Chapter Eleven: Daddy's Girl
Present day…
Main POV
The Impala's loud engine revs lulled as we pulled up alongside the dark house. As instructed, Lex had brought down all of the automatic roller shutters covering the windows, and I had no doubts he'd followed the rest of the protocols to the T. Hell, he helped create most of them. At this point I'd say he knew more about the job than I did. Or at least the lore portion. The house was shrouded in darkness since no light emitted from the house and there were minimal street lights in our patch of town. Ordinarily, I enjoyed the dark, it meant we could enjoy the stars with little light pollution. Today however, it was downright eerie. Dean pulled up into the empty driveway, my car already tucked away in the garage where it belonged. He went to remove the keys from the ignition but I stopped him with a hand on his. He glanced at me and I shook my head, pointing with my free hand to the garage.
''I'm going to have Lex lift the door, I want you to pull into the garage beside mine, keep the place nice and locked down,'' I explained and he nodded, at least okay with the plan on the fortification front. Clearly having pressed the button on the remote for us, the door slowly slid up and out of the way. Dean pulled in and I ditched the car easily, fast walking towards the entry to the main house. My heart ached for Lex, sure, we were in the final stretch, we made it home, but I'd still left him. He'd seemed fine, last I heard from him, in fact, he'd been cheery and agreeable when I told him not to leave the house. Perhaps he thought it was just a drill, and if he complied I'd trust him home alone more often. But trusting him was never the problem. I'd long since gotten over the whole running away thing, and I'd always known it was only a matter of time. No, it was the rest of the world I didn't trust.
Lex was waiting by the house's entry door, shotgun cocked and at the ready. Smiling proudly, I went to the roller door and pulled the cord, letting it slowly shift back into place. Sam and Dean grabbed the bags, the former giving Lex an odd look. Once I stepped over the salt like separating the garage from the house, Lex dropped the shotgun to the side and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He towered over me and I worried he'd keep growing well past his current height. He was already equal to Dean, if lacking a little in the muscle department.
''Is that…Mom,'' he said, pulling back and making agitated sniffing noises. ''Why do you reek of urine? What, did you pee yourself in the car? You're a little young for incontinence problems.''
''Long story, baby,'' I said with a sigh, stepping out of his hold and patting him on the shoulder. ''Dean got you a double crunchwrap, I'm going for a shower, and then we can talk about all of this, okay?''
''Did he just call you, mom?'' Sam asked. Sighing, I ran my hand over my face. How was I to explain this? Rolling my stiff shoulders and neck, I took a breath for a moment before I answered him. ''I thought you said he was your little brother. One of you and Dean's great common interests.''
''Oh, we're lying again. Sorry, I thought cause Dean knew him it was okay,'' Lex said, giving me an awkward shrug. ''Next time fill me in, okay? I got used to how things are here.''
''I just didn't know I could trust him yet,'' I explained and then turned towards Sam, sheepish expression on my face. ''I'm going to shower, and I'll fill you in, okay? I just wanna wash all this off, alright? It's been a long couple of days.''
''You can say that again,'' Sam said with a sigh. ''I don't uh.. I don't know you either, so you have every right to be suspicious. But I'm not a threat, to you or your son… slash brother…''
''Just wait till you hear the story, you'll get why mom's so jumpy,'' Lex said, taking the Taco Bell bag off of Dean and immediately abandoning the boys for the kitchen table. Trying not to sigh again, I trudged over to the stairs and headed for the upstairs bathroom, intent on getting rid of this urine smell Lex had so accurately pointed out.
Tossing my clothes into the hamper beside the sink and throwing the bathmat on the floor beside the shower, I stepped over the lip of the hybrid tub. Making sure it was set to shower mode, I twisted the knobs and let the scalding hot water wash away all the demon, scunge, and sin. As much as I wanted to scrub myself clean, the shower floor called to me, and I sat down in the tub, letting the overhead water fall over me. Unsure of how long I sat there, I knew it must have been a while when the bathroom door opened, making me jump. Locks were pretty pointless in this house, anyone who wanted to get anywhere, knew how to pick them, as Dean had just demonstrated.
