25
I woke up, still leaning against Sam, although Dean was gone. Sam was still sleeping and I got up and used the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I looked in the mirror and lifted the shirt and saw that the bruise looked even worse than it had the night before. It was a very dark purple and blue and you could easily see the outlines of a fist in the bruise. It even felt worse than it had the night before.
Sam knocked on the door, which wasn't closed all the way and swung open. He saw the bruise and wince slightly. "That looks worse. Are you sure we can't heal it?"
I nodded. "Arria came to me last night, said it would take a few days to heal and be very sore until it did. She didn't tell me it would feel worse though. She said I needed to let her papas take care of me." I said with a warm smile.
Sam smiled in return and stepped forward. "Sounds like a smart girl." he kissed my cheek. "Come on. Let's get you lying down. I'll hit the ice machine and get some clean towels from the office. Least we can do is ice it."
He put me on the bed, giving me the pillows that were on the couch and bringing the blanket over and laying it over my legs. Before leaving he kissed my forehead and handed me the TV remote.
Even the fabric on the shirt was irritating the bruise and I ended up leaving it buttoned on one button between my breasts and moved the side of the shirt off the bruise. I turned on the TV and found a channel playing the original Footloose movie and watched it.
Dean returned before Sam, with coffee. He saw the bruise and furrowed his brow, "Wow, that looks really bad."
"Yeah, I know. It doesn't feel too good either. Can't even have the shirt touching it."
I tried to sit up so that I could drink the coffee, that I really wanted, but it hurt.
"Here," Dean helped me sit up and then sat behind me so I could lean back against him without having to move too much. "Better?" He asked after handing me the coffee.
"Yes, thank you." I said as I grabbed his right hand and wrapped it around my non injured side.
"Where'd Sam go?" He asked.
"To get me ice and some clean towels." I sipped my coffee.
"Is this… Footloose?" Dean asked.
"Yes, and I love this movie. So, no making fun of me. It has good music."
"I would've thought you would say something about Kevin Bacon being hot." Dean chuckled.
"Oh, God, no! He's not even cute, then or now. And he certainly hasn't aged well."
Sam returned. He bundled ice in a clean plastic waste basket liner that he had asked for at the front desk and then wrapped a towel around it and handed it to me.
I rested my arm in a way that the ice pack was kept there without me needing to holding. Even the slight pressure of it was painful, but as the ice slowly seeped into my body, it began to numb the pain slightly.
I pulled the blanket over me as the ice pack began to make me cold. Having Dean behind me helped to warm me up as well as the hot coffee.
"Footloose, really?" Sam asked in almost a mocking tone.
"I am armed with hot coffee and an ice pack, which would you prefer?" I raised an eyebrow at him playfully.
"Not judging." Sam said putting his hands up in defeat and smiling.
"There's nothing better you'd rather watch?" Dean asked.
"Unless you find a channel playing The LIttle Mermaid, I'm watching this." I smiled with a light chuckle.
"Little Mermaid?" Sam asked. "That you're feel good movie?"
"For your information, yes. It will always be my favorite movie."
Sam grabbed his coffee from the table and sat on the bed with us as we watched the movie.
When Dean decided to go and get some food for us he made Sam take his place so the I wouldn't have to move too much.
Sam took off his boots and his over shirt before slipping in gently behind me, putting one leg on the other side of me. He situated the pillows quickly and then grabbed my hips and gently pulled me further back and against him, causing no pain as he did so.
My movie had ended and I couldn't find anything else to watch so I picked a channel that played reruns of Law & Order: SVU.
Sam didn't complain and we watched together.
I had given Dean a card of his own for my money so that he could freely purchase whatever it was that we needed. He was reluctant at first, but once I explained that I was usually the one wasting half my food, I should be paying for it myself. He finally agreed to keep it. And with his and Sam's cash not exactly have any revenue, we needed the money for hotels and food. I didn't mind. I had the disposable income literally, and with Ted still working his investing magic, that was growing even more.
The ice pack stopped being cold and was a squishy mass indicating that the ice had melted so I set the ice pack on the bed beside us.
"You want me to get you some fresh ice?" Sam offered.
"No, not right now. Think my side is frozen enough."
Dean returned with food and I ate.
It went on like that for a few days. The coddled me and cuddled me. The three of us usually sleeping in the same bed, with me in the middle. They guys were reluctant to let me out of their sight and one of them stayed with me at all times if not both of them.
Three days after returning with Castiel, he finally awoke. I was getting dressed, finally able to do everything, with very little pain. I had finished showering and Dean was currently in the shower.
"You're awake!" I said happily. "How are you feeling?"
"Better, and you?" He asked standing up and looking at my now slightly bruised side.
I hadn't yet pulled a shirt over my head, but I had a bra and my jeans were already on. Not that I cared. Castiel was an angel and as such didn't have desire's of the flesh. At least not in anyway that made me feel it was necessary to cover myself.
"I'm doing better. Still a little sore, but better." I said as I slipped the shirt on. "Dean's in the shower and Sam's getting coffee." I added as he looked around.
"Thank you." He said.
"Uh, for what? You're the one that saved my life by bringing me back here. I owe you the gratitude." I replied with a chuckled.
"If it weren't for your power, we wouldn't have gotten back here. Or very possibly even gotten there in the first place. And without you, they would've been unprotected." Castiel said flatly.
