Fic: Embrace Our Silent Dreams - Ch. 7
Title: Embrace Our Silent Dreams
Author: Kyra
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don’t own it! If I did, I probably wouldn’t be writing fanfiction.
Summary: When Angel goes missing, Connor calls a friend from school for help and is shocked when the man who left footprints in his heart shows up as well.
Pairing: Connor/Dean, possible Sam/Dawn
Spoilers: Spn, Anything up to ‘Provenance’ is fair game. BtVS/Ats, Series Finales for both shows and completely ignores the comics, cos I don’t read them.
Warnings: SLASH!!! You have been warned; don’t like it, don’t read.
Chapter 7: Talks
“Not just yet. You and I need to have a talk.”
Dean looked down at Dawn. He still didn’t quite know what to make of the expression on her face, but he was fairly certain it probably didn’t mean anything good for him. “About what?” He asked glancing up to see Connor disappear at the top of the stairs.
“Oh, I think you know what,” She replied not taking her eyes off Dean’s face. She nodded back toward the couch, “Sit.”
Dean scowled, “I’m not a damn dog.”
Dawn merely raised an eyebrow and waited for him to sit down.
He rolled his eyes and sat back down, leaning back casually and looking up at her. “There, you happy?” He asked sarcastically.
“Not completely, but it’s a start.” She stared at him for a moment, scrutinizing him, before sitting down on the opposite couch. “So, you and Connor, huh?”
“That’s none of your business,” Dean replied firmly, looking her in the eye.
“Now, see, that’s where I disagree. Connor’s like a brother to me and I adore him. I tend to be a bit protective of him as well. So, that kinda makes it my business. What exactly is it that you want with my brother?” Dawn asked, a fiercely protective look in her eyes.
“What do I want with him?” Dean asked; he really didn’t want to have this conversation, but he was pretty sure there was no getting out of it.
Dawn nodded. “Yes. What do you want with Connor? And are you going to just leave when this is all over? Because I’ll tell you right now, if you hurt him I will hunt you down, rip off your arms and use them to beat you within an inch of your life, rip out your spine and wear it as a belt. Are we clear?” Dawn voice was deadly soft and her blue-grey eyes were hard as steel by the time she finished.
Dean gulped and nodded, his eyes a bit wide. “That was…vivid,” He said.
Dawn smirked, “A vague disclaimer is nobody’s friend.”
“Right.”
“So tell me, what do you want with Connor?” Dawn asked again.
Dean looked into Dawn’s hard protective gaze and knew he wouldn’t get away with anything less than the complete truth. He groaned, this was about to turn into a chick flick moment. Damn it! “I want Connor,” He stated. “That’s it. Connor. I want whatever he’s willing to give me; nothing more, nothing less. I have no intentions of hurting him. I can’t promise I won’t, but if I do, it won’t be on purpose. And just to let you know, I never wanted to leave him last year. I thought I had to. I was trying to protect him; I didn’t want to drag him into my world. I haven’t been able to get him out of my head ever since that night, and now that I have another chance, I’m gonna grab it with both hands and hold on tight.”
Dawn stared into Dean’s blazing green eyes seeing the truth in them. After a moment she nodded and her eyes softened once more. “I believe you,” She said, “But remember; you hurt him, I hurt you. And I’d have help.”
Dean nodded. “I’ll consider myself warned.”
Dawn nodded and headed for the stairs, Dean right behind her. “You do that,” She replied.
They got upstairs and walked down the hallway for a moment before stopping, Dean’s room on one side and Connor’s on the other. Dawn turned to look at Dean, “Oh, and try not to make too much noise; your brother and I are both just a few doors down the hall. And I’m guessing that Sam doesn’t know about you two yet; so you might wanna wait until after you tell him.” With that Dawn smiled at him and headed down the hall and disappeared into one of the other rooms, the door closing softly behind her.
Dean stared at the door to his room for a moment before turning and knocking softly on Connor’s door. A couple seconds later the door opened to reveal Connor, still fully dressed.
