(Sisters and Brothers)
(Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and its characters but I do own Dante Finch, so hands off ladies, lol. I do like to borrow the boys sometimes, they got style, flare, and oh, yeah, are drop-dead sexy.)
Plot: Dante has someone for them to meet. The boys have answer to his offer. Michael is after who again? Where did he come from?
This can't get any worse.
Wait, there is still a succubus to kill.
I was wrong.
Warning: Explicit Wincest, explicit language, and schmoop warning.
Please read if you like this kind of thing.
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Dante let them in and led them to the kitchen area. The smell of burgers and chicken hit their noses making them groan. They were starved, especially after that last bout of sex. Nothing like good sex to stimulate the appetite, the boys reflected and grinned at all the food laid out on the counter. A table was against the window that hadn't been there before; apparently Dante had planned for their arrival.
A young woman of about 25, with long white blonde hair and hazel eyes, so much like Sammy's , disconcertingly enough, sat at the counter looking at them curiously, with a touch of smugness mixed in. She reminded them of someone…someone very familiar…of their father. Which was impossible, really how was that possible? The boys were curious now, their attention only on her. She felt like they should know her. She felt like…a Winchester?
"This is my cousin, Claire Gray, John's daughter, your stepsister." Dante explained and saw the confusion clear up in their eyes and realization set in. Curiousity followed and then a happy look lit their faces, knowing it was true. This was why they had felt the way they had when they had seen her. She had felt like family. "Figured you should meet since you share a similar problem."
Now the boys were confused, what problem could they share with their new sister? Dante was serious and pissed so they figured he knew what he was talking about.
"And that problem is?" Dean prompted. The need to know was too strong not to ask.
"Michael. Apparently he wants her to say yes to him as bad as he wanted you to say yes, Dean." Dante said tersely, knowing what was coming and sharing the sentiment.
"What the hell!" Dean growled. Who let that dick out of his cage? Heaven so needed to beef up security on that cage. Fear gripped him now, had Lucifer escaped too? He gripped Sam's hand harder and looked at him. Lucifer didn't get him, he was Dean's! "Lucifer?" Dean asked softly, worried now.
"As far as I can tell, still in there. He would have shown himself by now, Dean, don't worry. If he goes after Sam, I will take care of it, I promise." Dante promised easing Dean's mind. He knew Lucifer had put Sam through Hell to get him to say yes and then Sam had did it just to jump into the cage so Lucifer and Michael would be locked in there. The two angels had tortured Sam for days before God had pulled him out, healing him, and depositing him on the doorstep of a very drunken, grieving Dean. They had been so damn happy to see Lucifer gone, Michael too, if they were honest about it. The apocalypse was averted, or so they had thought. Dante knew all this and was willing to turn Lucifer to ash, fine white ash, if he even tried to get near Sam or any of Dante's family ever again. Now Michael was back and both he and the others were pissed. The angels really had a thing for Winchesters, damned if they didn't.
Dante swore loudly but no one corrected him. Both boys swore right along with him, sharing every sentiment. Claire paled at their rage and hid it behind a faltering grin, not fooling anyone.
"So he wanted you first?" Claire asked, hiding her apprehension behind amusement. She wouldn't give into that fear or the apprehension, never!
"Yep, said no, lost Sam, got him back and now the dick angels are at it again. I'd bet my last sparkplug and engine block that Zachariah is behind this." Stab a guy with his own sword and he still comes back, damn it! Dean's hand itched to kill the smug angel again and again until his butt stayed dead and stayed away from his family. "Damn it, Sammy, who let that bastard out of the fucking cage?" Dean swore, getting more pissed. "What is it about Winchesters that screams "Angel condom, insert self here, and, oh, by the way, now kill each other!" Dean swore internally again.
"So…You're hiding out in Uber-Protection Palace here until he gives up on you?" Sam asked, eyebrows lifting, tone laconic.
"Yeah." Claire said sadly, her frustration written all over her face.
