It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now.
Said I wouldn't call but I've lost all control and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without.
I just need you now.
Need You Now
08-15-2002
Flashback
I looked dejectedly into my wallet. I was down to my last twenty dollars. I needed some help. Dad was out of the question. I was not going back groveling to him and apologizing for the circumstances that had brought John and I together.
Those were the best times of my life.
I picked up my cell scrolling through the contacts, until I came across John's number. I'd tried calling a few times in the last week or so, never getting an answer it always went straight to voicemail.
I listened to it ring, and ring, and ring. Then the automated message came up "Your call has been forwarded to the voice mailbox." Dammit John. I sighed, snapping my phone closed.
I hadn't even bothered to leave him messages any of the two hundred times I'd called him.
I flipped open my phone again selecting a different number. This one rang a few times then also rang out to voicemail. I wasn't worried. This particular person was paranoid.
I ended the call then hit redial. They picked up on the first ring.
"What?" A grouchy voice sounded from the other end of the line.
"Hey it's Cole." I said with a grin quirking my lips, "I'm in need of a favor. It will be so worth your while. You can even stick it to my dad…." I said in a slight sing song voice. What can I say I was feeling particularly bitchy.
They were silent, contemplating my proposal.
I waited, picking at my cuticle.
"What exactly would I have to do?" My new favorite person asked suspiciously.
"Not much: I need a place to crash, feel like adopting a surrogate?" I asked coyly knowing the answer. I was always welcome anywhere he'd holed up.
"You are more than welcome to come to Vermont, hey and since you're coming, I could use some help with a few hunting trips." I grinned brightly. My day was looking up.
"Awesome, thanks Uncle Rufus, I'll be there in a day or two." I glanced back down at the single twenty. Right. I forgot. "Um, so I could use another favor." I said hesitantly. The first one had been agreed to no problem, this one was going to cause some ranting and raving.
I heard silence. It stretched on so long, I glanced at the screen on my phone wondering if the call had been dropped. It hadn't. Then I heard the heavy sigh. Uh oh! I grimaced.
"You need money? Dammit you are just like your father. Did he ever tell you about that time we were in Tempe, and got separated. He gets picked up by the cops, and of course busts out of jail without stopping by the evidence room to get his things. I made it all the way back to the hotel on foot and he calls asking me for money. Of course I apparently have the words "Singer's Personal ATM" tattooed on my forehead in invisible ink!" He sighed, following almost immediately with: "I'll transfer it to you, what's your account number?"
Whew. That could have been a lot worse. I tentatively gave him my account information, not wanting to stir him up again.
I waited around for an hour or so for the bank transfer to complete, then I filled up my car and headed towards Vermont.
It would take me about two days to get there, because while the Winchesters could all drive for each other when one was tired, I didn't have that luxury.
9-09-2002
00:24
Nothing can ever really prepare you for one of those middle of the night phone calls. The ones that get your heart racing as soon as you hear it. The seconds it takes to answer the ring feel like minutes and you wonder just who is in trouble, sick or dead for you to be getting the call at that hour.
"Hello?" I said quickly, clutching the phone to my ear. I was kind of hoping it was my dad, I wasn't prepared for the voice I heard.
"Nicole?" The voice was quiet and I froze, just listening for a minute. Only two men in the world called me Nicole. And this definitely wasn't my dad.
"Baby, are you there?" He asked. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Of course I'm here moron.
I was still mad at him for not fighting for our relationship with my dad, I mean Hell I had just told him I loved him, and then he totally took off on me and refused to answer my calls! But why was he calling so late?
"What do you want John?" I said cautiously.
"I just wanted to hear your voice, I need to see you."
"Are you all right?" I asked. "Is Beth okay?"
"You should know...." He said, "you were talking to her last night." His words were heavy and he was breathing a little harder than usual.
"Have you been drinking?" I asked him. "If you already know, then why are you calling me?"
"You need to stay out of my kids' lives!" John said angrily. What?
"What?!" I said, shocked. "What are you talking about?"
"Dean and Beth don't need you putting stupid fanciful ideas into their heads, this is not some freaking high school classroom!" John's voice was angry and frustrated, he had clearly been stewing on this for a little while.
"John they aren't teenagers anymore, you can't tell them who they can and can't love! You'll be an idiot if you do. Not to mention a damn hypocrite." I had been wanting to say that for a while.
"You don't know what you're talking about," John muttered to me.
I growled loudly in frustration. I wanted to bash my head against the wall.
My door opened. "Everything okay Cole?" Rufus asked as he stuck his head in the door probably coming to investigate the raised voice.
"Who the fuck was that?!" John snarled furious.
"None of your damn business!" I snapped back. "You lost the right to ask me that when you let my father call all the plays. That was totally chicken shit by the way!" I snarled at him, God if he'd been in front of me I'd tear him limb from limb.
