(Protection Spells and Impala Sex)
(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: The sorceress is there, and the Impala is there. The protection spell is coming up and lots of Impala sex will ensue. I love Impala Sex, like most other fangirls do. Now the boys are bait again and the succubus are the prey. Where's the hook, one may ask? Why, that'd be our favorite hot hunter, Dante Finch. He's got the fire we need.
Oh, yeah, now there's a mass grave that isn't just a grave, it's something so much scarier.
Warning: Explicit Wincest, explicit language, and schmoop warning.
Please read if you like this kind of thing.
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Magda arrived at noon and introduced herself. She saw their lips and smiled, they both blushed furiously under her knowing look. She put a hand to each of their mouths and said a small spell and her eyes glowed briefly. When she removed her hands, they felt no soreness on their lips anymore and went to look in Dante's bathroom mirror.
The bruises, marks, and swollenness were gone now. Their lips looked like nothing had happened to them at all. They were amazed and then turned to look at her in wonder.
Magda winked and grinned in a knowing way that only the older generation could manage and the younger generation was never able to achieve.
"You two aren't the only ones that have few kinks, you know." She grinned, "Biting isn't even the most uncommon one, I've seen." They blushed again but thanked her and admitted it had been awesome. "I could tell. You're not even sorry you did it. You didn't even go too far with it either, did you? You meant to do that to each other."
"Yes." Dean nodded and grinned, he would do it again.
"Oh, yeah." Sam agreed, he would do it again too.
"Been there, done that." She said smiling that knowing smiling again, "Still do it."
They looked surprised at that.
"What? You thought the younger generation had the market on biting fetishes. Bet someone was tied up too." Her eyes went to Sam and he grinned widely, proud of his kink and letting her know it.
They all laughed and shrugged.
"I like you, Magda." Dean said warming up to her already.
"It is a nice change." Sam said smiling at her and heading to the kitchen to join the others for lunch.
"Hungry?" Dean asked, taking her free hand and tugging her along anyway.
"Yes." Magda agreed and joined them for lunch. She had a good feeling about those young men.
She placed her book and spell ingredients on a far counter and sat down to join them. After lunch, she picked up the materials and her book. Sam helped carry the bag with the ingredients for her. They headed to the garage and the Impala. Once there, she went straight to the car and looked it over carefully, letting her hand wander along its metal skin, eyes closed to sense its vibrations. Then she took their hands in hers and felt them out smiling, eyes shut.
"Yes, I can work with this." She said letting them go, "You two have a power to you, a power so strong I could feel it humming on my skin when I just touched you. Your souls, they hold great power, when joined, like they are now. Your power is in the joining and nothing can destroy it. I sense others have tried…and failed." She looked up at the two young men and smiled as they exchanged a bitter sweet look. It was true, she knew it. This was good, it would make the protection spell work better.
"I will go set up the sacred circles and the spell. You may come if you wish." The boys grinned and followed, Dean and Sam wanted to see what it entailed. The seemingly frail old lady was spry and lively enough. She seemed to vibrate in place with barely contained power. Dean just left her alone, he didn't have a good track record with witches or sorceresses, and knew it. He normally had the overwhelming urge to antagonize them and got himself cursed for it. He felt no such urge with this lady, she scared him in the 'she could hurt without blinking' kind of way. He wisely chose to behave and let her work.
Magda heard his thoughts and smiled. She had heard of the Winchesters and knew of their reputation as Hunters, like her friend Dante. She also felt the power pouring off their car from the elevator as she stepped out to head toward it. The power felt like…Heaven and the boys' power mixed. It felt alive almost, not a car or an inanimate object. She now knew it wasn't a car, it was their vessel, much like the horsemen had during the apocalypse. She knew the boys would be shocked if she told them that she knew about all that. She had hid when it started, knowing demons would come after her, seeking to destroy all springs of white magic they could find so it wouldn't interfere with their master's plans. She had hid and they had missed her. These boys had saved the world, they had saved each other, and they had saved her.
She was grateful to the men watching her and knew she would never tell them. They were happy now and she would not remind them of those painful times.