''You alright?'' he asked and I wiped the water and hair out of my eyes to look over at him. Biting my lip for a moment, I eventually decided on being honest. I shook my head. He stared at me for a moment, door still open and steam rolled out the bathroom and into the hall.''You want help?''
Nodding softly, I watched him kick the bathroom door closed behind him with his heel and start shedding layers. Before he dared step inside the inferno I was brewing, he turned the knobs of the shower, reducing the heat significantly. He swung a leg over and hoisted me up by my armpits. Dean didn't pussyfoot about, he wasn't tender, or sweet, he got to business. Or, maybe he was sweet, he just… as much as he knew about getting chicks to sleep with him, he didn't actually understand women. But that was fine, I wasn't dating the guy, we were just friends. So it didn't matter he scrubbed shampoo through my hair with militant-like application, or scrubbed soap over my body like he was trying to remove my first layer of skin. In fact, I think I'd seen him be more gentle with Baby. At least he was helping, which was more than I could say for other guys. Anybody else I'd ever showered with was always more interested in fucking me than they were actually "helping" me.
''You're rough,'' I said, without really thinking. Part of me wanted to just take it, he was doing his best, but the other part of me knew he was gonna settle down with someone someday, and she, and all the women in between deserved better. They deserved non violent showering rituals. Wrapping my hand around his, I guided the washcloth over my body much softer than he had been and he grunted in acknowledgement.
''Sorry,'' he said and went back to working in silence.
Feeling a bit more in control of myself, I took over with my hair, combing conditioner through the ends as Dean began to work on himself. As it sat in my hair, rolling off the strands in beads I reached for the washcloth and scrubbed his back gently. Once he was clean, I put the rag down and moved my hands back. He was younger than me - we were both so young - but just like myself, carried around a lot more weight than he needed to. His shoulders gave it all away, full of knots and tensed muscles. Working my fingers deep into his flesh, I massaged him and heard him groan as he shifted to lean against the shower all.
''I thought I was supposed to be helping you,'' he said, glancing back over his shoulder at me and I shrugged.
''I needed some comforting,'' I said and he raised a brow.
''Baby, I don't know if you've noticed, I'm not exactly the comforting type. You want soft and squishy, you go have a chat with my brother,'' he said and I scoffed, shaking my head.
''Touch, Dean,'' I said, taking my hands off him to ring my hair out. ''I don't want you to tell me a bunch of crap, lie to me, and tell me it's all gonna be okay. I don't need that. I got hurt today, yesterday, made to feel like my body, my choices, weren't my own. What I wanted from you, the comfort I needed, was for someone I trusted to touch me. Someone I wanted to touch me. That's all.''
''So what… some guy you barely know shampoos your hair, and you're good now?'' he asked, turning around to face me and I scoffed, shaking my head again. Reaching around him I turned off the shower and stepped out onto the mat.
''You're not some guy I barely know, Dean, I've known you since I was seventeen, sure, I don't know everything, we see each other maybe once a year, for one hunt or so, but you know all the dark and dirty I have, and you kept it to yourself, you didn't pass judgement, just accepted me as I am,'' I said, grabbing a towel from under the sink. Handing it to him, I grabbed another. ''Dean, that's pretty much grounds to be my best friend, hell, you might be the only one I've got my own age. So yeah, me taking back control of my body with you, yeah, that fixes things. At least for now.''
