Motor Oil and Jumper Cables
Motor Oil and Jumper Cables
by Onyx Wildcat
Wordcount: 10,250
Rating: R
Pairing: Monte/Dean, Onyx/Sam
Warnings: Comedy, Language, Drama, Violence, Sex
Spoilers: None really
Feedback: Give it to me baby...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that pertains to the Show Supernatural. This is merely for non-profit entertainment for other writers/readers who enjoy the 'What If' pondering when thinking of Supernatural and all it's Supernatural goodness. Also, Monte belongs to Monte and Onyx belongs to...well me. So there!
Onyx's Note: This is purely Monte's fault. We throw a joke around about Jumper Cables because let's face it, I'm just that twisted... So I thought up a goofy-ass'd comedy involving Me and Monte in a story with the boys... Well, it seems Monte's evil plot bunnies brain-washed my evil plot gremlins and BOOM! A short story became a long story about me and Monte's mis-adventures with the Winchesters.
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Introductions Abound
“Dude I can’t believe you threw a poptart at that guy!”
She gave her friend a flat look. “He looked at me funny.”
“Onyx...he was checking you out!” She spat, hands flailing comically in emphasis.
“Monte,” Onyx began and was about to go off on a tangent when she saw her friend go rigid. “Yo, earth to Monte...” She waved her hand in front of her friend’s face and noticed there was no response. “Dude what the hell...”
“SHH!” Monte exclaimed while clamping her hand over Onyx’s mouth with an audible Thwap. “Very quietly, turn and look right behind you.” She said and met Onyx’s narrowed eyes. “I’m serious,” she whispered and pulled her hand away. “Trust me on this, ‘kay?”
Onyx sighed and turned not so subtly and heard her jaw make a thump sound as it hit the floor.
Two very, very good looking young men stood at the other end of the coffee shop.
“I call dibs on the short one.” Monte exclaimed under her breath and caught Onyx’s wide eyed expression. “What?”
Onyx shook her head to clear the dumb founded look on her face and took a deep breath. “Fine, you can have the short one.” She squeaked, stopped, made a face that Monte snorted at, cleared her throat and tried again. “Wait a sec...” Her voice trailed off as she turned and took a second look at the two standing very out of place at the other end of the coffee shop, near the double doors.
It hit her, like a small bug getting zapped in the blinding shininess of a porch light, she recognized their faces.
Onyx spun around to Monte, a devilish grin devouring her lips.
Monte stopped gawking and was brought out of her drooling-over-a-cute-boy stooper by the evil emanating from Onyx’s smile. “Oh god what are you thinking...” Monte said in a small, scared voice, knowing that whatever was running around in Onyx’s mind was soo not a hamster. Hell, she was pretty sure that whatever It was, probably thrashed the wheel and ATE the hamster.
“You don’t recognize them?” Onyx said in a calm voice which would have seemed to any other ‘normal’ person that she was sane... Unless you were Monte, who knew the difference between ‘normal’ and freakin’ crazy.
Monte made a scrunchy face, indicating that she was thinking hard and gave the boys another once over, except this time, no drooling. “Well...yea, actually. They are familiar.” She brought her eyes back to Onyx, “I’m missing something, aren’t I?”
Onyx smirked and contained her need to giggle like a maniacal evil genius. “Those two over there,” Onyx leaned forward so she could whisper to Monte without being overheard at their little table in the corner of the coffee shop. “The one you claimed, is Dean Winchester and the taller one is his baby brother, Sam.”
It took Monte a moment to put two and two together, and when she did, her jaw did the drop and her eyes widened like a deer in headlights. “Holy fucking shit...”
Onyx nodded and took a sip of her black coffee. Normally she’d drink it with milk and sugar, but for some reason that morning, she wanted it as black as pitch and as strong as rocket fuel. Guess she knew she’d needed.
“Oh my god...” Monte said breathlessly while trying to put her jaw back in place. “The Winchester boys.”
Onyx nodded, “Exactly. The Hunters we’ve been told to watch out for.”
Monte raised a brow at that. “I don’t remember hearing that they were this good looking.”
“Well it was Gordon who told us.” Onyx replied and scoffed at the thought of that crazy son-of-a-bitch. “The guy was a fuckin’ nut job.”
Monte visibly shivered. “He creeped me the fuck out.” She shook her head and took a drink of her sweet tea. The cool liquid hit the spot, giving her a second to close her eyes and enjoy the peaceful moment...
Until...