I rolled my eyes and looked at Rufus. "I'm fine, hon." I said quietly and he left with a nod. So maybe I was fueling John's jealous and possessive nature just a bit. To be entirely honest I hadn't known he had one.
"Yeah well maybe you and I are the perfect example as to why... why these kinds of relationships shouldn't happen..." John said.
"John, your rules, your stubborn ass pig headed bullshit ideals are the only issue with us!" I paused, breathing heavily and working myself up for my next tirade. "And they're the same thing that are going to push Dean and Beth away if you're not careful. They are both right on the edge, they have been for years John, you've just been too fucking stubborn to admit it!"
"Why the hell won't you let them pursue this?" I asked trying to calm myself into rationalization.
John paused thinking for a bit. "She's his sister," I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"Yeah? Mary squeezed Beth out of her did she? Or did you just sleep with Grace when you were all living in Lawrence? Tell me, does Beth know?" I was being completely irrational and ridiculous, but that was kind of the direction this conversation seemed to be going in.
"Don't you bring Mary into this!" He said furiously.
"I'm not John, you're drunk and you're being an idiot." I said.
"Well I might be an idiot, but I'd never cheat on Mary! How could you say that?" He said, slurring some of his words. I sighed, irritated by the nonsense being tossed out from the both of us. Me because I was exhausted, and John because he was drunk.
"Stop being so damn stupid John. What are you afraid of?" I asked. "Maybe you're afraid of being alone, is that it? Maybe you don't want them to run off and give up hunting. But I'm telling you: you don't cut them some slack, that is exactly what they're gonna do." I said knowing that was true. I'd hit the nail on the head.
John's voice lowered to barely audible, and I'm sure I heard a few stifled breaths, like he was fighting back tears. "I can't do this alone. I wouldn't make it. Not without them. Not without you."
"Well you have a funny way of showing it John. You know what, maybe we shouldn't go down this road."
"No, Nicole, I want to see you, tell me where you are." He sounded lost, alone. My heart went out to him. Why were we even fighting anyway? I sighed: It wasn't worth it I couldn't get hurt again.
"No, John," I said tired.
"You said you loved me," he said, starting to ramble.
"I do John, but maybe love isn't enough. Maybe I need a little something more. I'm not sure what I need fits into your rules." He sighed. I could almost see him pacing and agitated.
"Maybe." John said quietly. "Maybe it is." He said his voice getting louder.
"What?" I asked too tired to properly have this conversation.
"Nothing baby girl. I….I need to go. I love you!" I gaped in darkness, sitting on my bed. Are you freaking kidding me! Now that we were nowhere near each other. Now he's gonna say it?
"Damn you John Winchester." I said quietly into my phone hoping he didn't hear it. I didn't have to worry though, almost immediately it droned into a dial tone. He'd hung up on me? I felt hurt. How does one declare their love and hang up on you in the same sentence? Damn that man did my head in. There was no way we were through with this.
I flipped my phone open and found Beth's number in my contacts. She answered on the third ring. "Hello?" Her drowsy voice was on the other end.
"Hey sweetie I'm really sorry to wake you up. But it's a matter of life and death!" I growled into the phone. "John just hung up on me and I'm gonna come down and kill the bastard. Where are you at?" I asked hopefully he wasn't trying to get her to hang up the phone. "If he's in the room play it off like a random survey call." I added helpfully as an afterthought.
Beth sounded a little less fuzzy when she replied. "Oh…Oh yeah I can answer a few questions for you. Why not?"
I smirked. "That's my girl. Where are you?" I repeated.
"Oh, where do we live? Well, The Best Western, in Kittanning." Beth replied in a drowsy pissed off voice. Whoops.
"And is he in the room?" I asked. He was, I could hear John grumbling in the background. Oh he is so dead!
"Uhm my brother, father and I are staying here for now." Excellent! Damn what a trooper. I was so gonna owe Beth big time.
"Awesome hon, I'll be there in 24 hours. Okay, so do me a favor and don't tell him I'm coming. I don't want to give him a chance to run. Oh and one last thing: do you guys have a shovel?" I asked a wicked grin coming over my face.
Beth sighed, tiredly. "Damn, what is it not midnight in India? No we don't have…any complaints!" She almost faltered but recovered beautifully, then for the second time that night a Winchester hung up on me.
Great I needed to pack, and go buy a shovel.
09-10-2002
20:45
Best Western, Kittanning, PA
Beth's voice was still echoing over the phone to me, she'd given me the motel they were at, but not the room number. The Impala was parked downstairs, but it was communal parking and didn't really give me a clue as to what room they were in. That was ok, I had my ways.