I told him what I knew about Michael the angel that had stopped Anna and Uriel and what he had said about me.
"He's right. You were never seen to be here with them. You're a very unexpected challenge for both sides. Especially, since you don't work for either side. Your only prerogative is protecting Sam and Dean. That doesn't exactly work for either side."
Dean came out of the shower and jumped slightly, "Well, good to see you up. How you feelin'?"
"Better, thank you. I should leave and look into what's been happening while I've been… incapacitated." Castiel said.
"Uh, yeah, sure… just keep in touch." Dean said.
"I will." Castiel turned back to me. "Watch over them for me."
"Always do, always will." I smiled at him as he disappeared.
Dean walked over to me, "Let's see it." he said softly as he lifted my shirt up to see how the bruise was doing. "It looks better. How's it feel?"
"Still a little sore, only when I'm bending over though." I said as he let shirt fall back down.
"Good, because we should probably hit the road." He pulled a shirt over his head.
"Fine by me. I'm kinda getting tired of only seeing the inside of this hotel room." I stepped forward and put my hands on his chest. "Not that I didn't enjoy you two coddling me."
His hand grabbed my hips and pulled me gently toward him. "Yeah, do you know how hard it was to behave myself around you? Especially, when you kept barely wearing a shirt most of the time."
I smirked as I ran my hands up to wrap around his neck. "Well, I'm feeling better now…" I stepped away from him and pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it at him.
He grabbed his phone from the dresser. "Uh, yeah, Sam, why don't you take your time coming back. Oh, and Castiel's up and gone already. But, uh, yeah, totally take your time…" He smirked at me as I slipped my jeans off and then crawled over the bed, giving him a nice view of my butt. "Thanks, man. Owe you one." he hung up and tossed the phone on the other bed and quickly pulled his shirt off.
I got to my knees and pulled my hair over one shoulder and unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. I felt him climb on the bed and then his hands were gently wrapping around my waist as his lips brushed over my bare shoulder and trailed kisses up my neck. His hands trailed gently over my body, touching every part of me.
I pulled away to lay down on my back and he kneeled between my legs. He was gentle, being sure not to hurt my bruise. I hadn't realized how much I had missed this touch from them. And in reality it had been less than a week, but felt like a lifetime.
Afterward we got dressed again and Dean called Sam and told him to check us out so that we could hit the road. We packed up and I found the picture that Dean usually kept in his pocket of us before we had faced Lucifer sitting on the table near my laptop. It had been slightly crumpled and smoothed out. I folded it in half and walked over to Dean as he slipped his jacket on and put it back in his pocket against his heart.
He pulled me against him and kissed me deeply. And without asking I knew that while he thought I was lost to him in the past and dying, he had held onto that picture and had… maybe… even cried over it. The thought made my heart ache.
Sam returned as I was sliding my laptop into my messenger bag, my boots on and ready to go. He handed me a coffee and kissed my cheek. "Where are we going?"
"We'll head west." Dean said. "Find a hotel later tonight. See what we can dig up online and what not."
I sipped my coffee as the guys grabbed the rest of the stuff and took it out to the car. I grabbed one of my sweaters from the lot of clothes I had purchased before we time hopped and slipped it over my head.
Dean got behind the wheel and Sam held the passenger door open for me and slid in and he followed me. Once the door closed Dean reversed the car and we got on the road.
We stopped for lunch in a diner that was clearly preparing for Valentine's Day. Paper hearts were everywhere with pink, red, and white decorations everywhere.
We sat in a booth, Sam beside me and Dean across from us. I flicked a paper heart toward Dean and chuckled.
"Not a fan?" He asked.
I shrugged, "Not really."
"I thought all girls loved Valentine's Day." Sam said.
"No, most girls like it because they expect big fancy gifts, like diamonds and gold." I replied as I sipped the coffee I had.
"What, you never got the fancy gifts?" Dean asked.
"I never said that. I just think it's ridiculous to buy something so extravagant for such a lame excuse as a holiday."
"So, I take it no exchange of gifts then?" Dean asked with a soft smile.
"No, we don't have to do that stuff." I said even though I was already thinking of what to get each of the guys, already having an idea of what I wanted to get them.
Our food came and we ate. Dean took a call when we were done and Sam went to the bathroom. I told them I would be waiting in the car for them. I took out my phone and played some music with headphones in. A song came on that I enjoyed singing to and not really caring, I started singing out loud, knowing it was a song I could actually sing, so I at least knew I wasn't embarrassing myself. I just made sure not to sing too loudly.
When the song was over Dean leaned in through the driver's side window and Sam on the passenger's side. I pulled the headphones out and felt a blush rise to my cheeks.
"Can't sing my ass!" Dean said with a chuckle. "Damn! Get you in the recording studio, with your looks and that voice… you'll be an overnight sensation, babe."
"Uh, no. You're biased." I said stopping the music and putting my phone the in the glove box.
A girl walked up and tapped Dean on the shoulder and he moved out of the way. "From someone not biased, you have a beautiful voice." She said with a soft smile and walked away.
Dean and Sam both chuckled as they got in. I blushed deeper and slouched in the seat slightly.
"There you have it, love. You can sing." Dean put the keys in the ignition. "Guess Kelsey was right. Maybe we should hit a karaoke bar." He chuckled.
"Uh, no. Not gonna happen. How much did you two hear anyway?" I asked.
