Updated 6/10/14
Boy Like Me: Jessica Harp
Isabel couldn't believe that the man from her dreams and Sam's older brother were the same person. There was an eerie stillness before Sam jerked her back into the house, his fingers holding her arm tightly enough to bruise. "Sam!" She exclaimed, trying to pull away from him. "Let go! You're hurting me! Sam!"
Dean cocked a gun at Sam, his face a mess of conflicting emotions, "You aren't Sam. You can't be. Sam is dead. Let the girl go." He started chanting in a language Isabel didn't understand.
Sam held up his hands, letting Isabel stagger away, "Dean, please, it's really me." He stepped in front of Isabel, not about to let his brother accidentally hurt her. "Dean!"
Isabel was just staring, just looking at Dean, trying to comprehend what she was happening to her. She couldn't understand why her body was suddenly on fire. There was a molten feeling in her stomach. It ebbed and flowed like their raised voices, the louder they yelled, the hotter she felt. It was both the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, and the most searing pain.
Standing in the presence of both of the angry men had her panting, "Sam." Her voice was thin and strained as she leaned against the wall, suddenly feeling as weak as a newborn kitten. "Sam." She tried again, but he was still yelling with his brother. "Sam!" She said, just before her knees buckled and she knocked into her coatrack, sending the metal clanging to the ground with her.
"Isabel!" Sam yelled, startled by the noise. He picked her up, and checked her vitals holding her close to his chest, keeping himself between her and Dean. "Izzy, baby, wake up. Isabel!" He turned his head to yell at Dean, "What did you do to her?"
"What did I do to her? What did you do to her?" Dean yelled back.
She was completely limp and then suddenly she jerked awake, grabbing onto Sam's shirt. Sam jerked back, startled by her sudden action, "Isabel, are you alright?" He asked, holding her at an arms length, easily over coming her weak grip.
She groaned, panting, "I'm on fire, please, help me." And she was, her skin was sweaty and she was shaking. Somehow in all of his and Dean's fighting she had spiked a fever.
Stanford Sam took over. "Dean, go get some ice from the kitchen."
"What?" Dean said, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Damnit, Dean, she's got a fever! If we can't get it down, she could die!" Sam yelled at him as he carried a squirming Isabel to her downstairs bathroom. He turned the water in the tub on cold, plugging the drain, and turned on the shower as cold as is could go. Ignoring his own body's objections, he got into the shower with Isabel in his arms, holding her under the water.
Dean came back in with a bucket of ice, stunned to see his brother standing in the tub with the girl. She was moaning and writhing. It didn't seem to Dean like she was in pain, but more like...pleasure. Sam glared up at him, as if sensing how Dean was looking over his girlfriend, "Put the ice in the tub and go to the library and ask for Alice. There's something not right about this, Isabel was fine before you came. Alice is Isabel's aunt. She's a Hunter. She'll help. I hope..." He trailed off and started to undress Isabel.
Dean ignored the temptation to watch as Sam pulled off Isabel's saturated robe. Instead he forced himself to get back in the Impala and down the street to the library. The door opened before he could knock, and a small grey haired woman walked out. "Well, Winchester, you sure took long enough. Missouri told me you'd be here, but I thought you would have been around a month ago."
"What?" Dean said, staring at the woman.
She smiled, "I'd heard you weren't the bright one. It's a pity, but we can't all have looks and brains." He scoffed at her, but she went on, picking a black bag off the ground, "Don't doddle, Winchester. We need to go take care of my niece now. You boys have really made a mess of her."
"What did we do? She's sick!" Dean said, following the woman to his Impala.
Alice Hastings laughed, "Winchester, she's nephilim. I know you've never dealt with any of her kind before, but the genders are very different." They both got in the muscle car and she continued her explanation, "Males are more valued standardly than the females are, simply because they are more powerful."
"How's that?" Dean asked, forcing himself to keep the Impala within ten miles of the speed-limit.
"Those poor boys. As soon as male nephilim reach manhood, their powers are unlocked. They have a massive learning curve and most of them burn out. It's an inordinately large amount of stress to put on a human body. But if you can catch one alive, then you have a direct link to the angels in heaven and a very powerful fighter with no clue of what he's capable of. Demons like them for obvious reasons." She said, reminding him he needed to take a left turn, causing him to make the Impala's tires squeal.
"What about the girls? What about Isabel?" He asked.
Alice smiled, "The girls are more subtle. They show angelic traits from birth. They have a certain warmth to them, a natural ability to heal and nurture. Some of them might excel in the arts, you'll find many artists and dancers that are nephilim. Isabel is more of the nurturer. It makes her very viable for a specific problem female nephilim are prone to." They pulled up to Isabel's house, "Keep your temper once we are inside, and she'll be fine. I'll give you the details with Sammy."