The manager was eying me off like I was a porn star. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and conveniently pulled out the uniform badge I kept in my pocket, flashing it at him. Fortunately most people with a tiny lick of sense didn't bother approaching police officers with propositions of prostitution. Pervert.
"Let me see your ledger," I said to him, and he gulped, nodding and putting the book on the counter for me to look at. I scanned through the names until I recognized John's alias, raising an eyebrow at the Henry Jones listed there. Still going with Indiana, I see.
I made my way to room 312, where Henry Jones had bought out a room for the entire month, probably so they can lay low and let Beth heal up. Beth answered the door when I knocked, and turned back to Dean. "Look who's here." She said, smirking, only to be shushed by him.
Dean was sitting on the bed behind Beth, looking at his watch and for the first time I heard the moaning that was going on. Beth chuckled and showed me inside. The banging and moaning next door concluded with a loud shout and Dean glanced up, looking at us with a grin.
"Five minutes and thirty-four seconds!" He said with a short laugh. "A new record!"
"Good lord, talk about lack of stamina," Beth said sadly, shaking her head. She raised her eyebrow at Dean who swallowed hard.
"Gee, no pressure or anything," he said with a nervous laugh.
Beth crawled gingerly back on to the bed with Dean and leaned in to him. "Baby, your kissing sessions last at least five times longer than that. I don't think you have anything to worry about," she said, kissing him softly before curling up under his arm.
Dean looked at her affectionately, and dare I say it, slightly worried?
"Like he said, no pressure or anything," I said with a grin. "Kissing is a lot different to going the distance in the heat of the moment." I raised my eyebrow at Dean and he rolled his eyes.
"What would you know about it?" He asked, looking smugly at me.
"Darlin' wouldn't you like to know?" I quipped back and crossed my arms.
Dean licked his lips and then glanced over at Beth who was gazing at me curiously. "Yeah, uh, not really..." Dean said, looking up at me again.
"So whatcha doin' here short stack?" He questioned using his nickname for me, which he knew I hated.
I shrugged, trying to make it seem like I wasn't out to kill his father. "Needed a place to crash so I called Beth to see where you all were. Decided I'd come wreck your lives too." I said with a self-deprecating grin.
"Yeah about that, what the hell happened there? Dad won't tell us a thing." Dean said trying to pry some information out of me.
"I'm not sure why the hell Dad and John were fighting, I just walked in on it. But Dad and I were fighting because I'd broken the table and then started the bar brawl. Apparently I'm a wild child." I said dismissively. "I don't feel like getting into this right now, can we just chill for a bit?" I suggested. Neither of them argued with me.
"So what's up?" I asked. Beth waved at the TV chuckling, "The scariest movie ever." Leprechaun was playing and I groaned. Oh hell no. I hated this movie, but I wasn't in charge of the remote. I crawled onto the bed with Dean and Beth, I was gonna need to feel someone beside me. I backed up to the headboard; then I drew the covers around myself and settled in to watch the absolute scariest movie ever. Way scarier than Chucky ever thought about being. I jumped when the actress screamed.
Instinctively I buried my face in Dean's shoulder, Beth was already doing the same. Dean chuckled and shifted, bringing an arm around both of our shoulders so we felt more secure. As distractions go this scary little Irish psychopath was a good one. I glanced around at the hotel room then back to the screen where the Leprechaun was chasing down some poor mentally challenged guy for stealing his gold.
"So where is John?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm and not give away the inner turmoil I felt. Would he even want to see me? He hadn't answered any of my calls.
"Went to grab us something to eat." Beth said, staring at the TV. She didn't seem worried, I didn't get a concerned glance in my direction or anything.
I turned my attention back to the TV at the exact moment when the Leprechaun was chasing down a poor chick in a wheelchair. I made a conscious decision to relax and enjoy myself. It was short-lived.
A loud bang and moaning happened from behind Beth, Dean, and I. I jumped about a foot in the air screaming bloody murder, then buried my face into Dean's chest.
Beth screamed with me, and Dean spat beer all over us before roaring with laughter, turning the timer on his watch back on. Beth grimaced, swiping at her top. "Nasty Dean. You totally spit beer all over us!" She griped at him, my heart was still racing a million miles a minute. I calmed myself down, by focusing on their banter.
"It's alright ladies, Dean is all about protecting the damsel's in distress." Dean said with a cocky self assured grin. Beth and I looked at each other from our matching positions on Dean's chest, I rolled my eyes and she sighed. Who was he calling damsels in distress?
They lasted four minutes this time, and Beth shook her head disappointingly. They were getting worse!
"Geez Cole you are such a wuss." Dean said. I glanced at him and rolled my eyes. "Who would ever think you could defend yourself against demons, witches and supernatural creatures? You can't even handle wall bangers." He said smirking at me.
