To Die in Love's Embrace Chapter 2
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CHAPTER 2
"Well. This makes how to kill the Banshee problematic." John sat back in his chair, stretching his legs out and sighed.
Sam was going through his notes and nodded. "If it's a ghost, we'll have to figure out who she was, find her grave."
"And if she's something else?" Dean said, honing a knife as he sat on their bed. "What then?"
"If it's a true creature of Faerie, iron should work." Sam smiled at him. "Far as I know all the Sidhe are vulnerable to iron."
"Geek boy." Dean laughed. It never ceased to amaze him how his little brother could keep so much information packed in that little head and pull it out at will.
"Alright." John stood and pulled on his jacket. "I'll head over to the police station. See if I can find any recent deaths that fit the bill."
"She'd have been murdered or died in childbirth." Sam reminded his Dad. John patted his shoulder and smiled.
"Thanks, Sam." John gave Dean a stern look and then tossed him the car keys. "I'll walk over to the station. You." He pointed a finger at the surprised face of his eldest son. "Stay out of trouble and take care of Sammy."
"Yes, sir." Dean grinned and pocketed the keys. He gave an irreverent salute as his father left and closed the door behind him.
"Go on." Sam said and pulled another book from his bag. He smiled up at Dean. "I've got plenty to keep me busy here with research."
Dean watched Sam settle back to read and frowned. "Naw, I'll stay."
"Dude." Sam smirked up at him. "You'll be bored to death. The door and windows are salted." Sam waved an arm. "I'll be fine."
Dean wavered, not wanting to leave Sam alone but finally the itch to do something won out. "Okay. I've got my cell." He patted his pocket. "You need anything, you call and you don't leave the room alone."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Geez, Dean I know the drill."
"That'd be more reassuring if you always followed the drill." Dean laughed and ruffled his hair, making him groan. "I won't stay out long. Might even beat Dad back."
Sam snorted. "Uh huh."
Dean laughed out the door and went to the Impala, sliding behind the wheel. He revved the engine once and put on his shades against the late afternoon sun.
"Let's see what this town has to offer, Baby."
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The sun had set and night was falling hard. Dean had ended up in the little bar on main street he'd seen when they came in. It wasn't much but it had a pool table, a bartender who didn't look too hard at his fake ID and his favorite tunes blasting from the jukebox. He'd hustled a good fifty bucks from an unsuspecting patron and was enjoying a rare beer.
He pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and smiled, taking his phone out and dialing. It rang several times and finally the voice he'd been hoping for answered.
"Kaz? It's Dean. Sammy's big brother." He chuckled and could practically hear her smiling through the phone. "Well I got bored. You said you could show me a thing or two." Dean grinned at the tone in her voice and the obvious attractions she had in mind. "Deland Park. Yeah I can find it. I'll pick you up in ten."
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Dean drove, acutely aware of Kaz in the passenger seat. Her red hair blew gently in the breeze from the window. Her button down shirt was stretched across a chest he had trouble not admiring and her shorts…well. If he crashed it was because he couldn't help but follow the curve of her legs.
"It's just down this way." Kaz pointed to his left and he dutifully turned in past a sign reading Powder Mill Park. She directed him around the curving roads and finally pulled in at what she called the Sand Hill. It was something more than a hill, four or five stories tall at least. It was indeed fronted with sand and stepped with rows of short, wood fences all the way down to hold the sand in place. At its base was a small creek and water wheel lit with its own lights sparkling in the dark. It was beautiful.
Kaz gave him a mischievous smile as he turned off the engine and parked. "So, big brother." She leaned over and ghosted a breath along his jaw, making him shiver.
"Are all the girls here like you?" Dean asked, a little breathless. "Cause high school's not sounding so bad now."
Kaz chuckled. "I'm told I'm fairly unique." She surprised him then, turning and climbed over the seat to the back, giving him a brain numbing view of her rear as she went.
"Got that right." Dean grinned and followed her into the backseat. This beat the hell out of hustling more pool.
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Sam stretched in the uncomfortable chair and sighed. Dad and Dean had been gone for a few hours. He stood and bent until the kinks in his back popped and then grabbed his books, tossing them on Dean's bed. He turned the TV on to have some company and dug a granola bar out of his bag.