Wrapping my own towel around myself, I hopped up on the bathroom counter by the sink and reached over for my toothbrush. Squirting on some paste and sticking it straight in my mouth, I watched Dean dry himself off and leave, without saying another word. He took his clothes, putting them back on and headed down the hall again, leaving me brushing my teeth without so much as a see ya. Maybe I'd gone too far, he did say he didn't like the soft squishy crap. Maybe he really didn't wanna talk. But he asked. Spitting green foam into the sink, I turned the faucet on and collected some water in my palm, rinsing both my mouth out and the basin. Footsteps sounded in the hallway and I glanced up just in time to see Dean returning, dufflebag in his hand this time. Cocking my head to the side, I watched him as he approached, tossing his bag down beside me and unzipping it. Wordlessly, he pulled out a small zip up toiletry bag to reveal shaving supplies. He filled the just cleaned sink, and went to work. He didn't really say much, Dean Winchester, but his actions said all they needed to.
''Hey… can I…'' I started and he turned to look away from the mirror, waiting expectantly for me to finish what I was saying. Gesturing to the razor in his hands and then his face, I put my hands out. He glanced between the razor in his grasp and then me, seeming to internally shrug it off before he handed it over.
''Now, you need to be careful…'' he said and I cut him off with a laugh.
''You've seen the delicate areas I shave, Dean, trust me when I say I understand a light hand and gentle touch,'' I assured him, and straightened up on the countertop. Placing my hand on his face, fingers splayed out, I angled him the way I needed and then brought the razor down across his skin. Going with the grain, I slowly rid his face of the slowly building stubble, leaving him as smooth as a baby once again.
With the shaving supplies away in his bag, he was rolling on some deodorant as I watched him, getting a glimpse under his shirt at his toned chest. Sure, I'd just seen it all while we were in the shower, but nakedness was encouraged there, expected even. This little flash felt like I was seeing something I wasn't supposed to, it was lightly thrilling, a turn on. And he clearly noticed, because when our eyes met again as my gaze had travelled up, he was smirking at me. He put the can down on the counter, and I reached out for him, knees spreading at the same time. Quickly, he untucked the top of my towel, letting each side fall open and leaving me naked on the bench. Returning my hands back to his cheeks and jaw, I guided his head towards mine, opening up my mouth for a kiss. Lips tangling and bouncing against each other's over and over as the heat between us built, I fought to get his t-shirt back off. He laughed a little, pulling it over his head and pressed his hot chest to mine.
Wrapping my fingers around his belt buckle, I unfastened it quickly, along with his pants. It wasn't hard to shove my hand into his underwear, or to get him worked up enough to do me on the bathroom counter. He brought his own hand between my legs and stroked his fingers up my folds. I flinched a little, mind wandering back to when the demon had tried to make me lose control with very similar motions. Dean pulled back enough to get a good look at me, lips ceasing to lock with mine. Experimentally, he ran his fingers over my folds again and involuntarily I jerked.
''Are you okay?'' he asked and I nodded, though I doubted he'd believe me.
''I'm sorry it's just..'' I said, pausing to sigh. ''I really do want this, I just… not that. Not right now.''
''Okay, so let's be clear. Sex, yes. Fingering, no. Is that right?'' he asked and I nodded. ''Anything else off the table?''
''I…'' I said and felt my chest grow hot and red with a blush. ''No oral today.''
''For me or for you?'' he said and I raised an eyebrow. ''Both?''
''Both,'' I agreed, nodding.
''Sweetheart, I gotta get you worked up. It's already a pretty tight situation, and even with easy glide condoms, there's gonna be a push, I don't wanna make things worse,'' he said with a grimace. I shook my head.
''Dean, no, I don't want you to touch me the way he did,'' I said and he reluctantly agreed. He wasn't trying to hurt me, quite the opposite in fact. He leaned down to kiss me and I guided his hands up to play with my breasts, tugging on the nipples and rolling them between his fingertips. Loudly, I let out a pathetic and desperate sounding moan, and his face brightened significantly.
''Okay, I can work with this,'' he said cheerfully.