I reached one hand up discreetly under his arm and pinched him, which he yelped at. "Ow dammit!"Dean glared at me, about to say something else, but then he seemed to change his mind.
"So while we are on the subject of Supernatural creatures, anyone have a lead on how to kill this little son of a bitch?" Dean asked, gesturing toward the TV whilst sticking his tongue out at me. What were we five years old? The door opened at that moment and John walked in carrying a few fast food bags, a case of beer, and a pie all stacked precariously together.
"I'm down with the idea of chopping off his lucky charms." I said.
Dean snorted and Beth was outright giggling. "What the heck is it with you and castrating men?" Dean asked, curious.
"You don't want to know." I said "Trust me." I glanced at John who was staring at me, shocked to find me in the room.
"Cole are you okay? What are you doing here?" He asked suddenly worried.
Great now he's worried about me, he'd been ducking my calls for days! Dick!
"Yeah I'm fine!" I snapped at him, suddenly feeling irritated and moody. I wasn't exactly sure what I'd been expecting when he walked through that door. My good mood at all of us watching a good scary movie together, the way we used to before I'd fucked everything all to hell, was gone.
"I'm glad you're here, I need to talk to you." John said calmly, not rising to my temper. "Privately." He added. I noticed Beth raise an eyebrow at him, then glance in my direction. God could she be any more obvious?
"No. I'm in the middle of this movie, it's almost over." I said icily and returned my eyes to the TV.
I didn't notice John starting in my direction, I should have anticipated it though: When did anyone ever tell John no? I startled when a hand clamped around my upper arm, hard. He hauled me out of bed, away from Dean and Beth, and onto my feet like I was a feather.
"Ow. Hey what the hell are you doing? Let me go!" I demanded furiously. Trying to jerk my arm away from him.
"No. I told you I needed to speak to you. Get your ass outside now!" He said, his voice so low I doubted the others even caught it. He jerked me outside with him, releasing me once we'd gotten out of the room.
"I can walk for myself dammit." I said trying to get some breathing room. I shoved at him, trying to get him off of me. It was no use I wasn't strong enough and I didn't have enough room to maneuver. The minute he let me go I backed up a couple of paces and launched myself forward, shoving at him.
"Who the hell do you think you are? You can't treat me like that!" I said indignantly. Asshole!
I continued trying to shove at him and even took a few swings at him while he simply kept striding down the catwalk to the stairs, big mistake on his part. Him ignoring me and acting like I was nothing more than an annoying gnat was really pissing me off and I found myself getting more and more irrationally mad by the second.
He stopped at the stairs, and swung around to face me. I saw him lick his lips as he eyed me up and down and I felt a shudder run through my body; hopefully he didn't notice.
"When did you get here?" He asked, quietly, stepping up into my space.
I contemplated ignoring him. I even crossed my arms, and huffed out an irritated breath.
He chuckled and turned away at my defiance. When he glanced back at me a smirk of male amusement was in place. "You know you're going to answer me. You may as well quit trying to fight it."
"About a half hour ago." I snapped trying to hold onto my irritation. All I could think about was how close he was to me and we weren't touching.
"You're mad?" He said, almost sounding confused. No shit! Give the man a Pulitzer.
"Cole will you answer me dammit!?" He said irritably, when I hesitated.
"Fine I'll answer you. Yeah I'm mad, but so what? Big deal! You know what the bigger deal is? I'm hurt John. I left my father and destroyed the only family I have ever known, for you. I love you dammit! I had a chance to leave and go with you, to be with you, to be with all of you. And all I get for my troubles was one drunken phone call where you tell me to stay out of your lives?!" I paused breathing a little heavy, fighting back tears.
John's eyes softened and he took a step toward me. "No baby, don't cry. Please Nicole you're breaking my heart baby girl." He lifted my face up so that he could rain kisses on me, and my resolve instantly weakened. I would not cry dammit!
John pulled away looking down the catwalk to the room Dean and Beth were in. I couldn't help but glance behind me. There was no sign of them.
Directly across from the stairs there was an alcove for an ice machine and a coke machine, but it would offer more privacy. I had a feeling this would become a favorite spot while we were both here. John pulled me inside and pressed me back against the ice machine.
He claimed my lips in a possessive soul shattering kiss. "God Baby I've missed you so fucking much." He grunted as he pulled away, kissing his way down my neck.
"Me too." I gasped out. I pulled his lips back to mine, nibbling on his lower lip.
"Ahem." I heard a voice say. John and I sprang apart guiltily. Thank God it wasn't Dean.
"Can we help you?" John asked irritated at being interrupted. We were looking at an older man in his sixties, and he was staring at us.
"No, I just needed to get some ice." He replied, nodding to the machine I was pressed up against. John pulled me away, pushing me up against the other wall and resumed kissing my neck.