Sam had a feeling Dean had called Kaz and smirked. She's struck him as being a match for his big brother, not the usual naïve townie Dean often chased after. He hoped someone would come back soon, it was getting on to dinner time. Sam rolled on the bed into the pile of books and then yelped in surprise at the sudden pain in his arm.
"What?" He gasped and scrambled off the bed. A long line of red glistened on his left forearm. He clapped his hand over it and shoved his books aside. "Ah crap." Sam groaned. He hadn't bothered to look and Dean's knife and whetstone had still been lying on the bed. Sam had unknowingly covered them up when he'd thrown the books on the bed. "Dammit." The cut on his arm felt on fire and blood was beginning to drip between his fingers to the floor. He considered calling Dean or his Dad and then shook his head. It wasn't that bad really. He didn't want to be berated for not looking before he leaped like a child.
"I can handle this." Sam said to reassure himself. He dripped into the bathroom and grabbed the nearest towel, pressing it to the lengthwise gash on his arm.
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Dean wrapped his arms around Kaz's bare waist, hugging her to his chest. Her moans and the little whimper when he bit gently at her neck were driving him mad. Most of the girls he got in the back seat wanted reassurances and pretty lies. Kaz only wanted what he did; fun. Passion. It was refreshing and exciting and he groaned appreciatively as she shifted her hips.
Kaz arched her back until the back of her head rested on the front seat. Dean, never one to miss an opportunity, bent his own head to take advantage of what was offered.
"Holy crap." Kaz panted, breathless. She dug her fingers into his short hair as he chuckled against her skin and rocked her in his lap, making her cry out.
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Dean lay across the back seat, propped up with Kaz tumbled on top of him as they re-learned how to breathe.
"Hope we…get to do this…again before you leave town." Kaz managed and laughed as he did.
"Not sure we'd survive but hey I'm game." Dean carded his fingers through her hair, enjoying the feel of it. He looked out the windshield at the Sand Hill and jerked in surprise.
"What?" Kaz said and looked up at him. She followed his wide eyed gaze and then smiled. "Don't worry about him. He's harmless."
At the crown of the Sand Hill, poised against the trees and the night sky stood a white figure glowing softly in the dark.
"Wait." Dean pushed them both up to get a better look and then glanced down at her. "You know what that is, right?"
"Ghost." Kaz laughed. "There's a few of them around here." She looked back up the hill. "Like I said, he's harmless. Pissed but harmless. He pops up to scare tourists mostly."
Dean looked down at her with surprise and new respect and began to understand why he'd been so attracted to her. He shook his head with a smile and brushed a hand through her hair. "They're right about you. You are unique." Kaz chuckled at that and started sorting through their clothes.
Dean resisted the urge to go investigate the spook. One, he didn't have backup and two, he was busy. He'd tell Dad about the haunted park later.
"Better get me home." Kaz pulled on her shirt and then leaned against his chest to steal a steamy kiss. "Mmm have to work tomorrow. Dammit." She pulled back and gave him the crooked smile he was becoming fond of.
Dean huffed a happy breath and toed his jeans from the floor. "Yeah I should get back to Sammy." Dean grinned widely when she climbed back into the front seat. "Yowza." He said softly and hitched his pants up with a sigh. If not for his little brother, he'd have given the ghost another show.
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Dean bounced through the motel room door humming a happy tune and tossed the keys on the dresser. "I'm back, Sammy!" He called when he saw the bathroom door closed. He heard a muffled reply and grinned. It'd been a good night. He sat on the edge of Dad's bed and pulled his boots off. He dropped them to the floor and then stared, eyes wide at what could only be blood. He jumped to his feet seeing more of it on the bed and saw his knife, a red stain on its blade, lying among the pile of books.
"Oh shit. Sammy!" Dean ran to the bathroom. He didn't knock. He threw open the door and felt his heart leap into his throat. Sam sat on the floor with his left arm propped on the toilet. It was wrapped in a red stained towel and his pale face and glazed, blue green eyes came up to meet Dean's.
"It's not that bad, Dean." Sammy said weakly. "Honest."
