Fic: Hidden in Lies (1/6)
Warnings in the Prologue
Chapter 1
“If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it must be an Incubus”
Dean was glaring down at the boot laces he couldn’t quite seem to pull tight enough. “Damnit Sam, it’s not a fucking Incubus!” was finally blurted out while the Sasquatch blinked up from his computer. “Incubi don’t eat the people they feed from, they may screw them to death but they don’t eat them.”
“Dean, every one of the victims were ‘raped’ according to the reports.”
“That’s another thing,” Dean said after finally finishing with his boots. “You don’t get ‘raped’ by an Incubus. You beg him to fuck you, not even a twisted bastard needs to rape his prey, the damn thing tries to jump him when he’s feeling hungry.”
“Dean, is there something I need to know?” Dean blinked green eyes into focus to see his little brother looking at him worriedly.
Dean shut up; rant ended and looked at the ugly floor attempting to be a forest green color. “Leave it alone Sam, let’s just gank this bitch and move on.”
The red-light district, or at least that’s what this town would deem it, was where they were currently traipsing around. Dean had already turned down a few dozen women trying to either get a date or offer one. Did he really look like a prostitute? He blamed it on his lack of properly eating. He’d gank this bitch, ditch Sammy back at the motel for the night and catch a snack later if anyone in particular catches his eye. The hunter’s eyes rolled at his stomach growling at him. He wasn’t actually hungry but the smell of sex, lust, want all of it was making him hungry.
“Dean, any luck?” Sam shyly pulled himself away from a group of girls, well at least two the other one was a transvestite Dean could tell, and followed after his smaller brother.
“How much for you both?” Sam’s eyes went comedically wide when a meek looking woman suddenly tapped his shoulder to catch their attention.
Dean couldn’t help but smile at his oversized little brother stepping back to use him as a buffer. “Sorry honey, he doesn’t go for women.”
“Hmm, I don’t mind him entertaining you while I watch,” Dean’s smile shattered as something sparked in his eyes, the joke had just gone too far.
Sam was suddenly grabbed by the arm and pulled away from the confused looking woman by a glowering Dean, “Perverted librarians… Let that be a lesson Sammy, you gotta watch out for the innocent looking ones.”
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Dean was the first one into the motel room, he’d been grumbling and bitching the whole time they were heading back from the hunt. The
older hunter still had blood staining his jacket from where he’d had to physically bash in the side of the head of a majorly oversexed Skinwalker they’d found at the end of the trail. “Goddamnit! The fucking thing smelled rank before it was dead and it had to go spraying its pheromone infused blood all over me. Asshole, shoulda showed him what it’s like to be on the other end of a sexually charged demon,” Sam had only heard the first half before Dean kicked his shoes across the room and slammed the bathroom door behind him.
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Dean sighed at the fogged up mirror once he was finished, a towel swiped across it and made his green eyes dull a little at the small horns seen spiking up from his hairline. A dark tail swished and black devil-like wings pulled away from his spine for the first time in what felt like forever to open and stretch carefully within the small room. Somehow, he’d lasted this long without telling anyone, hell even their father hadn’t found him out… He almost wished he’d told him, before. If he had maybe he would still be alive, if he knew what would have helped his son after the wreck maybe… Dean shook his head, causing his wings to snap shut and his wet hair to smack against the small dark horns. He’d need to trim them again or risk not being able to hide them with his weird sex fueled mojo, his claws needed cut and painted again too. The dark color of his natural tones were showing, at least when he painted them they were easier for him to make appear human normal.
“Dean, you okay in there?” Sam knocked softly at the door.
“Yeah, fine,” Dean’s features instantly turned human as he went to open the door. “What’s the matter little brother, gotta pee?” Sam grumbled and shoved Dean’s hand away when he reached up to mess up his hair. The bigger Winchester grumbled and stepped past the smaller, completely not paying attention to the fact that his brother was in nothing but a towel and shut the door behind him. Dean was dressed and umbling a comb through his hair by the time he came back out. “Hope you left the fan on in there,” was called in joking of the time frame his brother had been in the bathroom.
Sam was sitting down on the other bed when Dean saw the look. The ‘I don’t know what’s going on but I’m here’ look. Dean sighed at it and dropped his head. “Dean, about that Incubus thing…”
“Sam,” Dean’s head shook and the serious look was suddenly gone, replaced by the smart ass one he always used to cover everything up with. “Told ya it wasn’t an Incubus, didn’t I?”
“Dean,” that made the older brother want to wince, it was the bitch voice, the one that always followed with the worried puppy dog bitch face.
“Sam, I… I-I’m… a,” Dean kept trying to start it; the damn words seemed to stick in his throat and wouldn’t be said.
“Dean, you okay? You didn’t get bit by the Skinwalker did you?”
Dean couldn’t help it, he laughed. Loud, hard, and pitched high enough to make Sam’s worried eyes dart over his face. “Sam, I’d take turning furry to this any day.” The laughter finally died down enough for Dean to breathe properly. “I wasn’t bit, I’m not a Skinwalker. I’m… I’m an Incubus.” There, it was out, and for some reason Dean felt more naked than if he’d been stripped bare in front of his little brother.
Sam blinked at him, before suddenly laughing, “Dean, I know you’re a womanizing son of a bitch but an Incubus? Come on, don’t tell me that just so you can get a pass for kicking me outa the room every time you decide to bring a girl to the motel.”
Dean was crushed. He’d just told his baby brother his only true secret and he just laughed it off as a joke. He grumbled something about going out and headed for the door, not even bothering with his wallet and just grabbed for the keys to the Impala. “Are you going out to feed on some innocent virgin?” Sam was still chuckling, still thinking it was a joke.
“No Sammy, I don’t do virgins,” the door shut behind him and that was the moment Sam realized he hadn’t been joking. The car was already down the road before he reached the door to call him back.
Dean didn’t come back to the room until nearly dawn, swaying a bit from over indulging. He knew the poor young thing that he’d been with would no doubt be sore for a few days but she’d wanted it long before she’d even laid eyes on him and he was only giving her what she wanted, needed. It took until he looked up at the door he was about to open before the drunken smile faded into a worried frown, then he unlocked the door to see Sam sitting at the table, the glow from the computer the only reason he knew the big oaf had passed out doing research or something of that nature. One look had him trying to keep from whining at the overly dramatized image of an Incubus demon trying to devour a helpless woman, body and soul from the way the creature was clawing into its victim’s chest. “You can’t believe everything you read Sammy,” the giant mumbled at his name before he began to snore. “We’re not all monsters,” Dean reached out and took his little brother under his knees and shoulders, lifting him with little effort and knowing he’d stay asleep, taking him to the empty bed and pulling the blankets over him. “Night Sammy."
Chapter 2