"All yours man." He mumbled, not pausing for a moment as he claimed my lips again. I pressed against John as close as I could get, running my hands up his back and tangling my fingers through his hair.
I groaned a little and tried to ignore the backwards glances from the guy getting ice, he was lingering longer than necessary, John seemed completely oblivious to this fact. I focused my attention on John, kissing every inch of exposed skin I could find.
The guy finally turned to us, again clearing his throat. John broke away and turned to give him a curious look.
"You know we are at a motel," the older gentleman said.
"And?" John asked, not missing a beat.
"Maybe you guys should get a room?" He suggested. John chuckled, shaking his head and turned back to me, his lips caught my own and then he started to nibble his way along my jaw as he lifted me up, sliding his hands under my buttocks so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
"We have a room," I said breathlessly, moaning a little. "Unfortunately his kids are in there."
The guy gave us an amused look of his own, then turned away with a little wave. "Carry on my wayward son." I thought that was an odd thing to say.
I was shocked when John broke the kiss.
"You know he does have a point." He said while I kissed my way down his neck.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked him as I pushed the collar of his shirt back so I could suck on one of the scars that was permanently embedded into his collarbone.
"I'll get you a room of your own," he said breathlessly.
"Exactly what will you tell Dean and Beth? They're used to sharing when I'm around." I pointed out and John chuckled.
"Baby, we are about to get into one of our worst fights yet, I'm a stubborn ass, or have you already forgotten?" He said. I paused to look at him assessingly. I had forgotten. In fact, dammit, I'd forgotten the whole damn reason I was here in the first place.
"Damn you John Winchester," I said with a grin, kissing him all over again.
09-10-2002
21:00
Best Western, Kittanning, PA
The motel manager seemed surprised to see me back at the front desk so soon.
"How can I help you Mr. Jones?" He asked John pleasantly, ignoring me at first.
His pleasantries with John didn't stop him from checking me out yet again, the first chance he got. His eyes roamed up and down my body and I shuddered, feeling particularly uncomfortable.
"I need another room, a single." John said stepping into me, putting a possessive arm around my waist. I worked to keep my face relatively neutral, but the fact that he'd rescued me yet again from a creep didn't go unnoticed; I melted into him my body instantly yielding to John.
I smiled lightly back at him, fighting the urge to run my hand around his waist. I did lean into him more and give the creepy manager an innocent smile.
He looked floored. John was obviously older, and so much better looking and I had ignored every advance the sleaze ball had given me.
Sleazy moved behind a computer, tapping a few keys and checking for rooms. "Ahem. Do you want it right next to the room you are in?" He asked raising an eyebrow at me. Who the hell was he to judge?
I stiffened and went to pull away from John, angrily opening my mouth. John tightened his hold on me imperceptibly refusing to let me move. Apparently he was also refusing to let this asshole rattle me. A rush of appreciation and gratitude filled me. I smiled up at him probably looking all dewy eyed like a school girl.
"Preferably not," John said with a placid smile.
The manager tapped away at the keyboard again and then smirked. "Well I'm afraid I can't offer you anything else," he said, looking pointedly at me. I was wondering if perhaps he was deliberately trying to make our opportunity to be alone difficult.
"Well I guess we have no choice then, do we?" John asked, not taking the bait.
John gave over his card to swipe and signed for it, receiving a room key in exchange. I turned away, heading for the door, with John hot on my heels, I might have been wrong but it felt like he was using his own body to block sleazy motel manager from checking out my ass.
Now we just had to convince Dean and Beth that we were fighting. I didn't think it'd be all that hard. Hell, if John had just said he was moving into the room with me instead of all this subterfuge, they probably wouldn't have given it a second thought if it meant they had some time alone. Of course, I'd forgotten John was still in denial about them.
I smirked at John as we reached the bedroom, and I stalked into the motel room. Beth was on the bed napping while Dean was channel surfing, sitting on the bed right next to her. He looked up as I came into the room.
"Hey, so you sleeping in with Beth?" He asked. I glared at him and grabbed my bag off the floor.
"Hell no! I'm not spending another damn minute with that prick of a man!" I said vehemently, and Beth stirred in her sleep. I grimaced internally, hoping I hadn't woken her up, she'd been looking a little pale earlier.
"Whatever dude," Dean said, shaking his head. "You got your own room?" I nodded in reply and he shrugged. "Well I'm sure that'll teach him," he said with a raised eyebrow.
"Shut up!" I snapped at him. I looked at Beth. "Tell Beth I'll see her in the morning." I said and I started to leave the room.
"Hey! Where is Dad anyway?" Dean asked, frowning.
"How the Hell should I know Dean?!" I said, wondering if perhaps I was acting a little overboard. "He took off and I don't care where he went! Probably find him in some dive downtown, like normal," I finished, ending with the excuse John and I had concocted.