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CHAPTER 2
"Well. This makes how to kill the Banshee problematic." John sat back in his chair, stretching his legs out and sighed.
Sam was going through his notes and nodded. "If it's a ghost, we'll have to figure out who she was, find her grave."
"And if she's something else?" Dean said, honing a knife as he sat on their bed. "What then?"
"If it's a true creature of Faerie, iron should work." Sam smiled at him. "Far as I know all the Sidhe are vulnerable to iron."
"Geek boy." Dean laughed. It never ceased to amaze him how his little brother could keep so much information packed in that little head and pull it out at will.
"Alright." John stood and pulled on his jacket. "I'll head over to the police station. See if I can find any recent deaths that fit the bill."
"She'd have been murdered or died in childbirth." Sam reminded his Dad. John patted his shoulder and smiled.
"Thanks, Sam." John gave Dean a stern look and then tossed him the car keys. "I'll walk over to the station. You." He pointed a finger at the surprised face of his eldest son. "Stay out of trouble and take care of Sammy."
"Yes, sir." Dean grinned and pocketed the keys. He gave an irreverent salute as his father left and closed the door behind him.
"Go on." Sam said and pulled another book from his bag. He smiled up at Dean. "I've got plenty to keep me busy here with research."
Dean watched Sam settle back to read and frowned. "Naw, I'll stay."
"Dude." Sam smirked up at him. "You'll be bored to death. The door and windows are salted." Sam waved an arm. "I'll be fine."
Dean wavered, not wanting to leave Sam alone but finally the itch to do something won out. "Okay. I've got my cell." He patted his pocket. "You need anything, you call and you don't leave the room alone."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Geez, Dean I know the drill."
"That'd be more reassuring if you always followed the drill." Dean laughed and ruffled his hair, making him groan. "I won't stay out long. Might even beat Dad back."
Sam snorted. "Uh huh."
Dean laughed out the door and went to the Impala, sliding behind the wheel. He revved the engine once and put on his shades against the late afternoon sun.
"Let's see what this town has to offer, Baby."
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The sun had set and night was falling hard. Dean had ended up in the little bar on main street he'd seen when they came in. It wasn't much but it had a pool table, a bartender who didn't look too hard at his fake ID and his favorite tunes blasting from the jukebox. He'd hustled a good fifty bucks from an unsuspecting patron and was enjoying a rare beer.
He pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and smiled, taking his phone out and dialing. It rang several times and finally the voice he'd been hoping for answered.
"Kaz? It's Dean. Sammy's big brother." He chuckled and could practically hear her smiling through the phone. "Well I got bored. You said you could show me a thing or two." Dean grinned at the tone in her voice and the obvious attractions she had in mind. "Deland Park. Yeah I can find it. I'll pick you up in ten."
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Dean drove, acutely aware of Kaz in the passenger seat. Her red hair blew gently in the breeze from the window. Her button down shirt was stretched across a chest he had trouble not admiring and her shorts…well. If he crashed it was because he couldn't help but follow the curve of her legs.
"It's just down this way." Kaz pointed to his left and he dutifully turned in past a sign reading Powder Mill Park. She directed him around the curving roads and finally pulled in at what she called the Sand Hill. It was something more than a hill, four or five stories tall at least. It was indeed fronted with sand and stepped with rows of short, wood fences all the way down to hold the sand in place. At its base was a small creek and water wheel lit with its own lights sparkling in the dark. It was beautiful.
Kaz gave him a mischievous smile as he turned off the engine and parked. "So, big brother." She leaned over and ghosted a breath along his jaw, making him shiver.
"Are all the girls here like you?" Dean asked, a little breathless. "Cause high school's not sounding so bad now."
Kaz chuckled. "I'm told I'm fairly unique." She surprised him then, turning and climbed over the seat to the back, giving him a brain numbing view of her rear as she went.
"Got that right." Dean grinned and followed her into the backseat. This beat the hell out of hustling more pool.
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Sam stretched in the uncomfortable chair and sighed. Dad and Dean had been gone for a few hours. He stood and bent until the kinks in his back popped and then grabbed his books, tossing them on Dean's bed. He turned the TV on to have some company and dug a granola bar out of his bag.