“Hey,” Connor said as he stepped back and opened the door further, motioning for Dean to come in but not issuing a verbal invitation. After the other man came in he closed the door with a soft ‘click’ and made his way over to the bed at sat down on the edge.
Dean stared at the spot next to Connor for a moment before sighing moving Connor’s desk chair so that it was close to the bed and sitting down.
“So, you got the shovel speech?” Connor asked with a grin.
“Shovel speech?” Dean asked confused.
Connor looked surprised. “You mean Dawn didn’t threaten to beat you to death with a shovel if you hurt me?”
“Uh, no, Dean said, “She threatened to rip off my arms, use them to beat me to within an inch of my life and then rip out my spine and wear it as a belt if I ever hurt you.”
Connor chuckled, “Yeah, that sounds like Dawn. Willow’s normally the one who threatens to use the shovel. Even though she could come up with much scarier threats, and back them up, too. I think the shovel speech has sentimental value though.”
“Sentimental value?” Dean shook his head. “Willow’s the witch, right?”
Connor nodded, “Yeah. She’s wicked powerful, too. She could destroy the world if she wanted to; she’s the one that activated the whole Slayer line and she’s restored my dad’s soul twice. That was the first spell she ever did. She was fifteen and her first spell was restoring a vampire’s soul; that’s some major magic, not just anyone can do it.”
“Wow,” Dean said, looking impressed. “I’m still curious about that you know. How the hell does a vampire have a kid? And what exactly does that make you, anyway?” At this point he just looked curious as he looked at Connor.
Connor sighed and flopped back onto the bed. “Like I said, it’s this whole big thing. I’ll tell you about all of it some other time but for know I can tell you the basics. Actually, my parents aren’t really the complicated part, my life is. But I’ll tell you about that some other time.” He turned onto his side so that he was facing Dean and propped his head up on his hand. “You know that my dad’s a vampire. But so was my mom. Her name was Darla and she was his Sire. He staked her about a year after moving to Sunnydale, for Buffy. A few years later, this evil law firm, Wolfram and Hart, managed to bring her back in order to screw with my dad. I don’t really know the details. But when they brought her back, she was human. The first time she was human she was dying when she was turned; and now that she was human again, she was dying again. She didn’t want to die and went out and tried to get vamped again, but Dad wouldn’t let her. He did these trials and fought to get her a second chance; thing is, that was her second chance. Just as she had accepted that and decided to make the best of what was left of her life, a lawyer from Wolfram and Hart showed up with Drusilla, a vampire that my dad had sired. They incapacitated my dad and made him watch as Dru turned my mom again. My dad went kinda crazy after a little while and ended up sleeping with my mom; he didn’t lose his soul though, it wasn’t perfect happiness, it was perfect despair. My mom took off and left the city for a while. When she came back nine months later, she was pregnant with me. I was driving her insane; she didn’t have a soul, but I did and it was affecting her. Anyway, when she went into labor she realized that because she was a vampire, her body was incapable of giving birth and it was killing me. So, she staked herself; she sacrificed herself so that I could be born. We don’t know how it was possible for her to even get pregnant; neither of them should have been able to have kids and yet, here I am.”
“Wow, so both of your parents were vampires?” Dean asked. “What does that make you? I mean, I know you’re not a vamp, you’re warm and you breathe and I’ve felt your pulse race.”
“I’m human,” Connor replied. “I just have a few…enhanced abilities. I’m faster and stronger than a normal human and have better eyesight, hearing, and sense of smell. I don’t get hurt as easily and I heal almost as fast as a vamp. Basically, I have all the perks of being a vampire, but none of the drawbacks. I have a soul, I don’t need blood, I can go out in the sun, crosses and holy water don’t affect me and I don’t need an invite to go into a private dwelling…Is the fact that my parents are vampires going to be a problem?” Connor looked slightly nervous as he asked his question.
Dean looked at Connor and stood up from the desk chair, moving to lie down next to the other man, turning on his side so they were facing one another. He reached out and brushed Connor’s hair back as he stared into his eyes. “No,” He said softly, “It doesn’t matter. Not your fault your parents are vamps. It doesn’t change anything. I mean sure, once it all sinks in I’ll probably freak, but I’ll get over it.” He paused to grin for a moment, “Besides, I can think of some interesting uses for your...enhancements.”