"Sammy?" Dean quipped.
She giggled, "He works for me. He's a giant teddy bear." She glared, "You're a blunt thing, aren't you? Poor Isabel will have her work cut out for her on you, won't she?"
Before Dean could ask her what she meant, Alice got out of the Impala. She walked into the house and straight to the bathroom. Sam was still in his clothes, but holding Isabel against him, covered only in a towel, perched on the edge of the tub.
He smiled weakly, nodding his head at a sleeping Isabel, "Hey Aunt Alice. She's fine now, she got better right after Dean left."
"You mean when you stopped being mad at Dean, don't you?" Annie said.
The brothers looked at her and said unison, "What?"
Annie grinned and looked at Dean, "Remember what I was talking about? The problem with female nephilim such as Isabel is that they are hormonal creatures. Their body chemistry acknowledges that they're physically weaker than their male counterparts so they are driven to find a way to protect themselves. They recognize their mates with a sort of violent attraction."
"Mates?" Dean asked, but Sam just stared down at the woman in his arms.
"What stronger bond is there than one between brothers? For every female nephiliim there is a set of male siblings to protect her. Usually two, sometimes three." Alice seemed totally unconcerned that she was talking about her niece's sex life.
"What about her fever?" Sam asked softly, stroking her blond hair.
That brought a blush to Annie's face, "It's not a fever, Sammy. You and Dean were fighting. Her body is designed to keep the peace. It's a bit of an outdated idea, more caveman than modern. But the tension between the two of you sent Isabel into a sort of...sexual shock. It's a way to distract you, make you focus on her not on your anger."
"She's going to do that whole turned on thing every time Sam and I fight?" Dean said, still trying to understand everything.
Annie shrugged, "She's young so it's going to be like that for a little while. However, the longer the three of you are together she should gain more control over it. Well, more control over herself in general. She'll get stronger now too, build lean muscle more easily."
"Does she know what she is?" Sam asked Alice.
"No, I believe she did at one point, but she doesn't anymore." Isabel stirred in Sam's arms. "I'd best be going. She won't want me to be anywhere near you both right now. Congratulations, you two just got married to her, and it's your wedding night. Do what you think is best, but...please be careful with her. She's bound to be confused when she settles down." Alice left quickly, leaving an ancient looking book by the front door with Isabel's name written on a sticky note on it.
Dean looked at his brother, who he had thought was dead, "Are you alright, Sam?"
The other Winchester nodded, sitting Isabel up against his chest. "I'm fine." He was blushing.
"Sam, what are you blushing for?" Dean asked.
He pressed his face into Isabel's wet hair before responding, "This doesn't bother me at all. It's sort of something I always fantasized about. You and me with the same girl. And I've thought about it. Isabel is perfect for both of us."
"She is beautiful." Dean said, looking at the blond that was curled so tightly against his brother.
Sam smiled widely, "Dean, I can't wait for you to get to know her. She's amazing."
There was a soft moan that neither of them heard, but then Isabel's eyes snapped open and she launched herself at Sam. She was mumbling incoherently, and proceeding to grind herself against Sam. Dean made the mistake of reaching a hand out to touch her, and then she was on him, kissing him and moaning in pain.
Dean smiled grimly, pulling her soaking wet shirt off of her, "Calm down, baby girl, and don't you worry about a thing. Sammy and I are going to take care of you." Underneath her lust induced haze, Isabel realized just how safe she felt, how complete, and she knew that there was nothing she would ever let threaten the peace she found with these two men.
What happened then was a whole night of the Winchesters trying to quell Isabel's seemingly insatiable need. When the sun rose, the three were tangled in a mess of sheets and limbs.
Dean's head was spinning with the newness of Isabel's scent on his skin, and Sam being alive. Sam was embarrassed by seeing that much of his brother. Isabel on the other hand, was blissful. She had been dimly aware during her aunt's explanation, and as strange as it sounded, everything they had done felt right.
She was smiling at Dean when he woke up. "What are you looking at?" He asked jokingly.
Isabel put her back to Sam's chest and pulled the sheets up around her breasts. "You. I've dreamed about you."
Dean smiled cockily, "They were good dreams, I hope?"
She shook her head, a small frown on her face, "No, not really, but I'm sure they will be now." Her eyes trailed to the clock that had been kicked to the floor at some point. "Shit!" She cried, jumping up.
"What?" Sam grunted when he was awoken with Isabel's elbow crashing into his face.
"I'm late for work!" Isabel screeched, coming dangerously close to stepping on Dean's crotch as she launched herself from the bed to the bathroom, "Sam, call Cynthia for me!"
