"That was not your first rodeo" Dean smiled breathlessly looking down at the girl who had just rocked his world.
Her skin felt hot in contrast to the goose bumps that covered his body. His heart was beating loudly against his chest, he was exhausted, elated, light-headed and maybe just a little bit in love. Trying to shake that last thought from his head he dropped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Fingers traced patterns on his smooth skin and he wondered how it was possible that he once again found himself stirring in reaction to Bea's touch.
"What have you done to me?" he whispered grabbing her hand to pull her close to him
"Just what you do to me" she smiled innocently leaning in to touch her lips to his making him sigh. "This is just, wow, I mean come on" Bea giggled moving back to lean on her elbow "It's never been like this before"
"I aim to please" Dean said smugly, and then looking puzzled he asked "Wait I thought you never left the cabin?"
"I don't"
"Then how is this not your first rodeo?"
xxx
Sam jumped as the door to the motel room flew open and there stood a visibly shaken Dean, his shirt untucked and one leg of his jeans caught in the top of his boot. "Dean, what's wrong?" he asked urgently moving towards his brother "Dean are you alright?"
Shaking his head to try to dislodge what he'd just heard he finally looked Sam in the eye "I need to get drunk" and he turned to walk stopping only to yell "Now!" back at his brother.
Grabbing his coat and wallet Sam followed after Dean, fully taking in his dishevelled state it suddenly dawned on him "Dude did you just bone the devil's daughter?"
"It's a hell of a lot worse than that" Dean muttered as he crossed the road outside the motel and headed towards the forgiving lights of a Bar.
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"Dean that's your third shot, are you ever gonna tell me what happened cause believe me I've got some pretty gross pictures flashing through my mind right now" Sam asked after another flash of Bea panting while horns grow out of her head passed before his eyes
"No nothing like that you pervert!" Dean was quick to defend her "And don't even be thinking of her like that man. She's perfect, it was perfect"
"Wow" Sam laughed "You really like this girl"
"Oh quit the girlie crap Sam, this is serious" Dean shot him an annoyed look
"Just tell me Dean"
Staring intently at his beer bottle he shuddered not quite sure how to even begin, looking over his shoulder towards the motel his voice quiet "So in the woods a demon put some sort of lust spell on her, and I kind of helped her out with that"
"Yea I figured that from the noises coming from her room" Sam spoke looking a little embarrassed
Dean shot him a quick sideways glance "Pervert"
"Pot kettle black"
"Shut up man, do you want to know what happened or not!?"
"Ok" Sam said holding his hands in front of him as a sign of surrender
Dean once again looked to his beer bottle "Well it was, like, wow, like" he closed his eyes as the memory of her face below him filled his thoughts "Shut up man!" he said not even having to look at Sam to know he was wearing his smug little smirk "Anyway it got me thinking, Bea's been holed up in the woods for most her adult life right?" Dean turned intense eyes to Sam willing him to work it out for himself so he didn't have to say the words out loud
"And?" Sam furrowed his brow
Rolling his eyes at his brothers stupidness he continued "So she hasn't exactly been able to do the whole finding yourself at college experience, or hanging around bars right?"
"Dean, what the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked getting annoyed now at his brother beating around the bush
"So if she hasn't been picking up college guys, or guys from bars then who has she been..."
Realization hit Sam then, his eyes opening wide as he whispered "Are you saying that Bea and..."
"Yeah" Dean necked the rest of his bottle "Bea, and Dad"
"Oh my god Dean. But she's so young and he's...he's our dad"
"It gets worse" Dean barely got the words out as he looked at Sam from under his eyebrows "Who else used to go visit with little Miss I'm All Alone in The Woods?"
"Bobby!?" Sam yelled drawing attention from most of the bar, then moving in closer to Dean he asked again "Bobby?"
Biting his lips to try and stop any more images of Bea with Bobby invading his mind he simply nodded in answer to Sam's question
Turning to the bar Sam waved over the bartender "Two shots please" then thinking better of it he added "Best make them doubles"
A few shots later Sam and Dean sat in silence unaware of the bar filling up around them, a band was busy setting up their equipment on the stage as Bea walked in catching the attention of a few men who appreciated the glimpse of mid-riff they caught when she stood on her tiptoes trying to look over the heads of the crowd.
She saw Dean seated at the bar next to Sam, taking in the assortment of beer bottles and shot glasses in front of them she shook her head wearily. Bea wasn't naïve enough to think that telling a guy she'd slept with his father and father figure was ever going to go down well but she also knew that no one else could ever fully understand how she'd been so isolated and so alone for so many years, that when John or Bobby or Rufus had bought her supplies she knew that they were going to be the only person she saw for maybe a year and she was desperate for some human contact. Of course it hadn't been easy to persuade any of them but over time she had, and for an hour or two she felt something other than alone, and how could she regret that. But with Dean earlier it had been different and her insides still ached from the loss of him.
"Three more please" she asked the bartender pointing to the empty shot glasses in front of Sam and Dean as she took the seat next to Sam
"You sure you're old enough pretty thing" the barman leered leaning a little close to Bea for Dean's comfort
"Dude, we're right here" Dean said pointing to himself and Sam
"Sorry man" the bartender said with a little shake of the head as he moved to pour their drinks
"Did you do that to me?" Dean spoke harshly "Bewitch me a little with your devil spawn magic?"
