabbed the offending piece paper off the table, tairing it to pieces before stuffing the remains into his jean pocket. He calmly sat in the table chair, arms crossed as he waited for his brother and the hybrid to be done laying with each other.
Scott lay curled around Sam, his head using Sam's chest as a pillow, "Was that good for you?" the hybrid asked burying his face in the smooth chest, embraced. He knew he could just read it out of Sam's mind, but in truth he would prefer it if Sam told him himself. and he was worried that if Sam didn't like it they wouldn't have time, and Sam would be left feeling horrible and Scott would be crushed. This might being the last memory they had of each other.
Before Sam could get a word out of his mouth, Scott sat up interupting what the hunter was about to say. He patted Sams chest, causing clothes to appear covering the naked man up as well as himself. Scott crawled off the bed, keeping his back to a very confused Sam.
"Scott?" Sam questioned, sitting up on the bed he scooted to the edge. "What's wrong?" he was starting to get worried, did he do something wrong? Crap, this can't be good if Scott wouldn't even turn to face him. Sam grabbed Scott's wrist, turning the boy so they were face to face. Scott kept his head down, eyes on Sam's feet but Sam wouldn't except this. He put his finger under the hybrids chin lifting, or at least trying to lift it.
When Scott felt the calloused finger under his chin, he froze; having to use barley any muscle, he didn't let Sam lift his chin. He wouldn't be able to look Sam in the eye, but denying him eye contact would be even worse. Taking a breath, Scott rearranged all his emotions, putting all of them in a locked closet; he would be neutral for the proceeding's of the rest of the day. Finally he let Sam lift his chin, his ached when he met hurt confused brown eyes.
Sam's heart picked up speed when he looked into those grey eyes and saw no emotion what so ever residing in their depths. He took a border line paniked breath, "Did I do something?" he questioned, his voice quiet and nervious; he wasn't quightsure he really wanted to know the answer.
That broke Scott's closet door, "What?" he gasped out astonished. "How could you even think that, Sam?" Scott demanded to know; guilt filling him as he realised he was filling Sam with guilt. He shock his head rapidly in denial, "You have never done anything wrong,Sam" Sam opened his mouth in protest, but Scott silenced it with a finger, "And that's the truth. You hear me, Sam Winchester." Scott waited for Sam to nod before he took the finger away, replacing it with a tender kiss. Scott sighed, looking over Sam shoulder instead of in the eyes, " Castiel and I have something very important to discuss with you and Dean."
"No way in hell is that going to happen!" burst from Dean's mouth, as he jumped up from his sitting place on the bed. He stared hard at the angel and hybrid who were standing calmly beside each other as if this was an everyday occurrence. And maybe it was, Castiel being am angel and Scott being the son of the devil.
Sam just sat in the space beside where his brother used to be; his brain not wanting to comprehend what they had just been told. This couldn't be happening, he broke the final seal so he should be the one to put the devil back, right? Well actually the only one that was apparently able to kill the devil was Dean; but they already tried that with the Colt and that didn't work. And as Scott just explained, few things can kill the devil, he being one of them. So why shouldn't Scott do it, it was his father; and that gives him dibbs, right?
Dean stormed back and forth across the room, his mind reeling to come up with a solution other than the at hand. But none came, everything he and Sam had tried in order to kill the devil before never worked, but maybe this could work. But at a price.
And for Scott that price would be most indefinitely his very life.
Castiel's price would be coming human for ever, growing old as the Winchester's did.
For Sam and Dean it would mean losing another new friend they cared about for the mess they caused.
"Let us go with you." Dean said reasonabley, "We can watch your back." he tried to compromise, but the angel and hybrid wouldn't releant.
"For the last time, Dean. You and Sam have to watch over Castiel." Scott stayed firm in his decision, voice solid and emotionless."When I take Castiel's Grace, he's going to vulnerable and you have to protect him from any stray demon's that get past me." it was simple and for the best.
Silence filled the air in the room, as Dean plopped back down beside his brother, actually defeated.