"All of it." Sam said with a smile. "We were headed out when you started and we kind of just stopped to listen."
"What he means is it literally stopped us in our tracks. And we weren't the only ones, babe. A few people stopped and listened for a bit as they were walking by." Dean added.
"Wait, didn't you say that your own mom said you couldn't sing? Isn't that why she took you out of choir?" Sam asked and I nodded. "Well, she was wrong. Very wrong, Dee. You can definitely sing."
"Yeah, no offense, babe, but your mom seems like an ass." Dean added.
"Well, from a psychologist's point of view I guess she would be the cause of most of my self-esteem issues when I was younger. But she's still my mom." I replied softly. "Anyway," I added changing the subject. "Who called?"
"Bobby, he got wind of a case. We can be there tomorrow if we drive all night." Dean replied.
"Sounds good." Sam said.
"So, what is it?"
"Not sure. Apparently, two people literally ate each other to death."
"Seriously? That's disgusting!" I said with a shake of my head. "Definitely sounds like our type of case, though. Still gross. You can totally check those bodies out yourself. I've got a bad enough image in my head."
Dean chuckled. "That's fine. I'll hit the coroner's you and Sam and can check the house out where it happened."
"Fine by me." I added.
After about an hour I climbed over the seat and sat in the back and searched for what I would get the guys, with my phone's wifi. Luckily, I found that there was a great weapons shop in the town we were headed to. They had a great selection of weapons. I had my eye on a couple of really nice silver revolvers for the guys. They were pretty expensive and I wanted to get them personally engraved as well. I would have to pay extra for the rush on the job, but I didn't have a problem with that. But before I made the purchase I would go there and check them out in person and see if the owner had anything better.
I sent a quick email to the guy asking if he had anything better that wasn't on his website and within twenty minutes he had replied with an astounding assortment of pictures of beautiful revolvers. I told him I would be in his shop the next day looking to purchase two revolvers as gifts. I sent him copies of my permits to speed the process and told him I would want them engraved and cost wasn't an issue.
I exited out and closed my laptop. It was starting to get dark and I closed my eyes. It wasn't long before we stopped to grab dinner, eating it in the car.
After eating I fell asleep. I slept for a few hours and then relieved Dean at the wheel and he took the backseat. Sam was sleeping against the window. I enjoyed driving when it was quiet. Driving on the open road was still something I enjoyed, and while sitting in Aphrodite's driver's seat was more comfortable, the impala was just as fun to drive.
I got us to the town just after 1pm. I pulled up to a hotel and Sam and Dean got out with me. I got us a double room, as all the single rooms were taken because it was Valentine's Day. We unloaded while Dean changed into one of his FBI suits. Then Sam changed as well.
"Unfortunately, you're gonna have to sit this out for right now. We don't have a suit or fake ID for you." Dean said. "The house is kind of still under lockdown."
I smiled, "That's fine. You mind if I just go and do girly stuff then?"
Sam and Dean exchanged glances.
"What? Seriously? I get that you two are being overprotective, but I'm fine, really. I'll keep my phone on me at all times. You two can't just keep me locked up in a hotel room all the time."
"That does sound really tempting though." Dean said with a chuckle. "Fine, but you answer your phone when we call. Or we'll tear this town apart looking for you, got it?"
"Got it." I smiled and kissed him before he left.
Sam turned to me. "You call us if you get into any trouble?"
I nodded. "I take my revolver with me, just in case."
Sam looked at me for a moment then nodded. He leaned down and kissed my cheek before following Dean out.
I slipped my revolver in the back of my jeans and headed out. I stopped in at a leather shop that was near the gun shop and found a great black leather jacket for me. I made the purchase and wore it.
When I got to the gun shop I went right up to the counter.
"Good afternoon, sweetheart, what can I do for ya?" The owner, who I knew was named George from the emails, smiled at me.
"I'm Dee. I was emailing you yesterday." I said.
"Oh, wow. No offense, but I wasn't expecting someone like you. You really seem to know your guns, darlin'."
I slipped my revolver out of my jeans and laid it on the counter. "I want something similar to this. Maybe not quite as much kick. Something a bit easier to fire with one hand."
He picked up the revolver and whistled. "This is a beautiful gun."
"Yeah, this one is mine and I'm looking for two that are similar as gifts for two very special people to me."
"Wait, this is your's? You can fire this?" He asked intrigued.
"Um, yeah. I wouldn't have a gun I couldn't fire." I said with a furrowed brow.
He chuckled, "Well, alright then. Let me go and get a few to show you. You gonna wanna fire them first?" He asked raising an eyebrow at me.
"Of course." I replied.
"Good answer." He walked into the back and returned with a stack of boxes and then went back to get another stack. He went to the front door and locked it and turned the sign around. "Go ahead, start looking."
I went through the boxes, all velvet lined with one revolver sitting inside. I took out each gun and felt it in my hand and spun it, feeling the weight. I went through half the boxes when George stopped me.
"When you said cost wasn't an option, how much are willing to pay?"
I was holding one revolver and flipping the barrel closed, not liking the feel of the gun. "For the right guns… whatever it costs." I said setting it back in the box and looking at him. "Why do I get the feeling that you have something better than these?"
George smiled, "I'll be right back."
I quickly looked at the other guns and didn't like them. George returned with a stack of seven boxes and set them down. "These are the best I have. Not in only detail, design, but just in their quality as well."