Dean snorted, putting his arm around Beth who had cuddled up to him in her sleep.
"Yeah ok then," Dean said, "Well you know where this damsel saving hero will be if you need him." He tossed me a smug grin and I rolled my eyes.
"I think I can take care of myself, thank you very much Dean!" I used the opportunity to look indignant and walked out the door, shutting it behind me to Dean's laughter.
John was standing just outside the door with his arms crossed, a look of amusement on his handsome features.
"Prick of a man?" He asked and I shrugged.
"I was just going with the moment," I said, and using a phrase I'd associated with him quite a few times.
"I could see that," he commented, grinning at me.
"Come on!" I growled and shook my head. I stepped to the room next door and unlocked it, pushing the door open with a grunt.
09-11-2002
01:13
Best Western, Kittanning, PA
John was tense, and restless underneath me. I'd never felt him coiled so tight, like a spring ready to explode. His heart was beating out a frantic tattoo under my ear. I raised my head up to glance worriedly at him. His brow was furrowed, and he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Oh my god he's having a nightmare. It was a little shocking. He'd never actually fallen asleep with me, he was usually too busy watching over me. Protecting me.
This was definitely not par for the course with John. He was moaning in his sleep and moving, pulling away from me as I reached a tentative hand out to stroke his face. He reacted to the touch, jerking back and breathing hard.
"John?" I asked, chewing on my lip.
He suddenly shouted and sat up in a cold sweat, "No!" He called out, staring up at the roof.
"John, baby?" I said anxiously sitting up beside him and touching his back.
John rolled and grabbed me, bringing my body down to be blanketed by his. His eyes were troubled and dark. "Mary?"
"Uhh... no..." I mumbled at him. He looked at me, but I wasn't sure if he was seeing me or Mary in that moment. Hot lips met mine urgently and I responded with a moan, letting him take control as his hands worked their way into my hair, holding my head firmly. I gasped when he finally pulled back for a moment.
"I'm not Mary," I said to him, looking into his eyes. He paused and frowned at me.
"I know that..." he said with a deep, husky voice. He blinked. "I know that Nicole." He reiterated before claiming my lips again, biting possessively down on my lower lip and sucking at the welt he made. He pushed me to the mattress and I stared up at the deep brown eyes that were now open, clear and full of heated desire.
I hesitated a bit. I wasn't used to being in this position, and it was making me antsy, but it didn't matter. He needed me, and as many times as I'd needed him and he came through for me, I could certainly push through this small automatic hesitation and anxiety. For him I would do just about anything.
He said nothing, he just looked into my eyes. I nodded my head. "I know. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." I reassured him with quiet conviction. He lowered his head to mine again, kissing me soundly, his tongue soothing the small sting of pain.
For the first time in a long time it wasn't that I needed him. I wasn't needing him to numb the pain, to combat my demons. We were just two people, and for once he needed me.
When he pulled away I groaned. I watched in the dark as he swiftly removed his shirt. He placed his hands on my stomach, underneath the hem of my shirt. I moaned as his hands traveled upwards, at the same time effectively removing my top. The sensation of his hands brushing up my body in one movement was incredible: I gasped.
When he reached my breasts, first his fingertips then his roughened calloused palms brushed, barely there across both nipples simultaneously. I arched my back, nearly coming up off the bed. "God John." I said quietly, it came out as barely a whisper.
His hands reversed their direction discarding my panties as he kissed, licked, and bit his way back down my body.
He kissed me again, drawing my bottom lip into his mouth, gently teasing with his teeth. I moaned the sound loud in the quiet hotel room. He broke the kiss releasing my mouth as he kissed his way down to my breast. The delicious tingles of electricity were working their way through my bloodstream.
He trailed a hand down my stomach, slipping finger inside me to test my body's response to him. I flushed with embarrassment. My heart and soul were ready and waiting, responding with everything in me, but my body was another matter right now.
He kissed his way down my stomach, down the inside of my thigh. He grinned up at me. "Payback's a bitch," he said, and I looked up in surprise, realising his intention.
"Little girl I can teach you things you've never even imagined." He said resuming his kisses down my body. An electric thrill shot through me and my womb clenched in anticipation. He lowered his head to my body. His tongue felt like a velvet rasp against my clit, I jerked in response to the sensation, my womb clenched again, more urgently. I closed my eyes as Johns tongue stabbed deep, then came up to swirl around me. I whimpered as he repeated the movement, clutching at the pillow above my head.
I was so sensitive, every flick of his tongue caused me to arch and tense up until I was nothing more than a tightly wound coil, ready to snap. John's tongue stilled and his hands started to knead my thighs.
"Take a breath," he instructed and I suddenly remembered to breathe, relaxing my legs a little. I groaned on the out breath and John chuckled.