Connor laughed as he rolled back onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. Moments later Dean’s face appeared in his sight, grin still in place. “Really?” Connor asked slyly, “What kind of uses?”
Dean’s grin grew wider. “Hmmm, why don’t I show you?” he asked before leaning down and capturing Connor’s lips in a kiss.
Connor moaned into the kiss, his arms coming up to wrap around Dean’s neck.
Dean shifted so that he was half-on top on Connor and slipped his hands under Connor’s shirt as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along the seam of the smaller man’s mouth; quickly slipping it inside the instant Connor opened his mouth.
Connor’s hands slid down over Dean’s shoulders to his back and then further down to the hem of his white t-shirt. He slipped his hands under the soft material and ran them back up Dean’s back, bringing the shirt up with them. When he got the shirt up to Dean’s arms, he gently tugged at it until Dean lifted up, reluctantly breaking their kiss, and pulled the shirt completely off. As Dean finished removing his shirt Connor leaned up slightly and started kissing and licking at Dean’s chest, his hands once more running over his back.
Dean moaned as he felt Connor’s mouth on his chest and quickly finished getting rid of his shirt, tossing it over the edge of the bed. He reached down and tugged Connor’s shirt up and over his head, dropping it down to join his own shirt on the floor. Dean settled his body more firmly over Connor’s, resting most of his weight on top of him. He looked down at the half-vampire to make sure this was okay, that he wasn’t too heavy.
Connor groaned and pulled Dean closer as he felt the other man’s weight settle more fully on top of him. He leaned up and once more captured Dean’s mouth with his own, snaking his tongue into Dean’s mouth.
Dean ran his hands over the now-bare expanse of Connor’s chest then moved his hands up, burying them in Connor’s hair as he deepened the kiss, chasing Connor’s tongue back into the warmth of the younger man’s mouth.
Connor slid his hands down Dean’s back and around over his stomach; he gently stroked over Dean’s abs for a moment before slipping a hand down between their bodies, inside Dean’s pants, gently touching the older man’s erection.
Dean jerked his mouth away from Connor’s with a strangled half-moan, half-gasp. “Oh God, Connor,” He gasped. He let out a low moan as he felt Connor’s fingers curl around his cock. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this! “Connor, Baby. We have to stop,” He said, his voice tight.
Connor froze and looked up at Dean, taking in the pained look on the other man’s face. “What?” He asked completely confused.
Dean looked into Connor’s eyes. “We have to stop,” He said. “If we don’t stop now, then we won’t stop at all. I don’t want to, believe me, I really don’t. But also want to actually tell Sam about us before he ends up hearing us having sex.”
Connor chuckled and leaned up to press a quick kiss to Dean’s lips before dropping his head back down onto the bed as he released the other man’s erection, slowly pulling his hand back out of Dean’s pants and placing it lightly on the other man’s hip. “I understand,” He said. “Don’t worry about it. We can continue this after you tell Sam.”
Dean groaned as he let his head drop down into the crook between Connor’s neck and shoulder. “Do you think he’d be pissed if I went in and woke him up to tell him now?” He asked, his voice muffled against Connor’s neck.
Connor laughed out loud. “Probably,” He replied as he ran one hand through Dean’s hair and the other over his back.
“Damn it.”
Connor laughed again as he nudged Dean in the side making him look up. He kissed him softly, gently deepening the kiss but keeping it slow and controlled, not letting it get too heated. After a moment he pulled back and looked into Dean’s lust-darkened green eyes. “You should probably head back over to your room,” He said regretfully. “If you don’t we might not wait to finish this.”
Dean sighed but nodded, knowing Connor was right. He slowly lifted himself off of Connor and the bed, standing up. He leaned over and picked up his t-shirt as Connor stood up as well and the two walked over to the door. “'Night,” He said as he kissed Connor one last time before slipping out the door and across the hall.
Connor watched him cross the hall and as Dean stepped into the other room, he called out to him softly, a smile in his voice, “Goodnight, Green Eyes.”