Ducking down, he brought his mouth to my breasts, starting at the sides and working his way across to their centre. Flicking his tongue over the buds he alternated from quick, short bouts of pressure to languidly stroking the whole areola. His teeth came into the mix and he moved back and forth across each breast, terrorising me until my whole body boiled with a white hot heat. The soles of my feet tingled and burned, tight knot forming in the pit of my stomach, twisting and pulling at my insides. Throwing my head back I tried to keep my moans at bay, knowing both my son and Dean's brother were downstairs, and likely within earshot. Trembling on top of my towel covered benchtop, I was about to cum pretty damn explosively when Dean pulled back, grabbed a condom from his pocket and ripped apart the foil.
Glaring harshly at him, I watched him laugh and roll the condom over his stiff cock, expertly aligning it in place before we met hips. He pushed in, thrusts starting slow, but hard until they gained speed and all but bottomed out of me. Dropping down to my elbows, I arched my back just in time to feel his hands fisting the flesh of my thighs. It was quick, my orgasm that had been near approaching when he'd pulled back steadily built back up again, and he quickly followed. Sighing out softly, I rested my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms tightly around him for just a moment. He placed a delicate kiss to my forehead, and I chose not to raise an eyebrow at him, though I sorely wanted to. He wasn't a soft and squishy guy, this was the best I'd ever get from him, so I let him go. Pulling away, I kicked open the top drawer of the bathroom counter with my foot and pulled out a new washcloth. He stepped back, quickly dressing while I wet it down under the faucet and wiped myself clean.
He left me to it then, though not before I heard him presumptuously heading to my bedroom just one door down and leaving his duffle bag behind. It was good actually, after everything that had happened, I'd wanted him to stay there tonight, have one restful night's sleep knowing that there was someone capable of watching my back. There was a murphy bed in the study, Sam could sleep there and Lex would get one last night in his room. I felt a little guilty, packing up and moving us again, I'd made him get used to this life just to pull the rug out from under him. But, if I wanted him safe, we had to hit the road. Hopping off the counter, I went to my room and found something to dress in. There was so much to do.
Dean POV
Lex was still eating when I made it back downstairs, Sam across from him with some papers in his hands. He was eagerly flicking through them as the younger of the two waited with anticipation. Coming over, I took a seat beside Lex, a handful of papers of my own. These ones though, were tucked away safely in manila folders, meticulously filed. Seemed while Katie had left the job behind this past year, it hadn't left her. Why there were a bunch of potential cases laying around on her bed, I didn't know, but skimming the contents they were pretty strong, clear cut. She wouldn't get out of my head, it was like she'd taken up residence there since last year. Sure, she haunted me occasionally since we'd reconnected, and I thought about her now and then, since we'd spent that month or two on the road together, she was a near permanent thought in my mind.
She didn't even know what she was doing to me. She was my best friend - hell, my only one - and I couldn't get her life story out of my head. She was a badass, she shot her own dad - or as close to a real one as she could have - for the sake of her son. And that was with a stab wound. It would be hard, but if it came down to it, I could see myself doing that for Sam. I don't know what situation would arise that that could happen, but I got it. And this house, she ghost proofed it. That was awesome. But that wasn't why she was on my mind, I don't think. Sure, I admired her, I always had thinking back, but there was something else. Maybe it was guilt. Every time she got involved with me, she got hurt somehow. She was on a case with me, and her son got followed by his demon father, and then she got stabbed by her stepdad. I ask her to help me find my dad, and her hellspawn baby daddy shows back up and assaults her. Every time I met her, her life got turned upside down. Yeah, it was probably guilt. Although I took pride in the fact she could find comfort in me, that I barely knew her, and she trusted my touch. Wanted it even.
''Okay,'' Sam said, looking up at Lex. ''So she's not signing over her parental rights, these documents just state that in the event of her death, or in any other circumstances where she finds herself unable to take care of you, custody is granted to… Dean.''