Sam looked at Scott sadly, "Is that why you wanted to do it right? Because it was going to be the last time?" he asked the hybrid, his voice a hoarse whisper of brokenness.
"Sam." Scott whispered, his voice braking. He stepped forward, falling in his knee's in front of Sam; he cupped San's face gently, "I know I should say that I'm, but I'm not. Of course I feel bad about hurting you like this, but I don't regret what we've had in these last few day." his grey eye's shawn with unshed tears, "What we had was special, Sam. And that's what I hope you'll remember me by." a lone tear escaped down his cheek.
Scott dropped his hands, ready to get up. But Sam grabbed his face, stopping Scott from moving away. With his thumb he swiped the tears that escaped from Scott's glosey grey eyes as tears of his own flowed down his cheeks. Sam leaned forward, capturing Scott's lips with his own. Their eye's slid shut, as they did their one and final kiss.
They pulled away, locking eyes if only for a minute; they had no time to spare. With out giving the brother's any notice, Scott reached up quickly tapping their fore head, they fell back onto the bed unconscious; if only for a while. Scott nor Cas wanted the two Winchester's to witness the scene that was going to unfold on the bed beside them.
Scott took the hand that Cassy-Cas offerd, pulling himself up. They didn't let go of each others hand as they looked into each others eye's for what was going to be the last time in a long time.
"This was nice." Scott told the older man, "Meeting one last time between old friends before the end of day's." He smiled.
Slowly Scott removed Castiel's tan trench coat; folding it and setting it on the table before it even hit the ground. Castiel was non-resistant as Scott loosened his blue tie, slipping it over his head Scott put it a top the folded coat. Slowly he unbuttoned Cas' dress shirt before folding with his other articles of clothing on the table. Scott stared at Castiel's bare chest before placing his small hand over were he knew Cassy-Cas' heart beat frantically.
"I enjoyed our time together," Cas blue eye's shawn brightly with unshed tears; out of all the emotions he felt at the moment, this was the strongest. "As short as it was." His brain knew that this was the last time they would see each other, but deep down down his heart knew that was a lie.
Scott just smiled sweetly as he took Castiel's hand and lead him to the empty bed. For any one who knew Castiel, they'ed know he was extremely nervous; and he had a good reason for it. This was going to be a life changing moment in all of Cas' life; becoming a human would make him vulnerable and that worried Scott the most.
After Castiel laid on his stomach, Scott straddled his hips; rubbing his back in a soothing way, Cas finally started to relax-some what at least. He took a deep breath as he gripped the part of Cassy-Cas' wing where the wing and body connect. He felt Castiel tense beneath, gripping the sheets in white knocked fists. Without any count down from three or any warning at all, Scott yanked with all his might-quick like a band-aid, he chanted inside his head as he felt Castiels wings torn from his back.
Castiel didn't make a sound, didn't even twitch; Scott made him sleep just before he yanked, like he did to Sam and Dean. Scott opened his grey eyes that he didn't know he even squeezed shut, watched as the wounds on Cassy-Cas' shoulders sealed them-selves before even a shred of blood could be shed. He sighed sadly before he scrunched the angels wings into a ball before transforming that glowing ball of grace into glowing spray bottle of Cassy-Cas' grace. he tucked the bottle into his hoodie pocket, trailing his hand down Castiel's bare back, his dress shirt and trench coat appearing back on his body.
Climbing off of Cas, Scott grabbed his backpack that had been long ignored. He reached inside and pulled out various demon killing weapons; Knives, powders, a few spells, and three guns just like the colt and various bullets.
Next, he went to each bed. Kissing the angel on the head, along with the Winchester brothers; slipping a protective spell around them, at least for as long as he was around it would stay effective. He lingered on Sam, a stray tear running down his pail cheek, landing on Sam's own tan one.
With one last glance, Scott slipped out of the motel door with determination in his step.
Today was the day that he finally was rid of his father, Lucifer.
The End . . . For Now.
Note: I'm going to continue this story eventually, though I'm going to call it: REUNION. Please Review!