She got the circle up and had Dean pull the car over it. She saw the way he stroked its hood lovingly as he opened it for her and the trunk. He put the car up on jacks for her and stood back. She pulled out her ceremonial knife, iron strangely enough.
"Magda?" Sam asked, looking at the knife and wondering.
"Samuel." The woman smiled as she continued to chant, holding the knife up making it glow with a light, not unlike Heaven's.
"Your knife? It's iron. Blesssed iron, if I'm not mistaken. I thought iron didn't work with magic." Sam was confused.
"Iron don't work with black magic. I use white magic. Iron lends power to white magic, enhances the effects of the spells and rituals it is used in." Magda shook her head in surprise, "As Hunters, I would have thought you'd have known that."
"Who…what make you think we're hunters? We don't hunt deer." Dean said nervously, not knowing how she had figured it out.
"No, you don't. You hunt evil. You protect innocents." Magda grinned up at them and approached, the knife still glowing. "Now hold out your arms."
They looked scared but obeyed. Magda scraped the knife into Dean's arm, barely breaking the skin, getting a little blood on the knife. She scraped Sam's, again barely breaking the skin, using the other side of the knife now. The blood was absorbed into the lighted blade and was gone soon after, making it glow even brighter. The cuts healed immediately and were gone like they had never happened. Both boys were now officially in awe of the woman.
She started on the trunk and carved small symbols into each corner of its hood and into the wheel wells, letting her soul commune with car's, yes, this car had a strong soul of its own, she realized. A soul created by their struggles and love for it and help from God. She carefully cut and chanted, carving them deep and watching them become brands on the metal, the spell power sinking in with each complete symbol. Dean tossed her the book and had it opened to the Enochian symbols he wanted her to add.
"Add these as well. They are important." He pointed out which ones to use and what order to put them in and where to place them on each symbol she was carving. He backed off once she got the instructions and began to do as he suggested. He went back to Sam and stared at the glowing knife, hating the way it cut into her and then branded each symbol into her skin with magic, leaving no ridges or marks to the touch.
She added the new symbols and she felt the power behind the new Enochian symbols flare out almost knocking her out as it passed through her. Damn! She thought to herself, That added a ton more power to the wards and the spell itself. "What are these? Damn, I really mean it, Damn! Can I have a copy of them?" She had to ask, those were some powerful symbols.
"Angel and Demon wards, Enochian sigils of protection against evil and angels alike. They keep Angelic beings and Demonic beings from finding the ones their branded on. It will keep the dicks from tracking the Impala and its occupants wherever they are. It also keeps them out, they can't cross them. We have a set just like them carved into our ribs by an Angel friend of ours. We just copied them and added some others to strengthen the wards on the car, figured it couldn't hurt to have little extra protection on hand, just in case they got ideas. Monsters and dick angels always get ideas and those ideas try to kill us…frequently." Dean explained and Sam agreed whole-heartedly with his sentiments.
"I warded Dante's place against the same thing and never used these symbols. Mine didn't have near as much power to them as these do either. I could really use these later." Magda praised them for adding the symbols, wanting to add them to her spell book, but in the back, separated from the other spells. It felt wrong to put them so close to them, it was like it was a blasphemy or sacrilege to even try to.
"This spell will tie you and your mate to the car's spell." Magda explained as she carved, feeling the power flow through her with each new Enochian symbol she carved, the power building up with each cut into the meta and humming through her bones but in a pleasant way.
"Oh, okay." Dean said at the word she said. Mate, his mate, and he smiled happily at Sam for a moment before hearing the blade scrape metal again and an acrid burning smell hitting his nose as the mark seared into the metal.
"I also know he is your brother but that is not important." Magda added, knowing he was worried about her knowing that part. They threw her a questioning look, they hadn't told her that part. "The car told me. Don't worry, I see this all the time with soul-mates. You thought you were the first siblings to look at each one day and fall in love with each other? Hardly." She scoffed and smiled to take the edge off her words. "Not a new concept for me. I've seen it dozens of time in situations like yours. There's nothing wrong with them or you two. It's meant to be." She looked at their gold rings. "You are the first to go as far as marrying the other one though. Never had that one happen before. Congratulations though, you will be very happy together, I get that feeling and my feelings are never wrong." Magda looked at the book and carved another Enochian and spell symbol, eyes all on her work now.