Sam had a feeling Dean had called Kaz and smirked. She's struck him as being a match for his big brother, not the usual naïve townie Dean often chased after. He hoped someone would come back soon, it was getting on to dinner time. Sam rolled on the bed into the pile of books and then yelped in surprise at the sudden pain in his arm.
"What?" He gasped and scrambled off the bed. A long line of red glistened on his left forearm. He clapped his hand over it and shoved his books aside. "Ah crap." Sam groaned. He hadn't bothered to look and Dean's knife and whetstone had still been lying on the bed. Sam had unknowingly covered them up when he'd thrown the books on the bed. "Dammit." The cut on his arm felt on fire and blood was beginning to drip between his fingers to the floor. He considered calling Dean or his Dad and then shook his head. It wasn't that bad really. He didn't want to be berated for not looking before he leaped like a child.
"I can handle this." Sam said to reassure himself. He dripped into the bathroom and grabbed the nearest towel, pressing it to the lengthwise gash on his arm.
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Dean wrapped his arms around Kaz's bare waist, hugging her to his chest. Her moans and the little whimper when he bit gently at her neck were driving him mad. Most of the girls he got in the back seat wanted reassurances and pretty lies. Kaz only wanted what he did; fun. Passion. It was refreshing and exciting and he groaned appreciatively as she shifted her hips.
Kaz arched her back until the back of her head rested on the front seat. Dean, never one to miss an opportunity, bent his own head to take advantage of what was offered.
"Holy crap." Kaz panted, breathless. She dug her fingers into his short hair as he chuckled against her skin and rocked her in his lap, making her cry out.
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Dean lay across the back seat, propped up with Kaz tumbled on top of him as they re-learned how to breathe.
"Hope we…get to do this…again before you leave town." Kaz managed and laughed as he did.
"Not sure we'd survive but hey I'm game." Dean carded his fingers through her hair, enjoying the feel of it. He looked out the windshield at the Sand Hill and jerked in surprise.
"What?" Kaz said and looked up at him. She followed his wide eyed gaze and then smiled. "Don't worry about him. He's harmless."
At the crown of the Sand Hill, poised against the trees and the night sky stood a white figure glowing softly in the dark.
"Wait." Dean pushed them both up to get a better look and then glanced down at her. "You know what that is, right?"
"Ghost." Kaz laughed. "There's a few of them around here." She looked back up the hill. "Like I said, he's harmless. Pissed but harmless. He pops up to scare tourists mostly."
Dean looked down at her with surprise and new respect and began to understand why he'd been so attracted to her. He shook his head with a smile and brushed a hand through her hair. "They're right about you. You are unique." Kaz chuckled at that and started sorting through their clothes.
Dean resisted the urge to go investigate the spook. One, he didn't have backup and two, he was busy. He'd tell Dad about the haunted park later.
"Better get me home." Kaz pulled on her shirt and then leaned against his chest to steal a steamy kiss. "Mmm have to work tomorrow. Dammit." She pulled back and gave him the crooked smile he was becoming fond of.
Dean huffed a happy breath and toed his jeans from the floor. "Yeah I should get back to Sammy." Dean grinned widely when she climbed back into the front seat. "Yowza." He said softly and hitched his pants up with a sigh. If not for his little brother, he'd have given the ghost another show.
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Dean bounced through the motel room door humming a happy tune and tossed the keys on the dresser. "I'm back, Sammy!" He called when he saw the bathroom door closed. He heard a muffled reply and grinned. It'd been a good night. He sat on the edge of Dad's bed and pulled his boots off. He dropped them to the floor and then stared, eyes wide at what could only be blood. He jumped to his feet seeing more of it on the bed and saw his knife, a red stain on its blade, lying among the pile of books.
"Oh shit. Sammy!" Dean ran to the bathroom. He didn't knock. He threw open the door and felt his heart leap into his throat. Sam sat on the floor with his left arm propped on the toilet. It was wrapped in a red stained towel and his pale face and glazed, blue green eyes came up to meet Dean's.
"It's not that bad, Dean." Sammy said weakly. "Honest."
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