Updated 6/10/14
Taking Chances: Céline Dion
Dean came to him two hours later, "So what are we going to take to Isabel for lunch?"
"It's a small town, so most of the kids run home for lunch. We can go out somewhere as long as we're quick." Sam informed him, snapping a leash onto the collar around Ion's neck, "Ready?"
Sam was right, the school was only a five minute walk, and Dean found himself wondering why Isabel bothered to take her car at all. Sam walked right into the school and Dean was left trailing behind him feeling creepy.
The attractive brunette receptionist greeted them, "Aww, Sammy, here for your daily dose of Cynthia?"
Sam chuckled, "Here for Izzy yet again, Cynthia."
"Who's this?" Cynthia asked, noticing Dean behind his brother's bulky form.
"That's Sam's brother." Isabel answered from the doorway. She beamed at Sam, "Hey, baby." The kissed briefly and Dean felt jealousy surge through him.
"Well hello, Handsome." Cynthia purred at him.
Dean plastered on a fake smile, "Beautiful day, right?"
Cynthia grazed her eyes over him, "Handsome, are you taken because..."
"He's gay." Isabel snapped, her own jealousy written all over her face.
Cynthia's face fell, "Too bad." She didn't seem to notice the horrified look on Dean's face as Isabel dragged them out of the school.
"Gay?" Dean yelled.
Isabel smirked, "I get tired enough of her flirting with Sam. I can't deal with it being the both of you. Trust me, in this town, being gay is basically being another species." Out of sight, Isabel latched on to Dean, pressing her body to him, "I couldn't handle it if she was flirting with both of you."
Dean groaned at her closeness, "Isabel, sweetheart, if you keep this up, you aren't going back into that school today."
Isabel practically jumped away from him and back into the school, only to return a few seconds later, grabbing both Dean and Sam. At Dean's confused protest, Isabel struck him down with a molten look, "Come on, Dean. Don't make promises you can't keep."
Isabel hardly let the door close behind them before she grabbed Sam. "You're already stronger." Sam commented between heated kisses.
"Aunt Alice's book said that's part of the package." Isabel responded, hopping up onto the counter top so Sam wouldn't have to bend down so far to kiss her.
"Really you two? Intellectual conversation before sex? Is that some newfangled foreplay?" Dean grumbled.
Isabel shot him a look, holding a hand out to him, "We can talk about cars if you want. That's a pretty sweet Impala in my driveway."
Dean took her hand, kissing her mouth while Sam kissed a hot trail down her neck. "Now you're talkin', baby girl."
Isabel giggled, "We could always move it into the garage later."
That comment went straight to Dean's dick. "Son of a bitch."
That garnered another giggle from Isabel and she pulled back just far enough to strip her shirt off without hitting either of them with an elbow. Dean's eyes flicked over the creamy exposed skin as he finally took a moment to really look at her. Last night, they'd all been half out of their minds, but now, he could see just how lovely she really was. Her long blond hair fell in loose curls, half hiding Sam's actions on her neck. Her blue eyes smoldered and in that instant, Dean knew exactly who she was.
He'd forgotten about the night Anna had died, about how Castiel had talked about a mother he thought was dead. She wasn't dead. She was a smoking hot redhead that channeled every ounce of that hotness into her blond daughter. Of course that made Cas Isabel's half-brother. Maybe that was the reason for how strongly he felt towards Castiel, some part of him had been searching for Isabel.
"Stop thinking." Isabel grumbled, unzipping his pants. When her hand slipped into his pants and she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing erection, all though fled Dean's mind. Isabel grinned, seeing the change in his eyes, "Better."
Somehow, Isabel had managed to get her underwear off, and when she scooted to the edge of the counter, Dean's dick was brushing against her soaked folds. He took no more prompting than the whine Isabel gave out to slam into her.
Things felt different in the morning light. Everything was clearer, the supernatural erotic haze gone. Isabel trembled against him and didn't protest when Sam leaned her back a little so he could lave at her nipples. Dean caught himself linking his hand with Isabel's in Sam's shaggy hair, but it didn't bother him. Not even the sight of Sam jerking himself off gave Dean pause. He picked up his pace, hammering into Isabel, who to her credit, took everything he gave her with fervor, not being shy about letting her moans echo through the house. Dean wondered vaguely where the dog was.
