15
I woke up to the sound of whispers. "She's kinda cute when she's sleeping." Sam said softly.
"Are you kidding, she gorgeous. Literally like sleeping beauty." Dean replied.
"You know I can hear you, right?" I said sitting up.
"Sorry, did we wake you?" Sam asked.
I sat up, "It's fine." I stretched my arms over my head.
Dean sat on the sofa by my feet and took the book from my lap, "Ancient Greek Mythology… doing some light reading?"
"I apparently go these powers from Aphrodite." I said with a shrug. "That's what I was told. Thought maybe the book might have something about the dagger in it."
"Bobby, you owe me $50!" Dean yelled.
"Like hell I do! You said she was Aphrodite herself, not blessed by Aphrodite!" Bobby came wheeling in from the kitchen.
"Wait, what?" I said, putting my feet on the floor.
"Dean bet that you were Aphrodite herself, that's why you had the 'offering'." Bobby replied.
"Then who wins?" I asked rolling my eyes.
"I still say the guy… sorry, guys, marked by her." Dean flashed me his crooked smile.
I smiled and rolled my eyes, "Then go and make your Goddess some coffee." I said playfully.
"Oh, see! Making orders like a Goddess!" Dean smiled and went into the kitchen.
"I thought that Aphrodite was all about love and… desire. Not daggers and warriors." Sam said.
"That's why she needed a warrior." I replied. "She apparently admired an act I did centuries ago and resurrected me and blessed me. The catch being that inorder for me to stay alive-"
"You had to be with both guys?" Bobby asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Judge me all you want, Bobby, I didn't choose this." I said flatly.
"Not judging you, sweetheart. After what I saw last night on my front porch… Well, we all end up doing things we have to, whether we choose it or not. Sometimes you just gotta go with it and see what happens. I'm just wondering why your fate is linked with these idjits."
"Well, while you work on that, I need to find a dagger. And I think I'd like to figure out how Lucifer knew me."
"Can't you just power up and see your past yourself now?" Sam asked.
I chuckled as Dean returned and handed me a coffee. "Sam, I don't even know what abilities I do have. How am I supposed to just see my past?"
"Have ya tried meditating?" Bobby asked.
I raised a brow at Bobby, "Meditate? Seriously?"
"Yeah, it'll allow you to focus your power and maybe you can harness it that way." He replied.
I sipped on the coffee and set it down on the table. "You think that might work?"
"It's worth a try, at least." Sam added.
"Have you meditated before?" Bobby asked.
I nodded, "I do yoga regularly, so yeah."
"Then get to work centering those yogis or whatever it is you do." Bobby said turning to a pile of books on his desk.
I slipped my boots off and stood in the center of the living room with the most open space and started my stretches. The jeans I wore were pretty much spandex as most women's jeans consisted mostly of anyways, so they moved easily with me, without constraining movement.
After a few stances I flowed into more complex stances, centering my body with my mind with each breath.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked quietly.
"Centering my body and mind. Now shut up." I said without turning around to look at him.
"Yeah, just sit back and enjoy the show." Dean said playfully.
I shook my head and continued my harder stances. Then flowed into my hand stands.
"I'm pretty sure bodies are not meant to bend that way." Sam said after a few more stances.
"Shut up and let her concentrate!" Bobby snapped.
"Just so you know, Bobby's totally staring at your very hot ass while you do this." Dean added with a chuckle.
"Shut up, you! I am merely admiring an athletic in motion! Like to see you try that!" Bobby replied.
Sam chuckled, "Yeah, then we'd have to call 911 when he got stuck!"
I bent over and placed my forearms in position and slowly ascending my legs until they were straight up. "You all done making fun of me now?"
"Hun, we are not making fun of you." Dean said. "Trust me. Like Bobby said, merely admiring an athlete in motion!"
I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing as I held the pose. I could already feel my power centralizing inside me, it was exhilerating.
"How long can you hold that pose?" Sam asked.
"As long as I need to, why?"
"How are your biceps not larger than your head?" He added with a chuckle.
"Why is your mouth not shut?" I snapped, growing irritated.
"Damn, Dee, feisty much?" Dean asked.
"Sorry, just trying to focus and you all keep talking." I brought my legs down and let them slide out to each side until I was doing the splits.
"One more question: how can you do that in jeans?" Dean asked.
I huffed and turned around sitting cross legged. "Just get me a candle!"
"Um, okay, why and what kind?" Dean asked standing up.