"Good luck with that plan. Michael's like a tapeworm, he just digs in deeper when you try to pull his ass out." Sam mused knowingly, getting pissed too. The boys looked at Dante and nodded to the other room, wanting to talk in private. Dante followed them to the living room and they talked quietly, not knowing how much Claire knew about what Dante really was.
"Good analogy you got there, Sammy. Fits the bastard so well." Dean snipped quietly, "So how do we stop him? We can't just let him get to her and we know he will."
"Don't I get a say in this?" Claire called out loudly, frustrated at being left out of the conversation now but knowing they were talking about her situation. They were hiding something, something big!
"No! Stay in there!" The men shouted at the same time. Shutting up and gulping, settling for sulking petulantly at them, looking at them rebelliously, but saying nothing.
"We could use Dante. Roast him like a marshmallow over a roaring campfire." Sam suggested, thinking it sounded like the best idea ever in the history of ideas.
"I'd pay money to see that." Dean chuckled, quirking an eyebrow at Dante. "How about it, Dante? Start with the burning already, eh, cuz?"
"Uh, no." Dante drawled quietly, "Although it does sound tempting…"
"Yep, like I said…" Dean pushed, liking the idea more and more. Pheonix's could kill anything, including Angels, if Bobby's lore was right. Yes, they were petty enough to have looked into it and had wished Dante had been around when the dicks were pushing the boys to say yes. It would have made their lives so much simpler.
"Wish I could." Dante growled, "He keeps messing with my family, I just might." His eyes slid to Claire and looked pissed again, his body temperature heating up with his rage at the thought. He closed his eyes and willed his rage away, making his body return to its normal 106 degrees.
"Still say it's a good idea…at least consider a small scorch or eve a second degree burn. Come on! We'll laugh, We'll smile, I might even cry…with glee!" Dean said taking sadistic glee in picturing Michael as a pile of ash, really fine ash.
"I can't. She doesn't know about my powers yet. She doesn't know about what I am." Dante said quietly, eyes shifting to her nervously.
"Really?" Dean was surprised.
"Yeah, she's from the 'normal' side of the family, not the 'Hunter' side. They disowned our side of the family years again, generations ago. We're the 'dirty secret' to them that they try to pretend to not know about. We haven't talked to each other in years." Dante groaned, "She's the only member of that family I keep in touch with, that I care a thing about. The rest can go to Hell."
"I know I should tell her but I'm afraid she'll freak out and leave." Dante sighed, eyes on Claire, sad now.
They looked over to see what she was doing and saw that she was watching the monitors intently. Sam went over to talk to her and let the other two have a moment alone. Claire looked over at him and approached. They began to talk about art and what she liked. She asked questions about them. Dante and Dean noticed that Sam had maneuvered her into a position where her back was to them talking but facing the window, looking at him. Sam slid a wink at Dean and he grinned, knowing Sam was distracting her from them and flirting with him at the same time. Sam was good at that.
"You have to tell her, Dante, she'll figure it out. You go out on hunts all the time, she will notice that. Plus your powers will show themselves to her eventually." Dean said seriously, "No one feels protected when you're lying to them."
"I'm not lying." Dante said again, "I just haven't told her yet."
"When are you going to tell her then?" Dean asked knowing the answer.
"Never?" Dante winced, even he knew this was not a good strategy in the long run.
"Yeah…that'll work. We tried that one already, Sam and I." Dean said sighing sadly, it hadn't ended well at all. It only hurt them.
"And?" Dante was afraid he knew that answer too.
"Epic fail, ever heard of FUBAR?", Dean asked knowingly. His eyebrows shot up as he said it.
"I'm familiar with the concept." Dante said.
"It went like that." Dean said going serious again. When he and Sam hid stuff from each other, it went pear shaped and sank every damn time. That approach never worked.
"So I have to tell her?" Dante eyed his cousin and knew what he had to do but still tried to talk himself out of it.
