Well-Aged Like Swiss Cheese
Chapter 8: Comfort for the Pain
She stood toe to toe with her father, well, the vampire who was her father. Susan held back the urge to stake him right there. She was close enough and her bow was within easy reach. They stood there, staring each other down for several minutes. Neither noticed the Winchesters enter the alley. Most importantly, no one in the alley noticed Clara approaching the alley with her gains straight out like Tomb Raider. She was out for blood.
"I suggest a trade. You take me and release her."
"But I don't want you." He noticed the hurt on her face. He knew that he should feel guilty. But he didn't. "Sorry Baby Girl. I don't even want the other."
Baby girl. How could he call me that. Her old nickname surely can't mean anything to him anymore. She needed to get him mad enough to take her. She reached for one of her guns attached to her thigh. She knew it wouldn't kill him, but it would certainly sting a bit.
"I don't think so Baby Girl," He easily kicked her and knocked her down. That's when the plan went to Hell. Her mother emerged into the alley and saw her daughter pushed down. It set her off. She began firing her guns, filling him with holes. He grimaced and within a blink of an eye grabbed Susan. He held her as a body shield. Susan took a hit to her upper right arm. Clara stopped firing and Susan struggled to get free. She prayed he just take off with her. The brothers, she knew, would then follow through with the rest of the plan.
The brothers appeared with their guns held out. The vampire threw Susan down and attacked Clara standing next to Sam. Sam started shooting at the vampire, who angrily grabbed both of them. He carried them like rag dolls, scaling the side of a building and disappearing into the dark. He easily moved in the darkness despite having 7 gunshot wounds. Coagulated blood dripped down leaving the only sign that he'd been there and been injured.
"Sammy! Sammy! Shit." Dean yelled into the darkness, "I will kill you! You hear me? I will kill you!"
Susan stood holding her bleeding arm. "I need to get this stitched and then we can go after them." She was oddly calm about the whole thing.
Dean had taken off the leather attire and replaced it with a pair of jeans. He then helped her get out of her leather outfit, slowly unzipping it. It was a one-piece outfit, so ultimately she was down to her pink lacy thong and pink sports bra. In any other moment, Dean would have stopped to admire her body. But he'd promised to stitch her up. And that was what he was going to do. She took two shots of whiskey to help with the pain. She sat on the edge of her bed as he the needle pierced her skin for the first stitch. She didn't flinch.
Dean watched her stoically tolerate the stitching. He kept them small and was as gentle as possible. It was overall a small wound but she had enough scars and he didn't want to be the reason for anymore. He was impressed with her pain tolerance and strength. Their faces were inches away from each other as he worked on her arm. He worked silently and quickly. When he was done, he turned toward her, lips inches apart, noses just barely not touching.
His eyes met her's, "There you go. All done. Hopefully there won't be much of a scar."
"Thanks, I don't need anymore scars," Her eyes dropped. She noticed the muscular stomach as she gazed down and his pectoral muscles as she looked back-up at him.
Her eyes had a lost kitten look to them. Dean took her face in his hands. "You are beautiful. Scars or no scars." He kissed her gently.
She didn't know how he knew what to say, but he did. She kissed him back. It had been a long time since a man had kissed her like that. She was hungry for a man's touch. Hungry to feel his body on top of her. At that moment, she knew she needed him and he needed her. They kissed passionately their bodies became entangled as the fell back onto the bed.
They were both passionate for each other. Her hands and lips explored his body freely. His chest was strong and abdomen flat. She gently rubbed his body and tentatively kissed the massive scar on his shoulder. Her hands massaged his thighs. He returned her passion. His hands rubbed the inside of her thigh, teasing her. Her body moved appreciatively as his hands moved higher. He rubbed the outside of her thong for several minutes causing her to moan and then in one swift movement when he knew she was more then ready, his fingers entered her. When he was certain they were both ready, they joined together. They moved rhythmically to their heightened heartbeat.
As she approached orgasm, she closed her eyes. She imagined a starry night. She felt as if she were flying and wind was swooping by her. It was exhilarating. As the sensation grew stronger the stars brightened; until she was completely surrounded by them. The stars were so close she wanted to reach out and touch them. And she did, with a loud groan. She'd reached the stars.
They remained in each other arms that night. Neither of them spoke. They were just together. Each of them thinking about the one they'd lost and each planning to get them back.
Dawn had come and Susan no long lingered in bed. Instead she sat at her computer, watching the man she'd slept with, sleeping. She could see his back, the right side and leg. A blanket covered the rest of his body. His head was faced the other way. He looked so very peaceful. She wondered what he dreamt of. Did he have the same dreams she does? A dream of settling down, not hunting; being normal. She suspected he would always be a hunter. It seemed rooted in his soul. She turned to her computer and began researching places her father could be using as a hideout.
Dean woke-up naked and half uncovered as the radio sang "I miss you babe and I don't wanna miss a thing…". He sheepishly held the blanket around himself and searched for his clothes. In his fumbling he noticed Susan was sitting perched on her computer chair wearing an almost translucent, red nightgown. Her hair had been pulled-up into a messy bun at the nap of her neck.
"Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?" He smiled at her.
"Yeah….." she was distracted by the computer. "I made coffee in the kitchen."
"And shot down…" Dean dressed and went in search of the coffee.
It didn't take long for Eddie to arrange the visit to William. After all, almost everyone in her pack wanted him dead. The snatching of Sara forced Eddie's plan into action much faster. Her mother had gathered the troops in the sitting room giving them orders. Daytime was the best time to hunt. They had to mobilize quickly in order to reach their destination prior to sunset.
Eddie slipped into the back of the room. Her mother, a powerful speaker and leader was getting everyone up to speed and organizing everyone into teams. She put Grey in charge of the initial attack. Both Michael and Mathew would flank the sides with smaller teams. There were a total of 20 shapeshifter soldiers. The room pulsed with anticipation. Finally, the pact would have their revenge.
It was noon when Susan emerged from the bedroom with a map in hand. She'd narrowed down the possible hideouts to two farm houses on the outskirts of town. The two ate grill cheese sandwiches as the hashed out a plan, it wasn't a pretty one or even a good one. But it was a plan. They both prayed they'd make it out alive.