"God you're fun," he said. "You need to relax baby girl, this is so much more enjoyable if you're not about to jump off the bed."
"Well I can't help it!" I muttered, but I grinned down at him.
"Hmmm," he said thoughtfully, raising his eyebrow at me. "Well every time I feel you tense up I'm going to stop..." he said and I felt my mouth drop. We'd be here all damn night!
I swallowed and nodded at him, willing myself to relax, telling my muscles to go limp and just enjoy what was happening.
John started again and I couldn't help the moans that fell from my mouth. He was right, the more I relaxed, the better it felt, but god it wasn't easy! When he started to suck on my rock hard clit I almost jumped out of my skin, crying out in pure ecstasy. As soon as I tensed up however, he stopped, and looked up the length of my body.
"No fair!" I whimpered and he grinned, waiting for me to relax a bit, then starting again. I was going to die, there was no doubt about it, John Winchester was going to be the death of me, and not in a bad way.
I had no idea when he'd started to work his fingers into the mix, but suddenly I felt myself filled up, his tongue brushing along my folds, circling my clit and repeating as he pressed inside me with a couple of fingers, inching in and finding that one sensitive spot. I bucked against him and cried out loudly, drawing in a ragged breath.
"God if you stop now I'm going to kill you myself," I said, rocking in to him. He relented, dragging his fingertips along that spot, sending delicious shock-waves all along my body. He drew my clit into his mouth at the same time, swirling with his tongue and gently massaging it with his lips.
I arched up, I couldn't help it, everything he was doing made me want to slide out of my skin in a big messy puddle. I had never been a screamer, but I was ready to start now. I groaned loudly, rocking in time with each little suck, each nibble, each thrust of his fingers.
"John! Oh John... yes... oh my god yes...!" My legs tensed, and I arched, holding in place as tremors washed over me, I rode them with loud moans, not caring who the hell heard because it was just that good. Wave after wave hit me, and I thought I might stop breathing as I throbbed under his lips, twitching and pulsing. When it passed it was like a blanket settled down upon me, a warmth that wrapped me up in a safe cocoon and held me.
I felt John move his way up my body, kissing as he went, and then the hard pulsing arousal that had so far gone unsatisfied. I groaned at the thought and reached for him, grasping his face and pulling him down to kiss him languidly. He positioned himself over me, hot, hard and ready. I opened my hips to him, sliding along his tip and he groaned, inching his way in.
"God I hope no one is timing us, because I'm not gonna last long after listening to that, baby," he said and he plunged inside of me, causing me to groan again.
09-11-2002
08:30
I stepped out of the shower, one hand going to the towel rack. I grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around myself and another for my hair. I wrapped it turban style flipping the ends over my shoulder.
The door opened and John stepped in behind me. "Damn. I was hoping to join you." He said suggestively with a twinkle in his eye. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck, licking at the drops of water collecting on my skin.
"Mmmhmmm." I groaned at the thought. "You know I did have that daydream a few weeks ago." I admitted shyly, a bit of a blush creeping up my cheeks.
He met my gaze in the mirror. "I seem to remember that one. The sounds coming from that bathroom…." He trailed off licking more water from my skin.
"Oh God." I moaned half in awakening arousal and half in embarrassment. John chuckled at my expense.
He stepped away and began pulling his shirt off. "What are you doing? You can't shower. You were supposed to be drinking last night you need to at last look like you slept in your truck." I chastised him. "If you come in fresh and clean they'll know." I said a little worriedly. Biting my lip.
John just blinked at me, a slow grin forming on his face. "You've given this a lot of thought haven't you?" He said with a smug smile.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh shut up." I said exiting the bathroom to pull some clothes on then made my way next door, where Dean and Beth were curled up around each other making out.
"Hey guys look alive." I said chirpily as I walked in the door quick to close it in case John came through. Last thing we needed was that fight. We needed a bit of peace.
Dean and Beth pulled apart leisurely, while Dean grumbled in my general direction. "You know we really should come up with some kind of code word, or signal so that you aren't always interrupting us." Dean said bringing up the fact that the last time I'd interrupted them they'd been skinny dipping and doing some exploring.
"Well a signal might save my eyesight, but it wouldn't save your asses when your dad decides to walk in." I said reminding him that he would much rather I catch them than his father.
"Dude!" Dean exclaimed all of a sudden. "Speaking of doing the dirty…." He trailed off as the door opened up and John walked in. I stiffened, and turned back to Dean exaggeratedly rolling my eyes. Have to keep up the pretense of being mad. I reminded myself.
"You should have been here last night. We got woken up around 1 AM to some chick having a mind blowing orgasm, she totally had to be faking it. I mean no one is that good!" Beth and I exchanged quick grins and shared an eye roll.