"You have to tell her." Dean agreed, seeing that Dante was trying to get out of it again and derailing that idea immediately.
"Shit!" Dante swore and flicked a nervous tongue out against a lip, trying to think of how to tell her that wouldn't send her running out of the loft and into the Archangel's waiting arms.
"That about sums it up." Dean drawled not liking it either but knowing it was better in the end.
"You know, Dean, you could always put things into perspective with our little talks." Dante said unhappily. He saw that Dean did have a way of putting things that not only made you see his point but also making you end up agreeing to it. He should have been a motivational speaker; he would have made a fortune!
"Dante." Dean started and nodded for Sam to come back. Sam caught the nod and came over. Dean took his hand and showed him the rings, grinning widely. Dante saw them and grinned.
"We know it's not legal and that it's not ever going to be recognized by the world as being okay but…" Dean blushed and Sam did too. Dante saw where this was going and smiled, happy for them.
"You married each other, in your own way." He nodded to the rings and they nodded happily back, clearly thrilled with the news. Dante had to disagree with the world on this one. If ever two people deserved to marry and be happy together it was these two men in front of him, brothers or not brothers. They had earned this happiness. "Congratulations, guys, I couldn't be happier for you! Really, I wish you the best."
"That's not all." Sam added, grinning widely now.
"What else?" Dante said curious. Marriage then what?
"We'll take the place, the loft you offered on the phone. We'd love to make this place our home. We've never really had one since our mom died and the house burned up. If the offer still stands." Sam said suddenly going quiet and looking at Dean, worrying his lip with his teeth. Dante could tell they were afraid he had changed his mind.
"It does and I am so happy you agreed to it." He hugged them tight and grinned. "I will get on decorating it right away for you! I have several interior decorators lined up for both of those apartments already. I will get you hooked up with them in a couple days to get started on it. In the meantime, you can take the panic room downstairs until it's ready. It's much bigger than the one at Bobby's, even has its own spacious bathroom and sitting room, like a real apartment."
"Thanks, Dante. Um, does she know about us yet? That we're together like this?" Dean asked, not wanting to hide their relationship but not wanting to drive their stepsister away either. He wouldn't give up Sam for anything, even that. Sam moved closer to Dean and eyed her nervously, knowing what his lover was thinking.
"No, but I don't think she'll freak or anything. She's pretty open-minded. She's a really cool person to know." Dante smiled softly at Claire, she was open-minded. She wouldn't run away once she knew the truth about him. He squared his shoulders and headed into the kitchen area to tell her, taking his own good advice. He hoped he was right.
Dean pulled Sam onto the couch to sit and kissed him gently, smiling lovingly into his eyes. "So we finally have a place of our own, besides our baby."
"Our baby?" Sam teased, knowing he meant the Impala and feeling just that way about her, too.
"Yeah, ours. Mine and yours. She always took care of us, we took care of her. She is ours." Dean smiled and kissed him lightly again, enjoying this new feeling between them. The 'home' feeling of the new loft, just for them. It was the greatest feeling.
"Ours." Sam said, kissing Dean's ring and smiling, both men peeking around the corner to check on Dante and Claire's conversation. It was pleasant enough so she was probably taking it well. Dean's hand stayed in Sam's as they went back to looking away, giving the pair more privacy.
"Dean, baby, I know we already covered the loft thing and the ring thing but there is one thing we should talk to him about." Sam suggested knowing they were right to do it.
"What's that?" Dean asked, Sam had an idea.
"We should take a look at the case he's working, help with research like he asked." Sam said, eyes scanning the counter for files and spotting them by the man's laptop at the end of the counter. "We should back him up. Succubus's are tricky monsters, he could get caught off guard."
"Nah, Sammy, he can sense and smell demons remember?" Dean saw Sam was worried about Dante and said, "Sure, baby, we'll talk to him about it. As soon as he tells her and we tell her about us. I don't want to worry her about the case."