I opened the first few not really enjoying the feel of a wooden handled gun until I came across two, almost identical revolvers with intricate designs down the barrels and enough room for the engraving I wanted on the handles.
"Can I fire these?" I asked sliding the boxes toward him.
"You got good taste, girl." He motioned with his head for me to follow him around back to the small firing range. He grabbed the boxes and bullets. I slid my revolver back into my jeans.
He set the boxes down at a station and the box of bullets. He handed me a pair of safety glasses, but I refused the earmuffs. I picked up one gun, loaded it and flipped the barrel closed and aimed. I fired the six shots, hitting the target perfectly, and loving the way the gun felt in my hand. It was smooth firing and had very little kick. Perfect for Sam.
I empty the shells and set the gun back in it's box and grabbed the other one, slightly larger, but still took the same bullets. I loaded it and took aim, hitting the target again every time. It had a bit more kick than the other one and had a more antique, yet well taken care of, look to it. Perfect for Dean.
"I'll take these two." I said finally.
"Well, alright then. You also said something about engraving them?" George said taking the boxes and having me follow him back to the counter.
"Yes, on the handles." I showed him my pendant. "A copy of this with the words: With Love, Dee. In script." I pointed on the handles where I wanted them.
"Alright, you want it done today?" He asked.
"Preferably. Can you do that?"
"Yeah, we use a laser engraver, it doesn't take too long. I'll have to charge you for a rush order though."
"Not a problem. Do you also have three gun holsters?"
He showed me where the gun holsters where and I picked out three of them, one for each of us. He took a picture of the pendant and rang me up. The total cost was well over a thousand, but it was worth it. I gave him my number and he told me he would call once they were done. He also promised me that they would be shining beautifully when I returned to get them.
I left and once I was outside my phone rang. "Hello?"
"Hey, babe, where are you?"
"I just finished getting myself a new jacket. Figured I might go and get a trim, my hairs getting long." I said, figuring I might as well, anyway.
"I kinda like the long hair." Dean said.
"I'm keeping the length, just getting a trim."
"Alright, how you feeling?"
"I'm fine. How'd it go at the coroner's office?"
"Gross, is about all you really wanna hear. Did you wanna go out tonight?" He asked.
"On Valentine's Day? No, thank you. Too busy or too depressing. Let's stay in tonight."
"Alright, when you think you're gonna be done?"
"A couple of hours at least. I'll meet you and Sam back at the hotel, alright?"
"Sounds good. See you there. Love you."
"Love you too." I said before hanging up.
I headed to a nearby salon and got a trim only, the hairdresser was in awe over how healthy and soft my hair was. I literally had every hairdresser in there admiring my hair.
When I was done getting it blow dried and paying, Sam called.
"Where are you?"
"Just got a haircut." I said.
"Seriously? I thought you liked your long hair."
"Just a trim, Sam."
"Oh, alright. Anyway, so the house was a bust. No sulfur, no EMF."
"So, we literally have nothing to go on other than what Dean has?"
"Unfortunately."
I was in an open area where I was alone and I doubled checked to make sure no one could hear me before speaking. "Well, speaking from experience, that usually means spell, or curse, or something along those lines."
"Maybe. When are you gonna be done?"
"Soon, I already told Dean I would meet you two back at the hotel."
"Okay. I'll see you there." He said. "Dee… I love you, you know that right?"
"Yes, I do. And I love you too."
We hung up and I strolled through shops near the gun shop, not really finding anything to buy. Around 7pm I got the call from George and I headed over.
He opened the boxes and showed me the guns, they were shining gorgeously and the engraving was perfect. He had even gotten me two gift bags for each revolver and holster. I explained that the third one was for me and I took my jacket off and put it on. It felt good and gave me a place to hold my gun. I slipped my gun in the holster and enjoyed the feel of it. Once I had my jacket on, I was already happy about the purchase of both the holster and the jacket.
"Well, whoever's getting these guns is certainly special indeed. Not only for the guns, but for the giver as well, you're something special, darlin'. Not many pretty young women can handle a gun as well as you can. Heck, not very many guys can handle a gun that well."
"Thank you, George, for everything." I said with a smile.
"Not at all, it was my pleasure. Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart." He said as I was on my way out.
I was thankful that he hadn't purchased fancy gift bags, they were just black with a little white tissue paper. I headed back to the hotel.
Sam was back by the time I got back.
"Dammit, Dee! I thought you said we weren't doing gifts!" Dean said when I walked in.
I chuckled, "These aren't for Valentine's Day. I've been wanting to get these for you, but haven't exactly been in a good place to get them. If I didn't happen to find what I was looking for you wouldn't be getting them." I handed them each their bag and they sat on the end of a bed by each other.
They set the holsters aside and Dean glanced up at me with anticipation in his eyes. He took out the box and opened it at the sametime as Sam opened his.
"Wow, Dee, this is beautiful!" Sam said. "This is too much, really." He glanced up at me.
"No, it's not. Trust me, I've been thinking about it for a while, but couldn't find what I was looking for." I replied with a smile.
Dean picked up his and admired the detail work, "Dee… this… it's… gorgeous!" He had a wide smile as he turned the gun and saw the engraving. "I love it!" He set the gun back in the box and wrapped his arms around me. "I love you, babe. Best Valentine's gift ever!" He kissed my cheek and went back to his gun.
"Again, not a Valentine's day gift." I said.