''What?'' I said, lifting my head up to look at him. Shaking my head from side to side, the inevitable fear that every man feels right as a woman's told them he's going to be a dad filled me up, and I didn't even bone her for this responsibility. Or, I suppose I had, but not in the way it counted. Maybe that was why. But it didn't seem like her to just sign her kid over to the first good lay she'd had in a while. ''She never told me this.''
''She never told any of us,'' Lex huffed, hair too short now to blow up in the air. Weirdly, I kinda missed the box dyed black emo bangs thing he had going on. It didn't seem like him to have the blond, short back and sides. Even if it did mean I got to see both of the eyes he'd inherited from Katie glaring back at me every time I flirted with his mom. Taking a swig of his Dr Pepper, Lex swished it around in his mouth before he continued. ''I took the opportunity while Mom was away to snoop around her office. And her room. She's been doing a lot of stuff without telling me. Those cases, she's been building them up, and I checked in with Pastor Jim and Bobby, she's not been passing any on through them or anything. And I don't know what those custody documents are about.''
''Well, that's what you get for snooping, I guess,'' Katie said, and Lex jumped almost a foot in the air. She smirked at him, her small frame leaning against the wall at the entryway to the kitchen. She had her arms folded over her chest, and was fully dressed in clean clothes. No robe this time, no pyjamas, she was dressed ready to hit the road at any second and it saddened me greatly, I didn't get to check out her very round ass every time she bent over. Well, I guess I could, but without that flash of skin, it just wasn't the same.
''I was going to ask you,'' she said, looking at me, swallowing slightly, looking nervous. She'd been caught out, whatever this was, this wasn't how she wanted the conversation to go down. If there was ever actually going to be one. ''If you'd consider it, being my backup should I die. In our line of work, you can't be too careful, that's all. I'm not going anywhere, I just had the papers made up in advance. Jim and Bobby, they're too old. It wouldn't be right, and you can't just go to anyone,'' she turned her gaze to Lex. ''not with your lineage…''
''Right, well, I'd need time to,'' I said, clearing my throat and she waved me off, coming to take the free spot at the table. She'd been through a lot today, these past few days, I wasn't an idiot. Even I could see that. How the hell could I turn her down today of all days?
''And those cases are for you,'' she said, turning to Lex. His eyebrows shot through his hairline and he choked a little on his soda. ''You need to cut your teeth at some point, and they're reasonably beginner friendly. I was going to take you out of school for a week or so, pick one of them, pass on the rest.''
''But then the demon showed up again,'' I said in understanding, drawing a look of confusion from Sam. He tilted his head to the side, waiting for an explanation.
''Demon, as in the demon? Our demon?'' Sam asked and Katie shook her head. She pressed her plush lips down into a thin line, considering how she was going to tell him this story. It hadn't been easy for her to tell me, and I wasn't a complete stranger.
''Which brings us to the next part of our fun little stroll down trauma lane,'' Katie said, stretching her legs out under the table, ankles brushing against mine. Although, I'd say this time, it was purely accidental. She turned to Sam then, intent on filling him in on this whole nightmare.
''Here we go,'' Lex said with a sigh, putting his elbows down on the table and resting his head on his folded over arms.
''Lex is my son, as you now know,'' Katie said, fingers drumming nervously on the table. Surreptitiously I brought my arms under the table, resting a hand on Katie's knee and giving it a squeeze. Her hands settled, but she showed no other signs it had helped calm her down.
''When I was twelve, my family was staying at a motel a town over from a job they were doing. Mom and Dad gave me the usual emergency numbers, you know the drill, 'don't call unless it's an emergency. Wanting more quarters for the arcade machine is not an emergency.' I was living the high life, staying up as late as I wanted, eating whatever crap I wanted, and playing video games all day because if my parents weren't around, how would they know I wasn't doing my schoolwork, or even going,'' she explained and I snorted. Sounded exactly like my own experience growing up, excluding the part where I had to look out for Sammy. ''One night I'm trying to beat some douchebag WINCHEST guy at Space Invaders and…''
''Oh my god you're so old,'' Lex groaned and Katie soured immediately, shooting a sharp glare his way. ''You never told me you were playing Space Invaders on an arcade machine. You said you were playing video games, I thought you meant like on a console or something. Jesus.''