"Good, he might need us." Sam nodded, kissing his brother/lover softly and smiling into his mouth.
They sat back and leaned into each other to wait for the others to finish their talk.
Eventually, Claire and Dante came into the room and smiled at the happy pair.
"I told her and she is okay with it." Dante said smiling still, relieved it had went well.
"I knew something was different about him at 4 years old but didn't know what. Now I do." She smiled up at her cousin proudly,"A Pheonix, wow, I am impressed." Dante blushed and grinned back. His cousin was amazing.
The boys looked at each and shared a thought then shrugged. They motioned to a couch in front of them and the other two sat down.
"We have something to tell you, Claire, and we don't want to scare you off." Dean started then paused, "We don't have much family left. There's Bobby, Dante, Adam, and you. That's it."
"Who's Adam?" Claire asked curious.
"Oh, he's our half-brother. Adam Milligan. He's under super Angel guard by some angel friends of ours, Castiel and Gabriel. They are hiding him from Michael, apparently. They could have told us why they had to hide him instead of being all secretive, now we know it was because they knew Michael was getting out."
"So he's my half-brother?" She asked excited at the idea of another sibling.
"Yes." Sam said sadly, "We can't even see him right now. It's not safe I guess." He missed Adam.
"We will soon as Dante fries him though." Dean's eyes gleamed sadistically again.
"He can do that?" Claire asked really impressed now. Dante could kill an Angel. No wonder the creep was staying away from her while he was around, he could cook him like a chicken on a barbeque.
"Yes, a Pheonix can turn anything to ash and embers, even Angels." Dante admitted. Michael wouldn't come near Claire as long as he was around; he wasn't that stupid or suicidal.
"Well, I'm with them. Ash him already then." Claire said enthusiastically, clearly rooting for the Angel's demise now.
"He won't come near me…ever. He knows what I can do." Dante sighed, wishing he would try.
"Well, we'll get him another way then." She smirked and jumped as Dante's watch alarm went off.
"That's not what we were trying to tell you." Sam sighed and Claire looked curious again.
"Oh?" Claire said waiting for them to tell her.
"We're brothers but we're also together. Together as in, in love with each other and in a commited relationship with each other. We kind of married each other, secretly of course." They showed her the rings and waited for her to look disgusted or sick over what they were to each other. They braced themselves for it… and it never came.
"Oh, that. I saw that when you walked into the room, grinning like fools and holding hands the way you were. Well, not the married part, but, hey, good for you, I'm glad you're happy." She looked concerned and offended now, "Why did you just assume I would be disgusted with it? You don't know me well enough to assume anything such thing about me."
"Sorry, it's just that most people are disgusted with incest and what we do. We just wanted to be a part of your life and some people don't take the news of their siblings sleeping together really well." Sam admitted, "We're sorry we assumed anything about you. Please let us try again."
"I will, as long as you don't do it again. As far as you two sleeping together, as long as I don't have to watch you have sex or get all naked, I am fine with it. Otherwise, please mind my sensitive eyes and good hearing abilities." She grinned and got up to hug them, congratulating them on the marriage thing and letting them know she wanted to get to know them.
Dante got up and stretched his tall frame, his muscles rippling impressively under his shirt but no one noticed too much, they were too focused on each other at the moment.
"Boys, about that favor?" He looked at Claire and sighed. She wasn't going to like this part.
"Oh, yeah. We almost forgot. What do you need?" Dean asked knowing Dante didn't ask for favors often so this was important to him.
"Can you spend some time with Claire up here or down in the bar? Just don't leave the building. Michael can't come in here so it is better if she don't leave right now." Dante asked and his eyes were on Claire. Claire sighed and smiled, rolling her eyes at her overprotective cousin.
"We can play poker or something." She smiled at her new brothers and they looked at her smiling back. They liked poker.
Dante chuckled and saw they were going to get along great.
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Well, Zachariah and Michael are busy boys apparently, poor Claire! They never give up.
They all are pissed and I can't blame them.
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