"Thank you, we feel the same way." Sam said taking Dean's hand and giving it a squeeze, using it to pull him closer.
Dean cringed as she cut into their baby but said nothing. Sam nudged him in sympathy knowing the woman wasn't hurting the car and knowing Dean would always be more overprotective of her than he would, but not by much. Dean's eyes stayed on the car, and looked pained. Sam groaned, knowing there was nothing he could do to make him feel better…or could he?
Sam reached over and placed his hands around Dean's face, making him face him. He leaned down and kissed him hard, tongue seeking entrance and gaining it, immediately entangled with Dean's, their lips and mouths reaching out for each other's over and over. Sam knew she was still carving into the car from the corner of his eye and kept up the kiss, pulling Dean closer into him. Sam saw she was almost done and let Dean go, leaving him breathless and needing more, but not panicking over what the woman was doing to his car anymore.
Dean looked at what Magda was doing and groaned, knowing what Sam had done and had to smile at his ingenuity. "You did that on purpose, Sammy." He smiled in spite of himself remembering every part of that kiss and wanting to continue it anyway. Sam had distracted him from worrying about what the woman was doing.
"Come over here, boys." She said standing up once more, closing the hood carefully, taking care to show the powerful vehicle the respect it deserved. When they approached the car, she had them put their hand, both of them, onto the top of the cab of the car, the black gloss feeling wonderful under their fingertips, humming with power, the sigils she had branded in glowed still. The car began to glow, like the knife had but much brighter and poured over the boys, driving itself into them, hitting the parts of their souls that were actually connected to it, connected through their souls to her. Magda realized in awe that the Impala was in fact a held a piece of both of their souls, and they held a piece of her's inside them as well. They were as connected to the car as they were to each other, at the soul level. She had never known such connection had ever existed before. She suspected they were aware of the connection but never gave it much thought, just loved the car the way they did. This love they gave maintained the connection and always would.
"Concentrate on the need to make it a sanctuary." Magda ordered, "And be still, don't move."
"Not it. Her. She's our Baby." Dean grumbled. The Impala was not an It, she was a lady.
Magda smiled, she had known that, she had been testing their devotion to the car.
"I'm your Baby, too, Dean." Sam said grinning, knowing he felt the same way about her, too.
"True, Sammy, you really are." Dean said smiling, knowing he loved them both but always Sammy more.
"I love her, too." Sam said smiling down at the old girl, so beautiful, black and full of power, full of speed and grace all wrapped into one. He turned to the sorceress, smiling softly, eyes slipping back to the Impala, hands still in place. "She's the only real home we ever had, she's special."
Magda nodded, seeing such love and possessiveness between the three of them touched her heart, making her mist up. There was love here and it was powerful and full of their own magic. She could use this. "Hold onto those thoughts, use them to sanctify her. They will keep her safe, you all safe. It is rare to see such love for a car, almost like its human rather than metal and rubber. This will strengthen the spell." She had to ask. "Who is Mary?" Both boys jumped at the name and turned in shock, unable to speak.
"Our mom, she died in a fire when he was a baby. How do you know her name?" Dean's eyes narrowed and the woman flinched. This was clearly a strong emotional subject for them.
"Why do you ask?" Sam said softly, soothing the harshness out of Dean's question and Dean's eyes still looked at her suspiciously.
"The car whispered her name and I felt her in there as I was merging the spell marks and wards into the car. She is in your car, her spirit gives it power, protects you through her. She entered the car which had at that time been just a car, as soon as she died and saw you huddled together on her hood. She merged with your car and made it alive." Both boys looked at the car in awe and wonder now, unshed tears shining in their eyes. Their mom was in their car and joined to them at a soul level. Tears coursed down their cheeks now as they realized they had never lost her in the fire, she had been there taking care of them, protecting them the whole time. They had never been without her all these years. They leaned into the car and kissed her softly. "Thank you, Mom. We love you, always will."
They didn't sob or cry though the silent tears still poured from their eyes. Dean had never been in love with his car. Sam had never been in love with the car. They had been loving their MOM the whole time and it felt so damn good to know she would always be with them this way, she would always be safe now, thanks to the protection spell.