''Shut up,'' Katie huffed, crossing her own arms over her chest. She continued to stare at him for a moment, before she turned back to Sam. ''Some guy comes in, I don't think anything of it at first. Then I start to feel threatened, but I try to ignore him, I've got a lot riding on this game. He tries talking to me, of course I respond in the typical angry kid way, telling him where to go, antagonising him. And he grabs me, slams my head right into the arcade machine. Nine months later, I'm thirteen and in a rusty motel bathtub, trying to shove Lex out of me. Course I was a kid, so it wasn't without its very painful complications,'' she explained and stood, lifting her shirt to reveal her silver, very old C-section scar.
I'd boned single mothers before, teen moms when I was their age, so I wasn't a stranger to those particular scars, but there was something different about hers. It was larger, thicker, clearly because her mom had cut him out of her with a bowie knife. She dropped her shirt again, and sat back down on her seat, my hand going back to her leg as soon as she did.
''Our demon is different, black eyes, not yellow. And he has plans for Lex, what they are, I don't know, so I've been running from him Lex's entire life,'' Katie explained. ''My dad, he's been around since before I was born, but I've always known he wasn't my real dad. Teen pregnancies, it kinda runs in the family. My mom just woke up one day while she was on the road with her parents, very pregnant, and she'd never even thought about sex before. So when I told her about this… the Demon told me from the get go I was gonna have a baby. She thought it was the same thing that happened to her, some weird, biblical age thing. My stepdad got the full story out of me, didn't want me to have Lex. Mom convinced him they'd raise Lex, and for a while, that was it. Until she bit it, and my dad obsessed over what killed her.''
''Been there,'' Sam huffed and I shot him a glare. He'd never liked this life, that much was obvious, but how could he hate what Dad was doing for us, for all those other people out there that we helped?
''He snapped out of that, found something new to obsess over. Guess he realised mom was gone, always would be, and his family, Lex and I were still here. So he was hellbent on figuring out just who this guy that got to me was, and that's when he found out the demon has plans for Lex. Decided the best way out was to kill him, so I booked it. The hell am I going to let anyone put hands on my son,'' Katie told him, and it didn't matter how many times she told this story, didn't matter how much I learned, I still think she made the right choice. It was badass, what she did, hitting the road like that. Even if it did mean she blipped off my radar for eleven or so years.
''A year ago, Dean and I were on a job, Lex overheard us talking about my stepdad, had questions - obviously - and went to find him. He left while we were still hunting and we had to chase his ass all the way to Montana,'' Katie said and Lex started to look a little guilty, shrinking into his chair. ''The short and curly of it is, he's dead now. I shot my stepdad and covered it up. Lex knows the truth now, and we've been living here. I just got tired of running, I wanted him to have a normal life. Keeping him, having him, stopping my dad from killing him, it's all for nothing if he never even gets to really live. Guess that was a mistake, because the demon knew where we were, the whole time. Been watching us, probably has people watching us. Demons this powerful, they never work alone.''
''So now what, you're giving up the stronghold to go back out on the run?'' Sam asked and Katie nodded grimly, not looking thrilled at their prospects.
''It's better than being sitting ducks,'' she justified. ''He knows where we live, he told me as much, and while this place is pretty fortified, we can't hide out here forever. Sooner or later, we'll have to leave the house, and that's when he'll strike. They live forever, he'll just wait us out. So we gotta get back on the road, keep moving. Get back into the family business, this time, with Lex in training.''
''So, are you going to tell me now, what happened in the laundry, what happened to you today?'' I asked and she shrunk back a little, swallowing thickly. Eventually she nodded, not meeting my eye.