"A regular candle, and just do it." I said.
He nodded and walked toward a bookshelf he grabbed a candle and handed it to me.
I scooted toward the table and set the candle at a comfortable eye level. Something told me to blow gently on the wick with my power, and at first it was confusing. But I did it. I held one hand around the wick, as though I were lighting it and leaned forward.
I took a deep breath and felt the energy flow freely. I blew gently toward the wick and it flickered into a flame.
"Alright then, centering done! Score one for Dee!" Dean said excitedly.
"How'd you do that?" Sam asked.
"'Follow my instincts', that's what Castiel had said I needed to do. That they would guide me, I just had to listen to them. Alright, I need total silence. So, if you can't offer that to me, leave now."
They all looked at eachother and nodded.
I slowed my breathing as I sat cross legged with my hands resting on my knees. I stared into the flame and focused only on the soft flickering and the pace of my breaths.
Eventually, the flame filled my whole vision growing brighter until I had to close my eyes.
When I opened them again I was watching myself standing before a guy. "You will be mine. I can promise you that."
"Wishful thinking." the vision me replied.
"Perhaps, or maybe you simply deny that which your body desires most."
"Lucifer, when will you understand that I cannot love you. You are not my fate!"
"Then I will make me your fate, one day. You will be mine."
"And one day, I will end you."
"Perhaps, but not before I have had you to myself. You will be mine."
The flame returned to my vision and grew brighter until I had to close my eyes again. When I opened them this time I saw another me, standing over a symbol on the floor drawn in my blood. I chanted a few words I didn't understand, but fully recognized.
The room filled with a bright light emanating from the pendant around the vision me's neck; my pendant. I watched as I slit one wrist, the dagger literally formed out of the blood, my other hand coaxing it into form. Once the dagger was solid and in my lap, a guy stepped out of the shadows. He cupped the cheek of the vision me and kissed her. Leading into a scene that left me feeling hot and bothered.
The flame filled my vision even brighter this time and I closed my eyes. When I opened them I was looking back at the candle, the wick no longer lit.
"Well," I said after taking a deep breath. "That was educational."
"Mind enlightening the rest of us, darlin'?" Bobby said.
"Okay, one, I know how to get my dagger. Two, I know how Lucifer knows me."
"Alright, let's start with Lucifer." Dean said.
"He fell in love with a past form of me. Whether it was love or just desire for what he couldn't have… that I don't know. But, that complicates things for us now."
"How so?" Bobby asked.
"Because I'm is vessel and I'm already bonded to you." Sam added.
"Exactly, however, I think that you being bonded to me, gives you added protection against him. Maybe I can figure out a way to increase that protection. But for now, I know how to get my dagger."
"Alright, what do we do?" Dean asked standing up as I did.
"It's what I have to do. But I'll need you both. It's messy and takes a lot out of me."
"Alright," Dean smirked. "So, what first?"
"I'm not ready yet. I need more energy for this." I knew that without anyone telling me. I would require a ton up built of energy flowing through my veins to produce a dagger out of my blood. Then healing again just to get to a baseline and heal my wounds. I also knew I needed to do it under a full moon.
"When's the next full moon?" I asked.
"Why is it always a full moon?" Sam asked.
"Because it's also called a Lover's Moon. Or at least it used to be, centuries ago." I said, seeming to gather knowledge out of thin air.
"Well, you're in luck. Two nights." Bobby added.
"Alright, then we do it then."
"Can you define messy?" Bobby asked.
"Blood, a lot of blood." I replied. "My blood only."
"And where you plannin' on doin' this bloody mess?" Bobby asked.
"Where doesn't matter, just the how and when." I said.
"Then take your bloody mess and do it somewhere not in my house please." Bobby said as he rolled into the kitchen.
"Only because you asked so nicely, Bobby." I said over my shoulder toward him.
Dean and Sam stood before me as I turned around, "So, where to?" Sam asked.
"Doesn't really matter."
"Well, I say we go out and celebrate." Dean said.
"Celebrate what?" Sam asked.
"Dee, coming into her power, duh! Come on. We can drive for a while and then find a bar and let loose a little." Dean said then he turned to Sam. "Oh and, uh, pardon the cliche, but give her whiskey and she gets a bit frisky!" he chuckled.
"Oh my God! I so did not just hear that!" I felt my cheeks redden as I blushed. I smacked Dean's arm. "That is so not allowed!"
"What?" Dean chuckled, Sam even added a few snickers.