The sorceress chanted the whole time they cried and thought these things. They felt themselves being ripped from themselves and merged with the car, feeling their mom finally, seeing her lovely face, her blonde hair, her eyes shining with love as she literally embraced them, they all became a ball of light that gave off power and stopped their watches and made the building shake with its impact.
"I love you, boys. I am always with you. I am so happy you are together and have the love you do." She kissed their rings and the rings glowed down, strange symbols etching themselves into the gold. "You are finally together the way you were always meant to be, mated and married together. I am so happy and proud of you two." She let go of them and they tried to get her back, crying out their loss once more. "Don't cry, I am always here for you, in here," Mary's glowing hand touched the car's surface and then each of their chests, "and forever in here. I am not going anywhere."
The boys were pulled back to the present as the glow pulled back into the car and diminished, the symbols carved into her full absorbing into the car finally, pulling a piece of their souls in with it. "It is finished. You will be able to adjust the spell to allow what you want inside, although I'm fairly sure those new wards of yours will make it harder to do if you are trying to let an angel or demon into the car for any reason. It will take both of you ordering to do so to fix that part. You can keep it the way it is without having to maintain it or having to refresh the sigils. It will be permanent now and tied to you two only."
"Mom." Dean said smiling and stroking her after Magda shook their hands and got a copy of the symbols Dean had promised her, leaving to do the building next door for Dante. "She's really in there." Awe and love was in his voice now.
"Yes." Sam said stroking the hood, leaning into Dean. "She was so beautiful, Dean, you look like her." He lowered his head and cried a little, "I wish I'd known her." Dean cried now too and held Sam, both not willing to remove themselves from their contact with the car.
"You did, Sammy, You always have." Sam looked up at him sad. "She's in the Impala. She's always been taking care of us, loving us the best she could. She made it our home." Dean kissed and wiped Sam's tears away. Sam did the same for him. They ended up kissing like before, when he had been distracting Dean from the cutting on the car. This time felt more urgent, more necessary, more full of need though.
"Sammy, "Dean panted with want and desire. He pulled the car door open and pulled Sam's pants off, Sam pulled at Dean's, never breaking the kiss. Neither caring if the cameras were running, knowing that Dante had turned them off so the ritual would be private for them. Dean opened Sam's shirt and pulled it off him, kissing the lean muscular chest and savoring the taste of his skin. Sam tugged at his brother's shirt, pulling it off in one tug, arching into Dean's lips on his body.
"Dean." Sam moaned pulling Dean up and pushing him into the car's backseat. Dean landed on his back, Sam straddling him. Sam turned around so that he was over Dean's hard groin and his hung over Dean's soft lips. He felt Dean's lips on him, hands on his hips and member, his scrotum and butt. He sucked Sam feverishly and firmly, stroking him as he did. Sam moaned and took Dean into his mouth, sucking him the same way, firmly and twisting his tongue at the top of him, each man arching into the other's mouth, craving each touch. Sam paused long enough to suck on a finger, causing Dean to give a disappointed sound at the stopping of Sam's mouth on him but moaned loudly when Sam slid his middle finger into Dean's ass and pumped it in and out, sucking him once again with his mouth, harder this time. Dean moaned around him, thrusting up into his mouth and into Sam's finger at the same time, his moans getting needier, more urgent, thrusts getting faster and harder onto him. Sam felt Dean stop his sucking now to and smiled, waiting for him to continue, knowing what he was doing and wanting it. Dean put three fingers together and sucked them until they were wet. Sam kept sucking and thrusting his finger into him, adding two more of his own to Dean, hitting his prostate and making him arch even more into his mouth and fingers. Dean stabbed the fingers into Sam, and pumped them into him fast and hard, Sam moaned like a whore and pushed himself onto dean's fingers while Dean sucked him once more, harder and harder, imitating Sam's actions. Both came violently, mouths throat deep with each other's members and fingers driven deep and buried inside each other, stroking each others pleasure spot over and over making them come another two times from that sucking and the prostate stroking alone, screaming the others name into their bodies and loving every moment.