Sam stood up and wrapped a hand around my cheek and kissed me tenderly. "Thank you. I love it." He kissed me again. "I love you."
"I love you too. Both of you. I figured I couldn't be the only one with a nice gun." I said opening my jacket, showing off my holster and revolver after slid onto the dresser and sat down.
Dean had put the holster on and was spinning the gun in his hand. "Man, can't wait to fire this thing! How does she fire?" He asked.
"Beautifully! Of course! You think I don't know how to pick a good gun?"
He smirked at me, "I know you know your guns, babe. This is amazing. Thank you, hun."
"You're welcome. Both of you."
"I really hate to ask, but how much did these cost you?" Sam asked.
"Not as much as I thought they would actually. And that's all I'm telling you." I said smiling.
"Ya know who would appreciate something like this? Bobby! He would love one." Dean said.
"Already planned on getting him one. But I'm a bit picky and wanted to get you two your's first." I had already been planning on getting one for Bobby, but I intended to get him something a bit more antique, still able to fire, but something he would really appreciate.
"Picky? You do realize that most gun shops don't just have these type of guns on display, right?" Sam added.
"Oh, I know. You have to ask, and be sure to show your actual knowledge of guns before they ever bring out the better gear. Bringing my own revolver helped too. Now, I know these aren't as fancy as mine, but I wanted something a bit less flashy, but still stunning."
Dean smiled, "Definitely stunning, love!"
I felt something a hopped off the dresser. My smile vanishing.
"Dee? What's wrong?" Sam asked and Dean turned to look at me.
"Have you talked to Castiel lately?" I asked Dean.
"He's not here, if that's what you're asking." Dean said.
"No… but…"
"But what Dee?"
The feeling disappeared and I shrugged. "Nevermind."
"Uh, no, tell us." Dean said.
"I thought… I felt an angel's presence. Not strong, but still. It's gone now." I shook my head and shrugged my jacket off and holster, setting them on the dresser.
"Well, if it's gone… you're sure it's gone?" Sam asked.
I nodded, "Positive."
"Just let us know if you feel it again." Dean added.
I nodded as I slipped my boots off. "I'm gonna take a shower."
"I'm gonna go and get us some booze." Dean said slipping his jacket over his holster. He kissed my cheek quickly and headed toward the door. "I'll… uh, take my time." He winked at Sam before leaving.
Sam but his gun in the holster and set it on the night stand gently. "You really didn't have to get us the guns, Dee."
"I know." I said as I went through my bag grabbing some sexy lingerie I had purchased before.
It wasn't over the top, but it was pretty sexy. I picked something out for each of them, just for fun and to see what type of reaction I would get. I picked a red and black one out for Sam, something that was lacy and tied twice in the front with ribbon, holding it on. Even the matching underwear had ribbons on the hips that untied.
For Dean I had picked something a bit more risky, knowing it would drive him crazy.
I bundled the lingerie up in the silk robe I had gotten to go over it. Thankfully, neither of the guys ever went through my bag. Plus I had put them in a makeup bag, to keep them hidden.
I headed into the shower and locked the door. I quickly showered and blow dryed my hair and brushed it, it waved slightly at the freshly cut ends and looked really good.
I looked in mirror and for the first time ever I truly saw myself as gorgeous. I literally looked like one of the models in a magazine. I pulled the robe on and fixed my hair over my shoulders before leaving.
My heart was, for some reason, pounding in my chest. I had never understood the appeal of buying fancy lingerie when you literally only wore it for a few minutes before the guy tore it off of you, but standing at the bathroom door getting ready to go out and show Sam… I kind of understood the appeal.
"So, Dean said to call him when it's safe to come back." Sam said, bringing a bottle of water to his lips as he watched TV.
"Good to know." I said softly with a smile as I pressed the power button on the TV. I stood at the end of the bed he was sitting on.
He smiled at me.
I pulled the tie on the robe and let it fall from my shoulders to the floor. Sam's eyes widened as his smile widened, and I even saw a hint of a blush.
"Well, do you like it?" I asked.
Sam nodded slowly, "Best Valentine's Day ever!" he said softly.
I chuckled as I crawled across the bed to him as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I straddled his lap as his hands wrapped around my hips and met my lips eagerly, but softly. I wrapped my hands around his neck, letting my fingers tangle in his hair.
He trailed kisses down my neck and over my shoulder, "You are too perfect." He whispered.
I ran my fingers down his bare chest, racking my nails lightly, and felt his body tremble under my touch. I went to his jeans and unbuttoned them. I climbed off his lap and stood up as he took his pants off. He moved to the edge of the bed and pulled me toward him.
I gently pushed him onto his back and got back on his lap. I kissed his chest and trailed kisses up to his lips and kissed him briefly. I sat up and took one of his hand and brought it to the lowest tied bow and he understood and pulled the ribbon, then slowly moved his hand over my now bare stomach and to the bow tied between my breasts and pulled the ribbon.
I let the top fall from my shoulders as his hand slid up and wrapped around my neck as he sat up to meet my lips. He wrapped his arms around me and flipped me onto my back. His fingers found the ties on the underwear and he undid them.
His hands ran over my body deliciously and I got lost in the pleasure of every touch. His hips moved slowly, relishing every moment. He made love to me in every meaning of the word, leaving me breathless and my heart hammering erratically.
Afterward, I laid on his chest in his arms.