When Isabel came, she brought Dean with her, and it was only Sam's hands that kept them from slamming into the floor. His deep chuckle reverberated through all three of them as he steadied his brother and took Isabel off the countertop like she was a child. She draped herself over him and nuzzled against him, completely sated. Sam pressed a kiss to her temple, looking at his brother, "Ready for an afternoon nap?"
Dean sighed his agreement and somehow made it up the stairs after Sam. They slept until the sun was setting and Dean's need for food became overwhelming. "What's a guy got to do to get some food around this place?" He asked, seeing which one of his bed companions he could rile first.
Isabel drew herself up from the pillow she'd buried her face into. "I'll go make sandwiches." She left the brothers in her bed, drawing Sam's discarded shirt on as she went, and when she returned twenty minutes later, they had moved together to fill the space she had left, almost touching. "You guys want food or are these just for me?" She teased, rousing both of them. They blinked at her with near twin expressions. "I can come back later..." She started, but had failed to notice the look passed between them.
They lunged at her, Dean snatching the food from her hands and Sam grabbing her by the waist, tossing her up onto the bed with a triumphant roar. She shrieked when he started tickling her sides. Dean watched them satisfied, munching on the bag of potato chips she had been holding. When Isabel's face was bright red from her hiccuped breathing and Sam was laughing too hard to keep going, the tickling stopped and they sagged against the headboard. Isabel's eyes roamed across the bed until they landed on Dean, happily shoving food into his face. "You'd better bring that over here, or I'll sic Tickle-Me-Sammy on you." She warned with a glare that almost scared Dean, but with all he'd seen in his life, there was little scary about the blond so the expression was just endearing.
He handed her one of the sandwiches and got back into the bed. They laid in a pile of naked limbs and ate in silence. "So what do you two really do?" Isabel asked once they were all finished, staring at the empty plate in her hands pensively. The Winchester's share a panicked look, but this time, Isabel noticed. "Come on, I'm not some little girl that's going to get scared off. I don't think I could ever leave you two."
"We're Hunters." Dean said simply, despite the look of protest from his younger brother.
Isabel nodded, "I'm guessing you don't hunt Bambi."
"No, no Bambi." Sam said softly, sitting up behind her and stroking her hair comfortingly.
"What does salt do?" She asked, remembering Sam's initial interest in the salt around the house.
"Demon and ghost deterrent, also it's really great with tequila." Dean explained, earning a tired smile from the girl.
"So the things that go bump in the night are real?" Isabel asked, garnering a nod from both brothers. "You...kill them?"
Dean nodded, "The ones who are messing with people, yeah. A few aren't bad, but a lot of them like to kill people."
She looked over her shoulder at Sam, "Why are you here then? Shouldn't you have been out there, helping?"
Sam stared at her, shocked by her ire. In all the time he'd been with her, he hadn't seen such a harsh look on her face, "Izzy, there's a lot of things that you don't know about."
"Then tell me because it sounds to me like you bailed on helping people because of a fight with your brother." Isabel snapped.
Dean jumped in for the stunned Sam, "Before last night, Isabel, I thought Sam was trapped in a cage with Lucifer being tortured until the end of time. I was living a pretty normal life too. What we do, it takes a lot out of a person. Most days, life is just a big load of shit. Demons killed our parents, and after a while, you just want it to stop. Living a normal life is better than killing yourself or ending up getting eaten by something."
Isabel's face softened and she turned fully to Sam, remorse on her face, "I'm sorry. I didn't know, about your parents, about...anything." She scoffed, "I feel like a kid all over again. A demon, that's what killed my father, isn't it? That's what tore him to pieces and smeared him all over our living room."
Dean ran a hand down her back, "Yes."
She took in a sharp breath, "I always knew nothing human could have done that. I'm not human though, am I? I'm nephilim, half angel. My mother is an angel." Isabel's eyes shot to Sam, "Are angels good?"
The corner of his mouth quirked up, "For the most part, yes. Dean's best friend Cas is one. Although he doesn't apparently like me enough to come when I call."
"What?" Dean whined, looking at his brother in disbelief.
