Garage Talk
So our friendly neighbourhood demon is back this chapter. He'll have quite a few appearances I think, just because I love him and don't give him enough in the other stories.
Dean gazed at his reflection in the mirror, astonished by what he saw.
Which was nothing.
No bruises, not cuts, no nothing. Every wound he had acquired in the last twenty four hours was gone. The strange scar that resided on his chest, as well as Aria's was still there but that didn't bother him overly much. His ran his fingertips across his stomach and chest, wondering if perhaps the mirror was just playing a trick on him, but he felt no pain. He looked down and saw the same thing that his reflection portrayed.
"Damn." Dean muttered in amazement. He knew sex with Aria was good but this good? At least he had an excuse if he ever got hurt again and wanted sex while he was still wounded. He wondered vaguely though what this meant. He knew for a fact that just having sex generally didn't heal anything but his boredom. He also knew that this wasn't his own doing.
Turning to look at the bed where Aria laid asleep and bare to the world, he wondered once more about what had happened to her over the four years of her being dead and gone. She was changed, he knew that, but how much? To what extent was she different?
Not ready to think that much just yet, Dean climbed back on the bed and decided to relive the night, a smile crossing his face at the thought. It had turned out far more different than he had expected at first but he had adapted as Dean Winchester always did. It wasn't long until Dean had decided he was going to be naughty. With a smirk, he ran his fingertips over Aria's stomach and between her breasts. She moved only slightly but remained asleep. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder, working his way toward her neck and smiling proudly at the mark he had already left there. This time the response was a groan and her head tilting to the side, unconsciously granting more access.
"Such a naughty naughty girl." Dean muttered, thoroughly enjoying himself at this. He glanced up and knew that Aria was awake but kept her eyes closed, hoping to trick him. "Whatever shall be done with you?" His fingers ran down along her thigh, skating across the skin of her outer and inner thigh but avoiding the spot he knew she wanted him to go to. A slight frown creased her face and she shifted slightly. Dean nearly laughed at her attempts to get what she wanted while still faking sleep. He placed a barely there kiss to her lips before moving away from her completely and lying on his back, gazing at the ceiling. "Poor baby, if only you were awake."
"Damn it." Aria muttered. Dean started to laugh but got cut off as Aria was suddenly on top of him. He smiled triumphantly and she just rolled her eyes at him.
"Hmm...well hello gorgeous." Dean greeted, lifting his hands to her hips and rubbing them gently. Her response was grinning wickedly and rolling her hips against his. He groaned, his eyes rolling back. "Damn Ari.."
"Payback, lover." Aria reminded him. She pressed a hand down on his stomach as she continued to rotate her hips enticingly, rubbing against him and that most sensitive of appendages. Her hand was still hot and, if Dean remembered correctly though the lusty haze, she had been incredibly hot last night, her whole body feeling warmer than usual. Just like now, he could feel the heat rising at that moment. It should have made him wonder but considering the situation, all it made him do was feel amazingly good.
"Jesus..." Dean muttered, his hands squeezing her hips to try and disrupt the torturing she was laying on him quite literally. He knew there was no way the house was still empty and while he wanted nothing more than to throw Aria back on the bed and screw her brains out once more, they really shouldn't with Bobby and Ellen around.
"Shh." Aria whispered, leaning down and pressing a light kiss to his lips. She slid her mouth over his jaw, down his neck, across his chest and down his stomach.
"Ari...we...holy shit!" Dean bit down on his fist when he felt her lips on that particular bit of anatomy. He risked a glance down at her and groaned. The hand not currently occupied with keeping himself quiet wound it's way into her hair on instinct. Aria giggled slightly and that just made Dean groan louder. His eyes were closed, he didn't see hers flash black and red, didn't see the slight flicker over her body. He felt his own heat up just slightly and didn't think anything of it. Everything else felt too good and he was certain if anyone was upstairs, they'd hear the noises from the room, but he didn't care.
He pulled Aria up and pushed her to her back before moving on top of her. He was inside her in a second and it was the only thing either of them cared about.
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Dean leaned into the Impala, looking under the hood and making adjustments. His shirt unbuttoned and hanging open in the heat of the day to try and give himself some relief. Normally working on the car didn't make him this hot, but there was just something about the day that he just couldn't be cool enough. He pegged it as part of the hours of sex he had and didn't take a break between the end of that and coming out here. He would have, but just minutes after finishing, Lily had decided she wanted to sit on the porch with Aria and Jo and so Dean took the moment to work out some of the kinks his baby had.