Sam moved up to lay into Dean, squeezing them together in the small space but not complaining, it was the way they liked it. They lay there bonelessly and very sated for several minutes allowing their breathing to go back to normal. They played with each other's hair and bodies with finger touches and fingertip caresses, small kisses with their lips joining in between. Words escaped them for what they had just done and felt.
"Wow." Dean sighed, speaking first and Sam blushed smiling lovingly down at him, kissing him softly.
"Yeah, Wow." Sam said softly, his voice hoarse and full of the pleasure they had just felt. He kissed Dean back firmly before stopping to run a fingertip over those full luscious lips, so pink and plump from sucking him, from kissing him, loving those lips, and feeling joy that they were his alone. Dean's fingers went to Sam's lips tracing them softly as well, eyes full of the memory of the pleasure they had just brought him, loving them and so full of joy that they were his as well. The hands with their wedding bands entwined and were brought to their lips, each kissing the other's ring softly, love shining in their eyes.
"Mine." Dean said, eyes on Sam's once more.
"Mine." Sam said, eyes on Dean's.
"I love you, Baby." Dean said, happy to frozen together this way, not wanting to disturb the moment, not wanting it to end yet.
"I love you, too, Dean." Sam sighed happily, not wanting the moment to end either.
Eventually they did clean each other off between kisses, and got dressed, wiping anything off the seat they got there, erasing signs of what they had just done, worshipping the car with each stroke of the cloth. She was theirs and it felt good to own that feeling. She was their home and their protector. They would always take care of her, no matter how hurt she got, how often she broke, or even if some bastard smashed her to a mangled mess. They would heal her, fix her, and make her good as new, simply because they loved her that damn much. She was theirs, they were hers. It was the way it was supposed to be.
"Husband." Sam said pulling Dean into a kiss as they stood by the car, admiring her.
"Husband." Dean said kissing him back softly, teeth and mouth gently caressing Sam's bottom lip.
A tentative cough was heard and they stopped kissing but did not separate, they couldn't bring themselves to go that far yet. They turned their heads to see Dante approaching and grinned, knowing he had seen it all and Dean had the idea to ask him for the tape later, neither ashamed of what they had done.
"Sorry to interrupt the afterglow, boys." Dante said blushing, he had to look away when he had seen them starting their Impala sex session but made sure to record it, Dean was just kinky enough to want a copy of the tape before he erased the footage. As if there was enough mind bleach for him and Claire, she had left the room laughing when she had seen what they were doing, while commenting on how nice Sam's ass looked on camera as she went to paint on the wall some more. Dante had been doing research when the news came on and had immediately looked at the camera to see if they were done. They had been kissing against the car now so he ran down to get them, hating to interrupt their moment but needing them to see the news cast.
"Not interrupting." Sam said hold onto to Dean not letting him leave yet.
"There's something on the news you should see." Dante paled and looked unhappy, "I missed something." The boys looked at each other with worry and joined Dante in the elevator, running to catch up. It was always bad when Hunters missed things.
They stood in front of the television and looked horrified at the events on its screen.
"This is Trish Jones. I am at Paya's beautiful Takoya Nature Preserve and am witnessing the most horrific scene imaginable. Twelve bodies were found today by a hiker and her dog. Her dog reportedly picked up the scent and pulled the hiker to a field where several piles of dirt and leaves were spread over it. The woman investigated and found a hand under some of the leaves. She alerted authorities and they investigated, uncovering twelve bodies from the site. Here is an image of the site from our Copter Cam." The men saw the formation of the bodies and tensed in recognition. "Authorities are not commenting at the moment on what they think happened to these poor people but are willing to say that they will be looking into it and will inform you once they know more. They also have said they will be working this 24/7 until they catch the perpetrators of this most heinous act. This is Trish Jones for SSDD, Channel 1, signing off."
Dante turned off the television with a sharp click, fear and horror on his face. He sat down on the sofa and moaned in shame. "Twelve bodies, two fresh. No way the one I killed did that. Succubus don't feed that much. There has to be at least two more here somewhere, sharing a hunting ground, using that mass gravesite as their dumping ground." His hands pushed through his hair in frustration.
"Did you see the way they were laid out?" Sam said and both men nodded.