"When I came back, I started praying to Castiel, asking for his help, and he never showed, not even for a few seconds." Sam explained.
"Douche." Dean groused.
"Castiel?" Isabel repeated, the name sounding familiar. The boys were discussing the angel when Isabel remembered where she'd seen the name before. "Bitch!" The brothers stared at her as she jumped off the bed and tore out of the room, flashing a fair bit of skin as the shirt she was wearing blew up in the back. She came back a minute later, throwing a photo down on the bed. "These people, they're angels, aren't they. My half siblings."
Sam picked it up, looking at the picture. It was one in the downstairs hall of the family before her dad had been killed. Isabel looked at it all the time. "On the back, Sammy." Dean chocked out. Sam flipped the photo over and in an embellished calligraphy were six names. He read them off: "Michael. Heylel. Gabriel. Daniel. Anael. Castiel." He met eyes with Dean, "Heylel, that's another name for Lucifer. Anna is probably a nickname for Anael. She really is Cas' sister."
"Yeah, and he's a lot higher on the food chain than he let us believe." Dean growled.
"I want to meet him." Isabel blurted out.
Dean nodded, "Sure, but in the morning. I'm naked, and Cas already has personal boundary issues."
Isabel laughed softly, "My life is never going to be the same, is it?"
Sam wished he could tell her it would, but he couldn't, he just held her as Dean said, "No."
Sam thought she was going to cry, but instead she shrugged out of his arms, "I need to go see Will." She got dressed slowly, her mind running over the last twenty-four hours.
"Will?" Dean asked, pulling his jeans on.
Sam glanced over at Isabel, "Little boy who lives across the street. He has cancer pretty bad."
"He should be dead." Isabel added softly, "I'm what's keeping him alive. I can heal, I read that in the book Aunt Alice left."
"When did you have time to read?" Dean exclaimed.
Isabel blinked at him for a few seconds, "Um...between rounds four and five last night. I couldn't sleep, but you two were out so I grabbed the book and started reading. It's not much, but Alice's note says that it's all she and her acquaintances know. I'm stronger now. Maybe...maybe I can heal Will permanently."
"Isabel, that's not the best idea. Those things get a lot of attention." Sam advised.
"I don't care. I can't stay here, in this town, and neither can you two. Will, he doesn't deserve to live like this, and he certainly doesn't deserve to die." She paused at the door, "Are you two coming?"
They nodded in unison and followed her out the front door. She knocked on the door and Tanya opened it a few moments later, "Izzy! I didn't know you were coming by tonight. Will's finishing his dinner." She peered out into the dimly lit area behind Isabel, "Hi Sam, um, who's that?"
"That's Dean, Sam's brother. Sorry for dropping in unannounced, I just thought it had been a while since I'd seen him." Isabel explained.
"He's in pretty good spirits tonight since Jesse came by this morning." Tanya said, leading them to the kitchen.
"I didn't know Jesse was here." Isabel said softly to the brothers.
Will's face lit up when they rounded the corner, "Izzy! Sam!"
"Hey, bud." Isabel said, the darkness leaving her eyes and a smile filling her face. "What's for dinner?"
"Mom made spaghetti!" The bald child said brightly.
"Yum!" Isabel said, glancing up at Tanya, "You up for a game of Monopoly before bed?"
Tanya nodded her consent, and Will laughed, "Only if Sam plays!"
"I'll play." Sam assured him, "But do you mind if my brother Dean plays too?"
"He can have my spot, Will." Tanya offered, smiling softly.
The boy acquiesced and the four of them set up the game. Unlike his brother, Dean had experience from Ben with board games, and he ended up almost winning before Isabel shot him a look and he slid two of his hundreds to her under the game board. As promised, when Will won, they all snuggled up on the sofa to watch the latest Batman movie. Will was snuggled between Isabel and his mother while Isabel leaned against Sam, who was trying not to crush Dean. Will wasn't asleep when Isabel's mojo started making the levels on the machine monitoring his vitals rise. By the time the movie ended, the hue of Will's skin was normal and Isabel took him to his room for bedtime, leaving an exhausted Tanya sleeping on the sofa.