"Really no one?" I questioned nodding at Dean as he realized what he'd just admitted to.
"Well present company excluded." He said clarified as Beth turned to look at him curiously.
"I mean geez it was so distracting I totally forgot to time it." Dean said then he turned to Beth. "How long do you think it was?" He questioned.
Beth looked startled, but glanced at me with a knowing twinkle in her eye. "Oh I don't know, maybe ten minutes."
"Nah I'm pretty sure it was longer than that." Dean said confidently. "I'm gonna say fifteen to twenty."
I cocked an eyebrow a cocky, knowing grin coming over my face, I glanced behind me at John who I had to admit had made an effort to look like he'd actually slept in Truckzilla. We exchanged glares, that were really a secret damn we're good.
"I don't know if this orgasm sounds as good as you've made it out to be I can imagine it must have taken forever to ride." I said with a ear splitting grin. "I think we should go a little higher." I said watching John from the corner of my eye as he shuffled though his clothes and groaned heading to the shower. He had a hand over his mouth but I'm pretty sure that as to cover the extremely satisfied grin on his face.
My phone rang while we were debating what to do about breakfast. I looked curiously at the display and then flipped it open.
"Uncle Rufus, what's up?" I asked.
"You girl! What the hell, you run out on me in the middle of the night, you don't call, you don't text..." He was sounding agitated but I brushed it off.
"Geez Unc, you saying you're worried about poor lil me?" I said with a grin.
He paused and then sighed. "Yeah okay, I figured you went running after whatever loser you were on the phone to the other night. Truth is, I need you to go work a job for me." Rufus sounded almost embarrassed, now we were getting to the real purpose for the call.
"Me? A job? Since when do you palm them off?" I said with a raised eyebrow.
"Since it involved drownings in lakes. I don't do water, you know that." I chuckled. Rufus couldn't swim, and it was a never ended source of amusement among Dad and some of their hunting buddies. Whenever there was a water spirit involved, you generally saw Rufus running for the hills, unimpressed.
"Just like you don't do the Sabbath?" I asked teasingly.
"That's right!" He snapped. "You gonna do this or not?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes.
"Depends, what's in it for me?" I asked with a cheeky tone to my voice.
"More time with Winchester!" He grumped. And I smirked. Oh yeah I could use some more time.
"I'll do it." I agreed, hoping I didn't sound too eager.
I snapped my fingers at Beth. "Hey I need a pen and paper." I whispered to her. She grabbed one off the bedside table and brought them to me.
"Okay, Rufus give me the specs." I said, ready for some note taking.
"So the latest victim is Sophie Carlton, age 18 she was last seen swimming in Lake Manitoc, and never again set foot on dry land. Police dragged the water and never discovered her body." Rufus said with a sigh.
"There have been three separate drowning's so far for 2002, and none of the other bodies were discovered either." It sounded like a solid case now we just had to do the leg work.
"Alright Uncle Rufus I'll let you know what I get out of it." I said confidently.
"You tell that Winchester fellow that if you drown, he better hope he dies trying to save ya. Or I'm coming for him!" Rufus said, and I chuckled.
"Okay, I love you too. I'll see you soon." I said quietly.
"Bye. Be safe." He said gruffly. I was pulling the phone down away from my ear and I could have sworn I heard him shout at me at the last minute. "Wear your floaties!" He said as I hung up.
John had just gotten out of the bathroom, shirtless but dressed in a pair of form fitting jeans. I tried to be discreet while admiring the muscles rippling in his back as he pulled on a shirt. I licked my suddenly dry lips, then realised Dean and Beth were staring at me, waiting to be filled in on the phone call.
"So I think I have a case if you're all interested." I announced to the room at large. John turned a curious gaze toward me. Oh this was gonna be fun.
Author's Notes
So this concludes Chapter Five I would love to know what you guys thought! I swear it wasn't supposed to take me this long to get this out. I had started one version was having problems getting on board with it, so I used parts that I liked. Then I started another version had problems getting key pieces to fit where I needed them so then I scrapped that one too using it for junk metal. This chapter was literally written three different ways. It was a pain in the ass. But I am finally satisfied with it.
If it hadn't been for Belladonna78 I would never have gotten this chapter finished. But I now love it and up next is a hunt. If you want to see more Dean and Beth check out 1. Highway to Hell and 2. All Hell Breaks Loose and soon to come is a third story, so stay tuned for that one! Thank you Belladonna for putting up with all my idiosyncrasies as I ripped apart this chapter. You are Awesome!
Now onto the note that I am sure everyone is ecstatic to hear about. My licensing exam. I failed the motherfucker! So yeah I get to retake it in 45 days after shelling out another $339.00 I am furious! However on the brighter side I can have more time to write!