"Quelan Sacrificial Death Sigil." Dante said and sighed, "They are trying to do a spell. The question is who are they summoning?"
"Must be Wirdet or Sectin. They are the only Quelan gods that would require that symbol to work the spell." Sam explained grimly. Both were major players in the lore and both required two more sacrifices to work. "They need two more to finish the spell which may be good for us."
Dante looked on unconvinced that anything involving this could be good for 'us'.
Sam continued without stopping the thought. "One, they need to hunt tonight since it's the Autumn equinox, their most powerful period of time for magic to flow, and two, they will have to return to that site, steal back and rebury the bodies the police found to complete the sacrifices. The ritual with burn up the bodies and use their energy to bring the god forth."
Both of the other men finally had to agree, they had caught a break here. They were already formulating a plan on how to proceed in their minds. Sam felt Dean lean into his face and kiss him lightly, pride on his face for Sam. "So smart, my man is so smart." Sam blushed red at the praise and kissed him lightly back then released him to look over at Dante.
"Well, do we have a plan?" Dean asked knowing he had one.
"Actually, yes." Dante nodded eyeing them with interest knowing they were going to hate this part but knowing it would work. "We hunt them and I know where they'll be."
"The bar you went to." Sam figured it out before he said it.
"Yes, The Diabolique." Dante nodded, "It's their hunting ground, there's fresh prey every night, and no one notices it when they take their victims. It's the perfect spot to hunt in."
"So, we're bait I take it." Dean said not happy with it but knowing it would work out. It wasn't the first time he'd been bait, wouldn't be the last.
"Yep, both of you. You each get one succubus and take it down. I'll smell them out and point you in their direction once I find them. In the meantime, flirt, circulate, and fit in until I give the signal. Pretty standard Succubus hunt procedure." Dante had to grin at their discomfort of having to flirt or let someone else close the other in that way and felt bad for them. "You will need to hide your rings too. The matching set will give away your connection to each other and scare away the creature. They look for sex on legs and money in the wallet. Oh, and don't let them touch you, at all. These use touch to spread their venom, remember? Avoid touching anyone but each other and me at all costs." He cautioned and they looked down at their rings, loathe to take them off but knowing they would have to for this hunt.
He handed them a couple of long chains from his bedroom dresser and motioned to the rings. "You can wear them under your shirts on these while we're hunting. That should be fine. I wouldn't ask this but it is necessary for the con to work." The boys nodded and looked at the chains, taking them unhappily.
They spent the next hour getting showered, polished, dressed up, and sexily styled by both Dante and Claire and sometimes each other. Dante followed suit and at the end of it all, they all three were clothed in silk shirts, dress pants, and a jacket to hide their weapons. The chains hung below their medallions that Dante had given them, telling them to keep them afterward, he had plenty of them. He eyed their rings which they had yet to remove. Sam pulled out a bottle from his bag and held it out to Dean.
Dean's eyes went hazy with desire at the bottle. Drakken Noir. The scent that drove them insane with desire from just smelling it alone. Dean groaned, "Sammy, you aren't going to…" Sam sprayed some on and let it lighten up, grinning with the joy of teasing his mate this way, loving the look of lust that hit his face as the scent hit him. Dean growled, "Payback is a…" then sprayed some on himself, smirking knowingly as the scent hit Sam now, his face mirroring Dean's earlier one, "…bitch." Dean finished and grinned, knowing they were teasing each other in the worst way but clearly enjoying this game. They both enjoyed this game when they played it. Sure it drove them crazy with desire, need, and lust, but damn it was fun to make each other squirm, knowing they could do nothing to quench any of those feelings right then.
Dante reflected as he caught the scent as well and grinned. There was one thing that came from this scent teasing game of theirs. The succubus wouldn't be able to resist the scent any more than they could. He thought this was a good thing. The boys sadly removed their rings and put them on the chains. They refastened the clasps and pulled them over their hands and tucked them into their shirts, the rings resting against their bare skin, making them feel better by just feeling them there.
Claire promised to stay in the building, either in the bar or in the loft.