“Hello ladies,” a deep, rasp of a voice chimed to their right, holding a coffee in his right hand. “Hate to interrupt such an interesting conversation but me and my brother Sammy over here,” he nodded his head toward the taller Winchester behind him, “would like it if we could sit with you. Wha’da ya say?”
Monte just about spewed sweet tea all over Onyx, the table and herself but managed to choke it back and set the tea down before she did something graceful.
Onyx shook her head with a smile at poor Monte close to loosing her marbles and gave her eyes to Dean. “Sure thing, have a seat... Mr.?” As soon as she said it Monte shot her a look that said, “Oh My God Woman! What the Hell Are You Thinking!?!”
“Winchester, Dean Winchester.” Dean replied with a grin and Sam rolled his eyes at the ‘James Bond’ moment.
“I’m Onyx and this is Monte,” Onyx replied motioning to Monte hiding behind her cup of sweet tea across the small table.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Sam said in a deep lull of a voice as he sat next to Onyx, his brother Dean flipping his chair backwards and sitting comfortably next to Monte, a grin on his handsome face. “We weren’t eavesdropping or anything, but we overheard you mention someone by the name of Gordon.”
Monte choked with a squeak and turned a bright shade of red as she covered her face with hand, hoping to the gods that they wouldn’t notice.
Dean did and he lapped it up by scooting even closer to her, his eyes bright, his smile just as devilish as Onyx’s as he looked at her trying to hide behind her hand.
Onyx chuckled softly and brought her eyes to Sam, leaving poor Monte to her fate. “Yea we said Gordon.”
Sam seemed to shift uncomfortably under the heavy stare of suspicion Onyx was giving him. “I realize he could be anyone... But did he by any chance, drive a classic car?”
Onyx didn’t change her expression, she gave him cold hard cop eyes. “Maybe, what color?”
Sam furrowed his brow, wondering how it went from him asking her questions to her flipping it around, interrogating him. Scary. “Red.” His voice was softer when he said it and got a curious look from his brother who was resting his chin on his hand, body completely turned toward the still cowering Monte.
Onyx looked over to Monte, who was gradually dropping her hand at a snail’s pace and watched as her friend swallowed back her shyness. They shared a silent moment of understanding that these Winchester boys were going to be hanging around for a while. And from what their silent eyes said to each other, said clearly...that they were soo not happy about it.
Two Hours Later
Introductions aside, the girls revealed to the brothers that they themselves, were fellow Hunters of a larger group of woman spread out over the United States and parts of Europe. They all congregated once a month on a website where they shared information and chatted to keep things light. When Dean made a low comment under his breath about porn, Onyx was the one that smacked his arm and gave him a dirty look.
Monte’s eyes widened at Onyx’s sudden outburst and cleared her throat, trying to sway the two staring at each other like they were about to get into a fist fight. “Kids, play nice.” She said softly, looking to Sam who also shared her look of, ‘Oh Crap’.
“The Hell was that for?” Dean spat and rubbed the afflicted area that actually stung from the impact of her little hand socking his flesh.
Onyx narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s not a porn site, that’s what.”
You could tell by the way they faced each other that they really were on the verge of a bitch fight.
So Sam and Monte decided to intervene.
Monte, pulling that cast iron courage out, pushed herself between the two and faced Dean with a goofy smile on her face.
He blinked, looked down into her eyes and found himself lost for a moment. It finally clicked in his brain at how truly beautiful she was, especially when she smiled. Suddenly the fight fizzled out of him and he was left standing there, mimicking the stupid smile like a love-sick-school-girl.
Onyx was still pissed. How dare he even conceive that just because they were a group of women that they secretly ran a porn site. The nerve of that cocky bastard...
Her thoughts were stopped in mid reel when Sam stood in front of her, blocking her view of Monte getting in front of Dean. She glared up from her five foot four frame into his six foot four stature and met his eyes. Sure, his chest was damn near face level with her angry expression, but just because he was tall didn’t mean she couldn’t kick the ever livin’ shit outta him. Onyx had some temper issues...and it wasn’t because she was short.
“What?” She snapped at Sam, her voice clipped with irritation, her shoulders tensed with the need to hit someone.
Sam worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, trying to figure out what to say that would calm the fire burning in her eyes. But then he realized something...she was actually really cute when she was angry. Like a pissed off kitten trying to beat up a basketball for being too big to play with.
Onyx’s angry eyes shifted to confusion at the amusement in Sam’s handsome face. “Stop looking at me like that, it’s creepy.”