''When I was doing laundry, I saw the cops coming towards your room, towards the laundry, I hid in the supply closet, almost got away with it until my stupid cell phone went off,'' she said and Lex looked more awkward, if that was possible.
''Mom, I'm sorry. I… I forgot to text you, like you told me to. So I called, trying to check in make sure you knew I was alive,'' Lex said and I understood why he looked so uncomfortable. Boy were things about to get worse for the guy.
''Don't worry about it, you were doing what you thought was right, any other circumstance and I would have been thrilled for you to call, don't blame yourself,'' Katie assured him, reaching across the table to squeeze his arm comfortingly.
Leaning back in my chair, I sighed, I wasn't really sure I wanted to know the gritty details. I knew the cop was covered in blood when he came back, it didn't take a genius to figure out why he was bleeding from the crotch. Standing up, I made my way over to the fridge, grabbing a beer and opening it, leaning against the counter instead of going back to sit down. I had to remove myself from things a little bit, Katie was my friend, but I had to treat this like a case, this thing might show up again.
''Lex, I'm not sure I'm comfortable having this conversation with you in the room,'' Katie said with a sigh and he animatedly shook his head.
''No way, if he hurt you again, I need to know,'' he argued and she stared at him for a moment, arms folded across her chest again. She seemed to be arguing with herself, but relented, when Lex's wishes won out.
''Fine, but no normal parent would be talking about this with you, you know that right? These are things you shouldn't know,'' Katie said and he nodded sagely.
''You've never been a normal parent, nothing about this whole situation is normal, who cares. Now give me details,'' he said, slamming his fist on the table for added effect. Poor guy, he was going to regret asking very soon. I was regretting asking.
''When my phone went off, he pulled me out from under the shelf I was in, and started asking questions about you two, I played dumb, the go to, and he seemed pretty convinced that one, I most certainly did speak English, and two, I did know the Aframians,'' she told us. ''Told me I was a sweet little thing, that we could work something out. Of course I told him where to go, but he wasn't interested. Forced me onto my knees, threatened Dean..''
''What?'' I snapped, and she looked at me, brown eyes wide in shock. ''Katie, you didn't…''
''No,'' she affirmed, shaking her head. ''Asked him if he was threatening to kill a man I didn't know just to get laid, asked him how desperate he was. He.. he didn't like that, gave me a good slap. Dragged me across the floor on my knees, cuffed me to the shelves… threatened Dean again. Told him no again, and he forced my mouth open anyway. He mentioned then, that there were a lot of crooked cops out there, but this one wasn't. Said that the cop was screaming in his head to make it stop, didn't want me to go through with it either. This demon, he was possessing a guy, and the guy was awake, just unable to do anything about it. Asked if I remembered him, and then it clicked into place. It was my demon. So I bit down, hard.''
''Why'd he resurface now, of all times?'' Sam asked and I watched Katie shrug.
''We thought he was watching Lex when we finished up on that hunt a year ago,'' I said, shaking my head a little. Taking a deep swig of my beer, I groaned when I realised I'd finished it. Grabbing another out of the fridge, I opened that one too. LarkLair Tejas Dark Ale, good choice. I knew there was a reason I liked Katie. ''He say anything about that?''
''No,'' she said, shaking her head as she stared at her lap. A look of shame washed over her features before she spoke again. ''He uh… I couldn't make him stop at Sam's. I had to give in, the apartment building was on fire, and no one came for me, so I thought you had to be in trouble. That you needed my help. I knew that no matter what, you had my back, that you'd come for me, not just because we're friends, but because you're a good man.''
''Did he… again, did he?'' I asked, feeling a little uncomfortable making this demand. She shook her head and I sighed in relief. ''So what then? What did you give in to? What did he make you do?''
''There's a good reason I smelled like a wine-o the whole car ride back, Dean,'' she told me and I sighed. Of course, the whole reason she went inside in the first place.
''He wanted you to piss yourself?'' I asked and she shrugged.