"No swapping stories or… anything!" I said as I headed upstairs.
"Oh, come on, Dee! I'm only playing!" Dean said.
"And I'm only getting my bag so that we can get going." I yelled down at him. I quickly grabbed my bag and headed back downstairs, passing Dean on the way.
He pulled me toward him and kissed my cheek, "If you think I'm not going to at least have a little fun embarrassing you, then your very sorely mistaken." He smiled tenderly at me.
"That's not very nice." I said as he passed me and went to get his bag.
Sam was sitting in the chair as I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind him, "You gonna go and get your bag?" I asked softly.
He rubbed my arms with his hands, "Yeah."
I kissed his cheek and let him stand up and head upstairs.
Bobby wheeled out of the kitchen. "So, your gonna get the dagger and come back here after you have it, right?"
I nodded, "Yup, then we'll figure out where to go from there."
"Alright, the sooner you all are gone, the sooner I get some peace and quiet."
"Love ya too, Bobby!" I said as I exited out the front door.
The guys joined me a few moments later. We drove until our stomach's demanded lunch and we stopped for some food and then drove a few more hours and found a hotel.
The guys showered while I left to hit a shop I had seen as we were driving in. I had seen a perfect dress and I had every intention of wearing it.
Later I walked out of the shop with the dress and a new leather jacket, since my last one had been utterly wrecked by a hellhound's teeth.
I quickly headed back to the hotel were we had adjoining rooms as usual. I went into Dean's room and he was already dressed.
"What did you get?" He asked.
I held the garment bag against me, "You'll both just have to wait and see."
I showered quickly and then got ready. The dress I had bought was in a lavender shade, matching the amethyst pendant pretty well. It was a halter top dress with a plunging neckline, showing off the pendant. The skirt was short and hugged my curves. Once I was done with my hair, flowing freely around my shoulders, I admired my reflection. I looked stunning, and I wasn't afraid to think it about myself anymore.
I had bought a pair of black ankle boots that went well with the dress and jacket. I tousled my hair once more before stepping out of the bathroom.
Dean was sitting in a chair at the table and Sam was sitting on the end of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees.
Sam looked up first and stood up, speechless. The exact reaction I was aiming for.
Dean stood up, "Damn, Dee. You look…"
"Gorgeous!" Sam added.
"Yeah, what he said! Seriously, Dee, wow!"
"Well, are we ready?" I asked, grabbing my jacket and putting it on.
"Uh, yeah. Bar just down the street, we can walk to." Dean said, grabbing his jacket.
We headed out. I walked between them, one hand looped around each of their arm's. When we entered the bar, heads turned to look… at me. They were either envious eyes or just genuine smiles. We found a table and I took my jacket off.
Dean ordered rounds of whiskey and a pitcher of beer. I took my shot and Sam handed me his and I downed that one. Then I got up and danced with the crowd that was dancing. A local band was playing and they weren't actually that bad, but more importantly, it meant dancing for me.
I went back to the table when a slow song was starting. "Alright, which one is dancing with me?"
Dean nudged Sam, "Go on." He said.
Sam was reluctant, but I pulled him to his feet and he followed me out into the crowd. I wrapped one hand around the back of Sam's neck as he pulled me toward him. He wasn't too sure of his hand placement since most of my back was bare.
I pressed myself against him and slid my other hand from his and up his chest. His hand trailed down my arm and then wrapped around me, both his hands pressing against my bare back and filling me with a gentle flow of his energy.
We swayed slowly and with each moment he gained his confidence, his fingers began to tease around my back as his head lowered slightly. I caressed his cheek with my thumb as I tilted my head up slightly.
"So, is it still always on for you?" He asked me softly.
I knew what he was asking and smiled, "Yeah, pretty much."
He smiled, "Is it a good or bad thing?"
I brought my head closer to his, my lips just barely touching his. "You tell me." I said before meeting his lips and letting the flow course through my lips to his. His hands pressed me to him harder as his lips eager sought mine.
The song ended and I pulled away slightly.
"I'm gonna go with, good, very good." Sam said with a smile.
We headed back to the table where another round of shots was waiting. I downed my shot and Sam tried giving me his. "Not this time, it's all your's."
Sam downed it reluctantly and then we sipped on our beers. Eventually, Dean stood up. "I'm calling it a night. You two have fun." He headed out and I told Sam to wait as I followed Dean.
"Dean." I grabbed his arm and he turned toward me.