“Sorry,” Sam said in a muffled voice, trying to not chuckle at her expression. “You’re just...” He made a face that reminded Onyx of a young puppy cocking its head to the side.
Onyx tried to hold onto her anger but was failing, so she crossed her arms tightly beneath her breasts and stomped her foot. “I’m just, what?”
Sam gave that sweet, adorable, dimpled smile and sighed. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”
As soon as he said it, Monte spun around. “Oh no...” She said under her breath and Dean leaned close to her ear.
“She’ll go ballistic if she’s called cute?” Dean whispered and watched Monte shiver first, then nod a little too quickly. He took that as a bad sign. “So what do we do?”
Monte tried to ignore the heat of his breath along her neck and got her hormones in check. “You distract her so I can pull Sam away before she swings a punch.” She whispered back, thankful that her voice didn’t come out as a squeak.
Dean was taken aback by what she just said. The image of a chick knocking out his six foot four baby brother was just priceless. He was almost sad about stopping it from happening. An opportunity to tease his brother about being decked by a pissed of chick half his size was too good to be true.
Dean didn’t get a chance to think it out any further when Monte pushed herself between Sam and Onyx and noticed the small switch in her friend’s eyes that seemed to click off. Not good.
“Hey Sam, you know anything about a Kishi Demon?” Monte exclaimed while pulling Sam away from Onyx, allowing Dean to take Sam’s place.
“I think I’ve heard of it, an Angola Demon species right?” Sam replied, faintly aware of Dean trying to calm Onyx down with really bad jokes.
“So this priest walks into a bar...”
“What are doing?”
Dean stopped and pursed his lips together to speak, one brow arched when he closed his mouth and slumped his shoulders in defeat. “Tellin’ a joke.”
Onyx quirked a brow. “No you’re not.” She said frankly and grew a very unpleasant smile. “You’re distracting me.”
Dean was gettin’ a little fed up with her attitude. “Look lady, don’t know what crawled up your ass and lodged itself there, but do us all a favor and lighten the hell up.”
She canted her head to the side, “Sure thing, short bus. How about you start by apologizing.”
Dean looked like he’d been shocked in the ass with a thousand volt battery. “Apologize? You’re kiddin’, right?” He scoffed and noticed that she was indeed serious. “How can I apologize when I don’t even know if, and I mean if, I did something wrong? Haven’t you ever heard of bridge under the water?”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s water under the bridge.” Onyx corrected and shook her head.
He opened his mouth, closed it and made a face. “Whatever, same damn difference,” he dismissed the correction with wave of his hand. “Just the same. You need to calm the fuck down, relax and just have a good time.” Dean glanced over at his baby brother conversing with Monte over his laptop about Demons. “Take that friend of yours, Monte for instance. She was nervous before but now she’s nice and calm.” Dean brought his eyes back to Onyx. “Why can’t you be more like her?”
Onyx just stood there, staring into his hazel green eyes and realized something. She could stay pissed and plot her revenge but remain as aloof as her good ole friend Monte, and no one would ever know the difference...
Oh how the wheels of evil began to turn...
The foursome had teamed up and found themselves in the middle of some dark stretch of woods somewhere deep in wild Oregon country searching for an elusive Kishi Demon that had been killing and devouring young women.
A text from ‘A FIELD GUIDE TO DEMONS, FAIRIES, FALLEN ANGELS & OTHER SUBVERSIVE SPIRITS’ by CAROL K. MACK & DINAH MACK was read by Onyx...
“The Kishi Demon is a two-faced male hill species. His forward countenance is a human in features and quite attractive. This is the face that tricks its female victim. The rear face is hidden by long, thick hair. It has the features of a hyena. Its waiting mouth holds long, sharp teeth, and a jaw so powerful it cannot be pried off its meal by any means.
It is the human face of the Kishi that insinuates itself as a potential boyfriend, and in addition the Kishi is a smooth talker, a great raconteur who lures with ease. He often attends village dances, invites his intended meal out to dinner, and when the time is right turns his head around and devours her.”
She paused and closed the book, thoughts filling her mind. “So we’re lookin’ for a good lookin’, long haired, sweet talker that’s been visiting the nearby bars and clubs.”
“As far as I can tell, we’ve seen only one bar since we’ve been out here.” Monte added and pulled her jacket closer to her body, unaware that Dean scooted closer to her to share his warmth. “I’d say that’s our best bet.”