''Not exactly…'' she mumbled and I felt my eyebrows shoot through my hairline. I always knew demons were sick bastards, but piss play was a new one.
''Gross, watersports?'' Lex bellowed from the table and Katie's face flashed with discomfort. ''Sorry…'' he said, looking down for a moment. ''But seriously?''
''He wanted to drink it,'' she said with a sigh and Sam choked on the beer he was sipping, splattering it all over the parental rights documents he'd been looking over for Lex. ''He… 'cause he was posing as the building manager this time, when I came up the stairs he asked who I was, if I lived there. I… I just told the truth, told him I was there to use one of the resident's bathrooms. He told me I could use the one in the office downstairs. When I walked in he refused to leave and when I tried to, I was just gonna go get Dean, he locked me in, threw me against the tiles and did that weird demon thing where he pinned me to the wall with just his powers.''
''And so he wouldn't let you go until…'' I said, words falling short in my mouth. She nodded.
''At first I told him no, until I heard the fire alarm, till I thought about Sam being trapped upstairs and needing help. I couldn't leave him just to spite the demon. He.. he was pressing down on my bladder, hurting me, and when that didn't work he… Lex I don't want to talk about this with you here, I really don't want…'' she said and he nodded, pushing back the chair. He seemed to realise finally she wouldn't go into details in front of him. She'd already admitted to everything he thought he'd wanted to know, there was no point in him being here, not anymore.
''I'm gonna go upstairs and pack,'' he said, leaving just Sammy and myself in the kitchen with her. She sighed, putting her head in her hand. There was some sniffing and I could tell she was trying to fight against crying.
''He fingered me, dry like the desert, but he… you know the human body… sometimes it just,'' she said and I felt like a knife had been stabbed through my gut. It was taking everything not to smash the beet bottle in my hand on the ground. I was furious. This was my fault.
''Responds,'' Sam said, nodding in sympathetic understanding. ''I studied some cases in my pre law course. Biological response, arousal, it's not the same as consent, Katie, it's not your fault, he wronged you, he hurt you, and that's not okay, but it's not down to you. None of this was your fault.''
''He said I'm his, I belong to him and I'm his to do with what he pleases. He's called Lex his before, like his son, but to me… he treats me like I'm his possession, his toy. He talked about what it was like fucking me, how he watched me grow up, got impatient. Said he had to make sure he got me when I was pure. A virgin. He said he wished he could have waited till I was older, he seems to like the fight, but had to be sure,'' she said and I was pretty sure I'd heard enough. So help me god, she'd never have to see that bastard again. I was almost wanting to give up on chasing the one that killed mom just to gank that son of a bitch. ''He asked me if I wanted to be his princess, a good little girl for daddy.''
''He won't come near you again, I swear,'' I growled, slamming the glass bottle down on the counter just a little too hard, making foam shoot out over the top and spill down the neck.
''I don't know how I got out, when I did what he wanted, he left. Black smoke poured out of the manager's mouth and he left the two of us laying on the floor, and then I was with you… That's weird, right? What the hell happened?''
''I don't know,'' I said, sighing and coming over. Sitting beside her, I put my hand on her thigh. She placed hers over the top of mine and squeezed. ''We'll figure it out, I promise.''
''How upset do you think Lex will be if I pass on all those hunts?'' she asked and I raised a brow. ''My stepdad, he dug up a lot of information on Lex, his house was left to me, but I never went back there, never went through it. He probably still had all that stuff. I gotta know what we're dealing with.''
''Do you want help?'' I asked and she shook her head. ''Katie…''
''You gotta find your dad, he was always good to me. Go to Colorado, find him, when you do, call me. I'll keep you in the loop with this,'' she told me and I sighed again, relenting.
''Alright, but don't you dare go ghost, not after all of this,'' I warned her and she smirked.
''That's really more your move, I did try to find you when I went back to Bobbie's, took eleven years and it was a complete accident,'' she said, grinning and I rolled my eyes.
''Whatever.''