"Can you stop being so perfect?" Sam said softly with a smile.
"I'm not perfect." I said with a chuckle.
"Dean and I both disagree with that." Sam said as he rolled me onto my back and leaned over me and brushed my cheek. "There's nothing about you that isn't perfect."
I brought my lips to his and kissed him gently.
We got up and got dressed, reluctantly. I shoved the lingerie into my bag and put on a tank top and underwear.
Sam called Dean and told him it was safe to come back.
We all spent the night drinking and talking or watching TV. I slept in Dean's bed, having fallen asleep there while we were watching TV.
In the morning Dean got a call saying that there had been another double homicide and he and Sam went to check it out. I sat in the car and waited while I listened to music and read a book.
Castiel appeared beside me, startling me. "Dammit, Castiel! You scared the crap outta me!"
"I hope you mean that metaphorically. Dean asked me to retrieve you." He took my hand and in a flash we were in a medical wing, the morgue.
Since I had been sitting down in the car I landed on my butt, hard. "Ow!" I said as he pulled me to my feet. I pulled my hand away and smacked him. "A little warning next time!"
"My apologies." Castiel said as he picked up a human heart from a tray.
Dean wrapped an arm around my waist, "You alright?" he asked with a smile.
"Yeah. What am I doing here?" I asked.
"You're right Sam. these are angelic marks. I imagine you'll find similar marks on the other couple's hearts as well-"
"So, what are they? I mean, what do they mean?" Sam asked.
Castiel showed me, shoving the heart practically in my face. "Uh, gross. Wait… those are-"
"Precisely." Castiel said.
"Uh, you gonna tell us?" Dean asked.
"It's a mark of union. This man and woman were intended to mate." Castiel said.
"Okay, but who put them there?" Dean asked.
"An angel." I replied. "But we know them as cupids." I said, having remembered from my memories. "They're a lower order of angel. A cherub, what, like third-class?" I asked Castiel.
"Very good, you are learning your abilities quickly." Castiel smiled… almost proudly.
"Cherub?" Dean asked, in disbelief.
"Yeah, they're everywhere. Dozens. That's probably what I felt last night." I replied.
"You mean the little flying fat kid in diapers?" Dean asked.
I laughed.
"They're not incontinent." Castiel added, which made me laugh a bit harder.
"Okay, anyway. So, what you're saying-"
"What I'm saying is a Cupid has gone rogue and we have to stop him- before he kills again." Castiel finished Sam's sentence.
"Naturally." Sam said.
"Of course we do." Dean added. "Alright take her to the car, we'll meet you out there in a few. Can't have you two walking out of here."
Castiel took my hand.
"Outside the car so you don't knock me out, please?" I said before he popped us right by the passenger's side door, then he popped into the back seat. I slipped into the front.
"You have gained great strength. I can feel your power coming off of you in waves." He said.
"I take it that's a good thing?"
"You are much stronger than you were before we went back in time. Should you face a truly strong angel or demon, I believe you will be easily equipped to handle it."
"That's a good thing."
"That's a very good thing." He replied as the guys were walking toward the car.
They got in and turned to face Castiel. "So, where can we find this… Cupid, then?" Dean asked.
"Drive, I will tell you when to stop." Castiel answered.
Dean nodded and we took off. It wasn't long before Castiel told us to stop at a restaurant. We got a table. I sat with Sam, and Dean and Castiel sat across from us.
The waitress brought us our food. A cheeseburger for Dean and salads for Sam and I.
"So, what, you just happen to know he like the cosmos at this place?" Dean asked Castiel.
"This place is a nexus of human reproduction. It's exactly the kind of-" Castiel watched as Dean put ketchup on his burger, "Of garden the Cupid will come to- to pollinate."
Dean put his burger down.
"Wait a minute. You're not hungry?" Sam asked with a chuckle.
"What? I'm not hungry." Dean said.
"Then you're not gonna finish that?" Castiel asked as he took the burger.
I felt the presence of an angel and then saw it, and wished I hadn't. I put my hand on Castiel's arm.
"He's here." Castiel said and nodded at me.
"Where? I don't see anything." Sam said.
"Consider that a blessing." I replied.
"Meet us in the back." Castiel took my hand and popped us into the back store room.
Again I had been sitting and landed on my butt again. "Dammit, Castiel!" I said. "That hurts!"
He pulled me to my feet, "My apologies."
Dean and Sam entered. "Cas, where is he?" Sam asked.
"I have him tethered. Zoda kama mahrana. Manifest yourself." Castiel said.
"So, where is he?" Dean asked, just as the Cupid appeared and hugged him from behind.
"Here I am!" Cupid said.
Dean look truly horrified. "Help!"
"Oh, help is on the way. Yes, it is. Yes, it is. Hello, you!" Cupid let Dean go and walked over to Castiel and wrapped him in a hug.
I chuckled.
"Ooh. Mmm." Castiel didn't enjoy the hug either.
"This is Cupid?" Dean asked.
"Yes." Castiel replied.
"And look at you, huh?" Cupid turned to Sam.
"No." Sam turned away, but Cupid appeared in front of him.
"Yes! Yes, yes. Yes!" Cupid said, hugging Sam.
Cupid caught sight of me and moved Sam aside, "And you! You… you are stunning! Radiating pure love!" He stepped toward me.
I put my hand up, "No, no, that's alright! I'm-"
Cupid wrapped his arms around me and I felt very uncomfortable.