"You said yourself you need more power. You need both of us, hun. I get that. Strangely, I'm not jealous. It's like I actually understand this better." He smiled tenderly. "It's alright."
"Dean…"
"Dee, I love you. Nothing in this world or the next is ever going to change that. Now, go, christen Sam into this trio… Okay, that sounded weird." He chuckled and brought his lips to mine softly. "Now, go, show him a good time."
"I love you, Dean." I said before he let me go.
"I love you too, babe." He kissed my cheek before walking away.
I headed back to the table, feeling the nervous butterflies in my stomach.
"Everything alright?" Sam asked as I returned.
I nodded and smiled. He surprised me when he pulled me toward him before I could sit down. He pulled me onto one of his legs and set me down. I turned toward him and draped an arm around his shoulder.
His hand on my back was teasingly stroking, his other hand slid up the outside of my thigh. "Is this alright?" he asked softly. Not in a tone unsure, but more in a tone that was playful and teasing.
I slid my other hand up his chest as I leaned down to his lips, stopping just short and smiling.
He returned my smile as his eyes searched mine, seeming to pry into my soul. A warmth flooded through me and I let it flow through him. The energy circling between us and growing in strength each time.
My heart pounded in my chest and I felt his under my hand pulsing just as fast. When he slid his hand down my leg until his fingers touched bare skin, a moan almost escaped my lips, but he caught it with his own lips.
My whole body was ignited with desire. I pulled away slightly. "We should get out of here." I said.
He smiled, "You sure?"
I leaned back toward him and kissed his lips, then trailed kisses down his neck as my hand wrapped around the other side of his neck. "Uh… Ok, let's go." He said quickly.
I smiled and slid off his lap and grabbed my jacket. Dean had already paid for the drinks before leaving and Sam and I didn't order anything else. I slipped the jacket on as we got outside.
He wrapped an arm around me as we walked back. Looking up I saw that it was almost a full moon. For some reason I was excited to get the dagger. The ritual to retrieve it… not so much.
I shook the thought from my head on focused and Sam. I was finally going to be fully uniting the flows of energy within my veins and that filled me with anticipation.
We reached his hotel room door and reached into his back pocket to get the keycard. I circled around and stood infront of him. He leaned down and kissed me as he passed the keycard to his other hand and slid the card in and opening the door as he wrapped his free hand around my waist and lifted me slightly of the ground as he carried me through the door and closed it behind us.
My hands were wrapped his neck as our lips devoured each other. I pulled away and turned and walk away slowly. I slipped the jacket from my shoulder and tossed it on a chair. I was bending over slipping the boots off and tossing them aside, when Sam's hand slid slowly around my waist.
He had taken his jacket, boots and over shirt off already. He pulled me against, his other hand trailing down my arm and taking my hand and wrapping it up and around his neck. His lips kissed my wrist and trailed kisses down and over my shoulder. His hand following the curve of my body down the side.
I tilted my head so that he could reach my neck better and he continued the kisses up my neck. His hands running over my body was intoxicating. I spun in his arms and met his lips hungrily.
My hands found the bottom of his shirt and I pulled it over his head and let it fall to the floor. His hands found the zipper on the skirt and slowly unzipped it. I wrapped my hands around my neck and unhooked the halter top, then wrapped them around his neck as the dress fell to the floor, leaving me in just my underwear.
His hands wrapped around me tightly and lifted me into his arms as he carried me to the bed. He laid me on my back and my hands explored his bare chest excitedly.
I kept the flow through both of us continuously, finding it easier than it had been before breaking the chains.
I knew who I was with every touch of his hands, every kiss, every thrust of his hips. I knew that I was a woman in love and fated to be with two brothers, who needed me to keep them together as much I needed them to make me whole. I belonged to them, I would fight to the death for them. I wasn't Aphrodite's Warrior I was the Winchester's Warrior, blessed by Aphrodite herself.
Everything about being with Sam was so different than Dean. Not that either was better than the other, they were just completely different.
Afterward I laid on his chest, his fingers stroking through my hair blissfully.
"Is it like that everytime?" He asked me softly.
I giggled, "What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't know about you, but for me that was…" I leaned on my elbow and look at him. "Beyond amazing." He brushed my cheek and smiled.
"I have yet to get any complaints." I smirked as I leaned down and kissed him.
He pressed me gently closer to him to where I was almost laying on him, but not quite. I closed my eyes and fell asleep into a peaceful slumber.