Isabel came back and brushed a kiss to Tanya's forehead, "Bye, Tanya. You and that boy, you're going to have nice long, happy lives. I promise." She took both of the Winchesters by the hand and led them back to her house, letting Ion rush past them on the way inside. "Tomorrow, I want to meet this Cas, and then, I want you two to go back to Hunting. I'm coming with you."
"You could get hurt." Dean advised, hoping to dissuade her.
Isabel straightened her back, forcing herself not to glance over at the counter were Dean had fucked her not four hours before, "I'm coming with you, to help you hunt. I can do it, I know I can. She says I can."
"She?" Dean asked, wondering when Isabel had hopped on the crazy train.
Isabel drew her eyes to Sam, "That voice in my head, the only one that talks to me. All day I've been getting stuff from her. I know who she is now."
"Who?" Sam asked gently, rubbing his hands up and down her arms.
Isabel looked at the floor, "Me. That voice, it's me from the year I can't remember. It wasn't a voice at all, but memories I didn't remember. I remember some of it now. Obviously not what the two of you do, but I remember following you, and picking Jesse up...he's not a normal kid. He was with the two of you before he literally appeared outside the house in front of me. I don't remember why that didn't freak me out. I took him to my mother."
Sam flashed a panicked look to his brother, "Your adopted brother Jesse is the Cambion? The Antichrist?"
"I guess so." Isabel offered with a shrug, "Jesse's a sweet kid, but my mother never lets him out of her sight without Adam or Daniel being with him. It didn't ever make sense to me, but Tanya mentioning that he'd been by alone kicked off that set of memories. I should call..." She looked up at the clock on the wall, "It's too late for that tonight. Can we go there tomorrow? I need her to fix my head before I go crazy. I can hardly think straight right now. This whole day has been crazy. I need to see my mother."
Sam nodded, "Sure, Izzy. We can go." He could tell by the look on her face that they'd lost her. He'd seen her do the same thing several times before, usually when she was talking about her father. She'd go quiet and stare off into space, her body frozen in place, shallow breathing the only indication that she was even alive. "Isabel." He said once, tracing the side of her face with one hand. She didn't respond, so he lowered his lips to hers. She gasped at the touch and her wide blue eyes shot to his face.
"Sam." She whispered, her whole body starting to tremble.
He gave her a gentle smile and pulled her to his chest, "You're okay, Iz. I promise."
Dean stepped forward, putting his arms around her as well, pinning her between the two of them. He looked up at his brother, "Knew she was being too calm about all this." He kissed the top of her head, "Don't you worry, baby girl, we'll have a real good time setting things straight with that mom of yours. We'll figure all this out, together."
They went up the stairs, and for the first time, they just slept, Isabel tucked between the brothers and Ion taking up the spare room on the bed by Isabel and Dean's feet. Dean had tried to kick the dog off, but the thing was so huge he couldn't get the right leverage to push him off without kicking Isabel. The thing growled too, and Dean just decided he'd let it go. Isabel wouldn't be happy if he hurt her dog. She'd hit him when he'd tried to keep the dog off the bed, frowning at him, "Dean, cut that out. He was here before either of you, so share or you'll be the one on the floor in the hallway."
Sam had had the audacity to laugh before pulling Isabel flush against him, his arms tight under her breasts and his chin tucked against the back of her shoulder. Isabel had tangled her legs in with Dean's and linked the fingers of one of her hands with his, tucking it under her own chin and giving him a soft smile. He brushed some of her blond hair out of her face and kissing her gently, "Night baby girl."
"Night." She whispered, feeling completely safe and secure. Ion settled his head on her ankles and she stared into Dean's eyes until she fell asleep.
The bedroom door being kicked in woke them all up.
Not such a nice cliffhanger, eh? Your ideas are welcome! Review!
-Jenn
Taking Chances: Céline Dion
"Don't know much about your life
Don't know much about your world but
Don't wanna be alone tonight
On this planet they call Earth
You don't know about my past and
I don't have a future figured out
And maybe this is goin' too fast
And maybe it's not meant to last
But what do you say to takin' chances?
What do you say to jumpin' off the edge?
Never knowin' if there's solid ground below
Or a hand to hold or hell to pay
What do you say? What do you say?"