"Is this a fight? Are we fighting?" Dean asked confused.
"This is… Their handshake." Castiel replied.
"I don't like it." Dean replied eyeing Cupid who wasn't releasing me.
"No one likes it." Castiel replied.
"You are so amazing!" Cupid said, still not releasing me.
"Alright, a little help here, Cas." I said trying to get the naked Cupid off me.
He finally released me, "Mmm. What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Why are you doing this?" Castiel asked.
"Doing what?" Cupid asked.
"Your targets- the ones you've marked-They're slaughtering each other." Castiel replied.
"What? They are?" Cupid asked.
"Listen, birthday suit, we know, okay? We know you been flittin' around, popping people with your poison arrow, making them murder each other!" Dean said in irritation.
"What we don't know is why." Castiel added.
"You think that I- Well, uh… I don't know what to say." Cupid started to cry.
I rolled my eyes.
"Should… Should somebody maybe… go talk to him?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. Give 'em hell, Cas." Dean said.
Castiel walked over and talked quietly with him for a few moments, then turned to us. "He's telling the truth."
"Jiminy Christmas. Thank you." Cupid said.
I hadn't been listening to what he and Castiel were talking about.
"Wait, wait, you said- you said you were just following orders?" Dean asked.
"Mm-hmm." Cupid said.
"Whose orders?" Dean asked.
"Whose?" Cupid laughed. "Heaven, silly. Heaven."
"Why does heaven care if Harry meets Sally?" Dean asked.
"Oh, mostly they don't. You know, certain bloodlines, certain destinies. Oh, like yours." Cupid said.
Dean, Sam and I eyed each other. "What? You mean us?" Sam asked.
Cupid shook his head, "Oh, no, this union is… bigger than Heaven. Heaven had nothing to do with this union. I'm talking about John and Mary Winchester- Very big deal upstairs, top priority arrangement."
"Are you saying that you fixed-up our parents?" Dean asked.
"Well, not me, but… yeah. Well, it wasn't easy either. Ooh, they couldn't stand each other at first. But when we were done with them-Perfect couple." Cupid replied.
"Perfect?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Cupid replied.
"They're dead!" Dean snapped.
"I'm sorry, but… the orders were very clear. you and Sam needed to be born. Your parents were just, uh… meant to be. A match made in heaven- heaven!"
Dean punched Cupid, "Son of a bitch!"
Cupid disappeared.
"Where is he? Where'd he go!?" Dean asked.
"I believe you upset him." Castiel said.
"Upset him?!" Dean snapped again.
I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. I felt a strange desire to literally rip his clothes off and take him then, regardless of who watched. It was strange and completely foreign… it wasn't my very own desire. Not that I didn't have those desires, but something was driving this further.
Sam decided to check with the coroner for other strange deaths at the hospital while Dean and I headed back to the hotel with Castiel.
Castiel sat in the back while I sat beside Dean, he had a hand on my thigh as I leaned against his shoulder. We got to the hotel and Dean worked on his laptop looking up police files. After an hour I got bored. I went to the bathroom and changed into a halter top in a deep purple that I bought a while back, but never wore. It had a plunging neckline.
I grabbed my jacket, "I'm going out. I'm tired of being in this hotel."
Dean was too busy and merely waved at me. Castiel eyed me, but said nothing.
I didn't have my revolver, but I always had my daggers. I walked down the street, gaining attention of guys wandering around. I liked the attention, more than I normally would.
I headed to a rather busy bar. The guys outside whistled while at me as I passed, I flashed them a sultry smile as I headed inside. The bar was very lively. People were dancing and tons were drinking.
I got to the bar and waved the bartender over and ordered a few shots of whiskey downing them in a row and requesting them to be filled. I downed those and then draped my jacket over a barstool. My phone and card where in my back pocket so my jacket wasn't a top priority to keep near me in this busy place.
I went over to the jukebox and picked a better song to dance to. Once the bar was blaring with the rock song I picked I started to dance. Swinging my hips sexually as I tossed my head back and forth.
A guy walked over to me and wrapped his hands around me from behind. I shimmied my way down his front and back up as another guy approached me from the front. I danced between them, wrapping my hand around the guy in front of me.
When the song ended I went back to bar and downed three more shots, gaining cheers around me.
I was feeling a growing darkness and I tried to ignore it as I drank and danced. More guys wanted to dance with me and I willingly obliged. I downed a few more shots.
My phone rang and I grabbed my jacket and headed outside. "Hello?"
"Dee! Where the hell are you?" Dean asked, a bit angry.
"I went to a bar for a drink… or three." I giggled.
"Dee are you drunk?" He asked in confusion. "Look, Castiel said to… Wait, what?"
The phone was passed, "Channel your energy. You can fight this." Castiel said.
"Fight what?" I asked.
"Dee, this is big. Channel your energy. You have to fight this, babe. I can't do this without you. We're stronger together." Dean said.
"Fine." I took a deep breath and felt the energy inside me I let it flow freely through my veins, my pendant growing warm against my chest. I felt a pull and then a force slammed into my chest and radiated a warmth through me. I fell to my knees gasping.
"Dee!" Dean was yelling on the phone in my hand.
I brought it to my ear, "Dean, what's going on?" I asked finally coming to my senses.
"Horseman of famine. Where are you?"
"Like four blocks from the hotel."