Sam chuckled, looking at the clock and then back at his brother, "School doesn't start for another half hour. It's a five minute walk. She'll be fine."
Dean looked at the closed bathroom door, "Is she always like that?"
Sam nodded, "For the most part. She doesn't like feeling rushed." He rubbed his face, "I should go feed the dog before Isabel starts freaking out about him too."
"She has a dog?" Dean said, aghast.
"Yup, his name's Ion and he's the size of a small car. He was in the backyard when you showed up. I hope he hasn't chewed through the fence." Sam said, getting out of the bed and grabbing clean underwear and jeans from his drawer. "Come meet him." He said, pulling a white t-shirt over his head.
Dean followed Sam's lead, only getting his clothes from the floor rather than a drawer. He wasn't sure how they had gotten upstairs, but he scanned the house as he followed Sam down them. It was beautiful, not unlike every other suburban house that was well taken care of. Dean saw the backdoor in the kitchen, a large yellow lab was glaring through the glass. "Looks pissed."
"Probably is. He's super protective of Izzy. He probably barked his head off last night." Sam chuckled, "Not that we would have noticed."
The second Sam opened the door, the dog bolted inside, running past them both and up the stairs. About five seconds later, the Winchester brothers heard Isabel grunt, "Ion! Off!"
The dog bounded back down the stairs and stood in front of the metal bowl on the floor, glaring at Sam. "Alright, you crazy mutt, I'll feed you." The younger Winchester barked in amusement, tossing a cup of food in the bowl.
Dean stood by awkwardly as Sam sat about making coffee and breakfast. "You uh...need help?"
"Nah, I've got it. I'm used to doing the cooking. Isabel usually ends up almost burning the house down when she tries." Sam said.
"So no homemade pie then?" Dean quipped, sitting down at the table.
Isabel rushed into the room, "I need supervision with the stove, but I can make pie just fine. Remind me after school, and I'll run by the grocery store. What flavor?"
Dean's eyebrows knitted together. "Uh...apple?"
Sam laughed, kissing her, "Izzy, Dean's not too picky about his pie."
A hint of the fire from the night before lit Isabel's eyes and she stepped to stand in between Dean's legs. "Pie, huh? I'll keep that in mind." She whispered in his ear, grabbing him in a swift yet heated kiss. "Why don't you boys bring me lunch?" She called as she walked out the door, only to run back in and grab her keys off the counter, blushing like a fool.
Once her car had left the driveway, Dean stared at his brother, "Why was that so hot?"
Sam sighed, "I wish I knew." He slid a plate of eggs across the table to Dean and took his own seat, all of the morning's happiness fleeing from his face, "Dean, how did you find me? Us?"
Dean shoveled in a mouthful of eggs, "I came looking into Isabel's old house."
"The one where her father was murdered?"
Dean nodded, "Her dear old dad is death echoing the place. He told me he was trying to get Dad's attention. Guy seemed a little confused. He was talking about the Croatoan Virus."
Sam choked on a piece of toast, "The Croatoan Virus? We took care of that already."
Dean shrugged, "I haven't got a clue. I mean the guy's been dead for twenty years, he might not be too sharp anymore." He put on an obviously fake smile, "Oh, and did you know her big brother is an angel vessel and that her mom is a freaking super-angel? I mean, we're not talking your garden variety angel. Veronica is like second in power to the Big Man himself."
Sam's eyebrows shot up, and he put his bacon down, "No, I did not know that. Explains a lot though." He pointed the salt tubes out to Dean, "Izzy thinks they keep bugs out."
"Probably not the normal kind." Dean said, letting a few more minutes pass before asking his brother, "How did you get out of the cage?"
Sam shook his head, "I have no idea, Dean. I was in the cage, and the next thing I knew, I wasn't. I tracked you to Lisa's, but I couldn't ruin what you had going for you so I kept on moving. Isabel found me when my car broke down just outside of town." He scratched Ion behind the ears, "I knew something was up with her. There's a boy across the street, he's basically dying, but Isabel goes over every few days and he gets better. Not healed, but better. I think I've been bracing myself for when the normalcy shattered." Sam got up, not wanting to talk about it anymore, and started cleaning the kitchen.
Boy Like Me: Jessica Harp
"You're the kinda boy my daddy used to warn
Would walk into my life and lead me down the wrong way
I'm the kinda girl who tried hard to ignore
Those things that daddy warned about those kinda boys
Well what's a girl to do with a big old boy like you
When we sit around and talk about
Those things we just can't talk about
Like making love and drinking 'til the sun comes up
Well hallelujah, finally found a boy like me
Lord have mercy, I think I'm in a fantasy
You've been talking lots of stuff
Saying what you gonna do
Oh what do you want to do with me
Well hallelujah, finally found a boy like me."