"If anyone tries to force you to go with them, do what you have to but don't let them take you. I don't care if you have to shoot them, stab them, stun them, or whatever. I will turn them to ash when I get back and get rid of evidence they were ever near you. I mean it. Be careful, keep to yourself and don't mingle too much. We'll celebrate later with a nice dinner together." Dante made her promise.
Claire's face clearly said he was being paranoid again and he knew it. "Please Claire, I'm trusting you here. I'm not being paranoid. I have a lot of enemies and these guys do too. If any of those people or things knew about you, they would use you against us or just kill or torture you to punish us.
The guys all realized they had way too many enemies.
"We can't let them find out you yet, Claire. So please be careful. If anyone pays too much attention to you tell Stan and get away from them. Keep the alarms up so no one gets in." Dante pleaded, he just wanted to keep her safe.
"I promise, Dante, I do. I'll probably paint, hang out downstairs sometimes." She looked worried about him now.
Dante handed her a knife and she took it. "Keep this handy. Just don't leave the building, Michael can't get in here so let's use that to our advantage, okay?" He said solemnly hating to leave her alone.
"Got it." She promises but looks at them in worry now. "Be careful, guys."
"We will." They all said and hugged her goodbye, Dean handing her an anti-possession charm to hook to her necklace and telling her to put it on, it would keep her from being possessed if a demon gets to her, if she had to leave the building or was taken.
They headed out to their cars and were literally 'Dressed to kill'.
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They got out and saw all the people, scanning the crowd for suspects and finding none that stood out.
"Keep eyes on each other and be careful." Dante said already knowing they would do that. It just made him feel better to say it.
"I hate being bait." Sam groaned but shrugged, pasting on his sexiest smile and letting a seductive smoky look enter his hazel eyes. Dante was taken back at how genuine the look was on his face, one would never had known he was faking it if he hadn't just seen the man groaning he had hated this part.
Dean now wore his 'I'm so sexy, come worship me' smile and his eyes were lidded and shining with lust. They both oozed sex, almost as much as Dante had. Such a shame they only had eyes for each other, it was a loss for all women and mankind actually. They must have been a sex force to be reckoned with when they were younger and before they discovered each other's desire for the other.
Oh, well. They waded into the crowd but kept a decent closesness between them that others wouldn't have noticed but a hunter would.
Sam took the left side of the room. Dean took the right. Dante sat by the door and kept his nose open for the scent of the succubuses.
"Hey, gorgeous. Buy me a drink?" A busty redhead leaned over the table, her breasts barely contained by her thin top and lacey bra. Sam snuck a discreet look at Dante who shook his head no. Sam sighed but smiled lazily, dimples flashing.
"Sure but I'm still waiting for someone so I have to decline." Sam said as he could feel her eyes undressing him,
More women followed suit and six men. He was running out of excuses. Many undressing him mentally like the were able to look at him like he was not only naked but also they were having rabid hot sex with him in their mind. He was going to need a rape shower after this.
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Dean let the blonde lean into his side but kept her at a distance. His eyes shot to Dante who shook no. Dean sighed inside but smiled on the outside. She looked like she had him stripped down, tied to the table, and was riding him like a bronco at a rodeo. He ought to know, he'd had one of his own before he fell for Sam, hell, sometimes he used it on Sam and vice versa. Seeing it like this on someone else was downright creepy. Especially aimed at him, unless it was from Sammy of course, then it led to places he so wanted to go. In the meantime, he managed to make her go away with the same excuses as Sam.
With several more propositions, phone numbers, mental undressings and unwelcome head sex with both Hunters as the featured stars, they were still no closer than they were before to getting a succubus to take their bait. They were beginning to think they had lost their sex appeal, they were sex on legs and not a single succubus to take them up on it.
Then they caught Dante very discreet eye flick to the blonde and brunette that just entered the bar. Both men sighed in relief and put on their most seductive looks. They made their way to where the women were and sat next to them, Sam with the blonde, Dean with the brunette. The girls smelled their cologne and immediately slid their eyes to the men next to them. Dante made a mental note to buy a bottle of the stuff for his next succubus hunt, the succubus really did like that crap.
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Well, Dante sees what he missed and he feels bad, it's not like it's his fault or something. Our boys dress to impress and have to wait long enough for their succubus' dates to show.
Here's to a successful hunt!
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