"Get here, we're going after famine." Dean replied hanging up.
I ran back to the hotel, getting there within minutes. Dean met me outside with Castiel. He wrapped me into his arms and kissed me desperately. When he pulled away he brushed my cheek.
"Ready?" He asked.
I nodded and we got into the impala. Dean driving and Castiel on the other side of me. We pulled into Biggerson's Restaurant and I could easily feel the darkness.
"Demons. You want to go over the plan again? Hey, happy meal." Dean said to Castiel. "The plan?"
"I take the knife, I go in, I cut off the ring hand of Famine, and I meet you back here in the parking lot." Castiel replied.
"Well, that sounds foolproof." Dean said as Castiel disappeared. "Shouldn't you go in with him?" He asked me.
"Do you want me to?" I asked.
"Not really, but we gotta end this."
I nodded and unsheathed my dagger and split it into two as I got out of the car and head in. I opened the door and the demons turned to me and stepped toward me.
"No, she's not to be harmed." Famine said as he stopped the demons.
"Why not?" I said spinning my daggers.
"Because Satan wants you unharmed, my dear." Famine replied.
"So, what you're just all gonna stand there and let me kill you all?" I asked with a smile. "Kind of boring, but alright."
Famine smirked and snapped his fingers. A demon moved toward me and I raised my blade. It feigned an attack and I sliced at it's arm. Blood dripped onto the floor. A blinding light surrounded me and a burning pain flared through my body as I fell to my knees unable to move.
"What… is this?" I said, gritting my teeth through the pain as a sigil on the floor burned brightly.
"There are marks for demons and angels. Did you really think there wasn't something out there to bind you? Or at least your… power? It hurts doesn't it. It won't last forever, of course, just long enough for-"
Dean entered behind me. "Dee!"
"The other Winchester." Famine said.
"What did you do to them?" Dean asked, unable to get close enough to touch me.
"You sicced your dog on me. I just threw him a stake." Famine said, pointing at Castiel eating raw meat on the floor.
"And her?" Dean asked.
"Oh, we're just keeping her out of harm's way. Satan doesn't want her harmed." Famine replied.
"So, this is your trick? Huh? Making people cuckoo for cocoa puffs?
The pain burned hotter and blurred my vision. I could no longer hear them through the pain. I collapsed to the floor. It took all of my strength to grip my dagger and bring the tip of it to part of the sigil. I worked through the searing pain and scratched at the sigil. When I finally broke the seal, a relief washed over me as the pain vanished, leaving me weak.
I gasped for air and I got to my knees. I looked up and saw Sam, but he wasn't my Sam.
"I'm a Horseman, Sam. Your power doesn't work on me." Famine said.
Dean wrapped an arm around my waist and helped me up.
"You're right. But it will work on them." I watched as Sam ripped souls from Famine as he screamed.
The souls exploded out and Famine collapsed on the floor. Castiel got to his feet and we all looked at Sam, his nose bleeding.
"Dean, what's wrong with Sam?" I asked softly as I sheathed the daggers.
"Demon blood. Famine made him crave it." Dean said, not really giving me a full description of what I was looking at.
"Cas, take him to Bobby's basement." Dean said.
Castiel stood up and grabbed Sam and they disappeared.
"We gotta go. We're about three hours from Bobby's place. Let's go. You alright till we get there?"
"I'm fine." I was, exhausted, but better now that whatever that mark had done to me was truly fading. "But what's going on?"
We went out to the impala and got in. "I loaded everything up earlier before we left." He turned toward me. "Did you hear what Famine had said?"
"I was in a bit of pain there incase you didn't notice that."
"Yeah, what was that?" Dean asked.
"A sigil to bind my power. I've literally never seen it before. Not in any of my lifetimes. He said it wouldn't work for long, but long enough. Lucifer doesn't want me harmed apparently. Anyway, what was said while I was writhing in pain?"
"Sam is Lucifer's vessel. Anyone can drink demon blood it's like a drug, makes you high, as human if you drink too much it kills you. Sam, he doesn't have that because he's Lucifer's vessel. When he drinks it… he changes. Castiel has him in lockdown. Once it's out of his system he'll be fine."
"Okay."
"But that's not all. I'm not telling you this as a touchy feely moment here, Dee. I'm gonna tell you this so that you understand how important you are to me." He took one of my hands in his and I turned to face him. "Famine tried to say that I was empty that his power didn't work on me because I was… dead inside, but he touched me to see. He was wrong Dee."
"Um, okay. Then what are you filled with that's stronger than his power?" I asked.
He lowered his eyes, "You, babe. I'm filled with your love." He looked up at me as my heart hammered in my chest. "You are my anchor in all of this. The one thing that I feel I can count on right now."
"But why didn't it work for Sam?" I asked softly.
"That's not on you, hun. That's on him. It's an addiction he had before you. Something he still battles."
"But if I had been there-"
Dean cupped my cheek, "That's not on you, Dee. You understand me? You can't stop everything, sometimes it's something personal." I nodded. "Are you sure you're alright?"
I wrapped a hand around his neck, "I'm fine."
He brought his lips to mine and kiss me tenderly, then pulled away. "I love you, Dee. So much."
"I love you too, Dean." I said as he pulled me toward him and wrapped his arms around me.
We sat there for a few minutes and then he turned and started the car. Once he shifted it into drive he pulled me back against him. I fell asleep quickly.