He could feel the eyes on him, heard Lily and Jo talking but knew Aria was just watching him. It amused him to know that she was like this. He kept on working away, wondering vaguely if he should just remove his shirt all together.
"She's totally gone." Jo muttered with a grin.
"Oh yeah." Lily agreed. They both watched Aria watching Dean. Aria remained utterly oblivious to them, a smile crossing her face as Dean finally gave into the heat of the day and peeled his shirt off. "It's so sad really."
"Absolutely heart breaking." Jo gasped dramatically, clapping a hand to her chest. The two broke into peels of laughter and Aria finally looked at them, wondering what was going on. Dean looked over and raised an eyebrow at the laughing girls. He rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the car.
"You two are such bitches." Aria pointed out.
"You love us." Jo countered, smacking a kiss to Aria's cheek. "It's good to have you back, Ari." The older girl smiled softly.
"Hey Ari, can you get me some oil from the garage?" Dean called over.
"Uh, yeah sure." Aria replied, getting up. She straightened out her shorts before going to the garage. She moved carefully, mostly waiting to see if she had gone to far from Dean or not. Nothing felt off but she was still cautious with how much distance she put between herself and him.
"It's suddenly occurred to me that we never finished our conversation." Aria froze as the accented voice drifted towards her. Turning slowly, she found the demon from her dream standing on the other side of Bobby's truck, out of view from anyone outside.
"What do you want?" Aria asked.
"I want you to know what's happened." The demon replied. "And, to answer your next question...you can call me...Crowley."
"Crowley?" Aria muttered, frowning. "As in...king of the demon crossroads?" The demon smiled, giving away the answer without saying anything. "Oh God."
"Quite the opposite actually." Crowley countered, walking towards her slowly. "Now, on to the issue of what happened."
"What do you mean?" Aria asked, backing up.
"I mean...I brought you out if hell." Crowley pointed out. "But not without a price. And if you refuse, you'll be going back down there faster than you can scream no."
"You're sick." Aria ground out.
"Sticks and stones, darling." Crowley countered with a smile. "Now, I've already filled in lover boy that when I come calling, you'll do what I ask or it's down you go." Aria's chest tightened up as she stared at the demon. His smile turned dark and wicked and he reached up, patting Aria on the cheek. "There's a good girl now, you make daddy so proud."
"Wait what?" Aria asked. Her question fell to no one as the demon vanished. She spun around, looking for any signs of him then sighed. "Who's my dad?"
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Lily slipped into the bathroom and looked at the steamed up mirror. She tilted her head and ran her hand over the glass, listening to the shower running and the male voice talking to himself quietly as he washed up. She grinned slightly and leaned towards her reflection, fixing her hair. Pausing for a moment, she sighed, knowing she had something that needed to be told.
"Hey Sam." Lily called out, halting the talking and actions of the man in the shower. She smiled slightly, knowing she had caught him off guard.
"Stop doing that." Sam demanded halfheartedly. Lily laughed slightly despite herself and walked over to stand on the other side of the curtain. "What's up?"
"There's something I need to tell you." Lily replied. Sam pulled the curtain back to look at her. She paused, watching water run down his chest. "It's umm...I need to..."
"Is something wrong?" Sam asked, now worried.
"Well...not really but..." Lily mentally cursed her mind for shutting down. This had been part of her original downfall to begin with.
Damn Sam and his sexy body.
"Lil?" Sam asked gently. He reached out a wet hand and touched it to Lily's cheek. She blinked and looked at his eyes, full of worry and wonder.
"It can wait." Lily muttered, leaning forward to capture his lips with hers. He fell willingly into the kiss, encircling her body with his arms and pulling her against him. Neither of them cared for her clothes getting wet until Sam lifted her from her feet and moved her into the stall with him. Then it was a hasty race to get the near soaked clothing from her body.
"You sure...it...can wait?" Sam asked between kisses.
"Oh yeah." Lily replied, gripping the reenforced curtain rod. She mentally thanked Bobby for that feat of genius and wondered if he had this sort of action in mind. She forced herself away from the thought of Bobby and Ellen...in the shower...doing this...and instead focused on Sam laving attention to her chest.
Yikes, okay, so it's been a while. I had to backtrack through my notes on this story to figure out what I had to do next. We're going to get some familiar faces coming in soon and we shall soon enough discover what it is about Aria that's made her so different here.