Bea felt like she'd been punched "Is that really what you think?" she whispered tears welling in her eyes
"No he doesn't" Sam spoke quickly seeing how upset she was "It's just a lot to take in , you know what with the whole Bobby and Dad thing"
Dean rolled his eyes pissed at Sam for saying it out loud again
Bea picked her shot up from the bar and threw it down her throat, enjoying the burn for a moment "I need to go home" she announced
"But it's not safe there anymore, Crowley knows where you are" Sam turned to face her "He'll find a way to get to you"
"I don't care. I'd rather be harassed by him then judged by you guys. I just really want to go home" she leant forward over the bar, her tight fitted jeans showing off her ass as she called to the bartender "Hey cutie, another shot for me please, I'm celebrating"
"Celebrating what?" he asked giving her the flirty eyes that made Dean want to smash his face in
"My last night of freedom" Bea answered sadly before downing her shot and moving into the crowd towards where the band were playing.
"Damn it Dean" Sam said moving to stand and watch her walk away
"What?" Dean answered sounding wounded. Tapping his glass to order another drink all the while giving the bartender serious evil eyes for hitting on his girl. His girl? What the hell was he thinking
Out on the dance floor bodies danced to the music from the band, and Bea smiled to herself as she moved caught up in the crowd. Raising her hands above her head she shook out her hair letting the music wash over her. She had often daydreamed about dancing in a club, the appeal of beginning surrounded by happy people almost a turn on for her.
Dean tried not to watch as Bea moved, he couldn't believe he still wanted her after learning what she'd done, who she'd done, damn it he thought rubbing his face.
Getting lost in the music Bea suddenly felt strong hands on her hips as someone pulled her back into their big frame "Hey" she called out trying to move forward. Turning her head to see who held her so tightly that bruises were already forming painfully on her hip bones she came face to face with black eyes set in the beautiful face that haunted her dreams.
"Hey yourself baby" the demon from the woods spoke, the sound of his voice no longer bringing pleasure to her but terror "Let's just dance, let me enjoy finally having my hands on you" he growled
Bea didn't want him to touch her, she felt sickened that he'd had such an affect on her earlier but no matter how she struggled against him he was just to strong. The crowd that surrounded them didn't seem to notice as she desperately tried to see through faces to find Sam or Dean.
"Hey man back up" commanded a furious voice behind them
The demon danced them slowly around to face Dean, his face thunderous. "Dean Winchester. I can still smell you on her" the demon spoke as he pushed his face into Bea's neck and breathed her in "She was meant to be smelling of me about now" he smirked. Bea raised her heel and bought it back hard into the demons shin causing a look of pain to flash across his face before he reached down and holding her around her waist picked her up roughly to slam her body back against his. "Feisty. Just how I like them"
Sam was moving slowly though the crowd behind the demon, a small knife at the ready. He knew it would be impossible to kill the demon here without a devil's trap and a whole bar of witnesses certainly weren't helping. As he neared he suddenly knew the demon had sensed him, its head turning enough to give him the sly eye before moving it's hand in a swift movement that ripped the knife from Sam's own hand and sent it flying towards Dean.
"Dean!" Sam yelled alerting Dean to move but not without giving the knife a chance to slice through the top of his arm before landing in the leg of a woman behind him.
Panicked screaming filled the bar as the crowd struggled to move to the exits, people were getting crushed and Dean holding his bloody arm was trying to fight his way against the stampede to reach Bea who was still fighting her way out of the demons grasp.
A sudden wave of hot air nearly wiped Dean off his feet as he held an arm across his eyes to protect them followed by silence. When he opened them he saw everyone laying on the floor, only Sammie stood looking breathlessly around before locking eyes with Dean. They both looked towards where Bea stood amongst bodies, all of them laid out on the floor fanning out from her "Dean" her voice shook as she took in what had happened around her
Sam knelt and checked the pulse of the woman laying at his feet "She's alive" he said relieved before moving on the check a few more pulses "They're all alive"
Dean stood eyes locked on Bea. She look terrified and he was overwhelmed with the need to hold her.
"Its okay Bea" Dean spoke calmly as he raised his hand out to her.
Slowly Bea began to move towards him, it wasn't easy as she tried her best not to stand on the people around her. They were all laying with their feet directed at her, arms neatly by their sides, and all of them were unconscious. It was obvious to Bea that it was her doing but she didn't know how, all she knew is that she had been terrified as the demon held her and then when she saw Dean trying to fight his way to her through the crowd bleeding heavily from his arm, she'd been furious.
"I didn't mean to...it just happened" Bea's eyes darted around the floor as she continued to carefully make her way to Dean "I was scared but I didn't mean to do this" tears now flowing down her cheeks
"it's okay Bea" Dean said again as taking in the chaos around him what else could he say. All he really wanted was for Bea to reach him so he could whisk her away from here and protect her.
"Dean?" Sam asked nervously as Bea neared his brother
"Its okay Sam. Everything is going to be okay"
And the moment Bea's hand reached his it was. He felt it in his heart, a fullness he'd been lacking for years. Nothing he'd witnessed or learned tonight could change what he felt when he pulled her trembling frame into his, strong arms held her and he felt complete. Chaos and love right, he thought to himself, how else was it ever going to be.