“So we head to the bar, look for Mr. Suave, bring him out here and take care of it.” Dean stated but Sam shook his head. “What, you got a better idea?”
“These demons hunt women, Dean. Do you really think you or I would be able to lure him out into the open without him knowing something was up?”
Dean saw Sam’s point and looked over at Onyx and Monte.
“Whoa, wait a minute.” Monte exclaimed and stood protectively in front of Onyx. “You ain’t suggesting we play bait? ‘Cuz I’m not doin’ it.”
“I’ll do it.” Onyx said softly, not entirely happy with the idea.
Monte spun around and gave her wide eyes. “No Onyx, this isn’t Phoenix and we’re not Hunting Si’lats Demons (a female Ghoul from the Arabian Desert). This won’t be a simple hit and burn.” To emphasize her point, she grabbed Onyx by the shoulders and gave her a good shake. “You are not risking your ass, you hear me? Don’t go heroine on me because you feel it’s you’re duty.”
Sam and Dean exchanged a look when Dean whispered to his brother, “Somethin’ tells me these two need some serious therapy.”
Sam knew there was something else... He could tell by the frantic, angry look on Monte’s face and Onyx’s averted gaze that something like this had come up before...and they hadn’t gotten away unscathed.
“We’ll need just one of you to lure him out.” Sam began and got Onyx’s pain filled gaze. Monte however would not look at him. It was her turn to be pissed. “We’ll be there with you, we’re not going to let anything happen to you.”
Monte turned toward Sam and shoved him hard in the chest, nearly knocking him off his feet. “You’ll do what, protect Us? HA! That’s a fuckin’ laugh.” She grabbed Onyx’s arm and started to drag her away to the cars. “C’mon Onyx, let’s go.”
But Onyx didn’t budge. She locked her knees and became rigid, stopping Monte from pulling her away.
Monte faced Onyx, “Let’s go Onyx.”
Onyx shook her head and said softly. “Not this time Monte.”
Monte dropped her hands and sighed. “You won’t let up, will you?” She said in a tired voice while pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers.
“Let’s get this bastard before he takes out someone else’s daughter.” Onyx said in a low voice and met Monte’s cynical gaze. They had been through something like this before...but it had been a bloodsucker with a conscience that nearly got them killed. Go figure, the one sane one of the lot had turned on them at the last second because he couldn’t hack it alone. Nearly took Monte with him. All because Onyx felt a sting of compassion for the twisted son-of-a-bitch.
Now it was her turn to play bait...her turn to try and make things right. Monte said it was just damage control, that shit happens and you learn to buck it up and keep going. But it never left Onyx...it was always there in the back of her mind that she’d almost risked her friend’s life.
Onyx looked to the earth beneath her feet and fought back the tears that tried to well up in her eyes.
Monte saw her struggle and even though she wanted to literally knock some sense into her thick skull, she did the next best thing. She reached over and pulled her into a bear hug.
Dean held a look of puzzlement and cleared his throat. “Alright...” He said it with a hint of discomfort in his voice and got everyone’s attention. “Now that we’ve all kissed and made up,” Dean said not trying to seem like an ass because of his serious dislike for chick-flick moments. “Let’s go fishin’.”
The bar had been packed with old truckers, young football jocks and few just kids over twenty-one. They all swarmed at either the pool tables or around the bar itself.
It took our small foursome to find their target within seconds.
Thanks to Dean’s eye for an easy lay, he caught sight of a pretty little blonde thing sitting next to a tall, broad shouldered, tanned skin stranger. His thick, straight hair fell down his back like an obsidian waterfall that shined a deep blue in the dim lights. From the corner of the decent sized bar, the girls could tell that their Kishi Demon was trying to seal the deal...and it seemed to be working.
“Shit,” Monte spat under her breath and fingered the butt of her sawed off twelve gauge hidden in her coat. “Onyx you better work that mojo of yours or we’re gonna have another corpse in the morning.”
Onyx let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding and steadied herself. Right as she was about to walk away Sam wrapped his hand around hers and gave a gentle squeeze of reassurance before quickly letting go. She turned enough to flash him, as well as Monte and Dean, a small smile before turning on the heel of her boot and walking over to the very spot where they had spotted the Kishi Demon.
She had worked her mojo alright. Onyx had done so well in fact, that the Kishi had completely forgotten about his little blonde snack and decided to go for a heartier meal. It almost made her laugh that she’d one-upped the skinny blonde by just being full figured.
Irony knows no bounds...
Onyx had lured him out into the deep trenches of the wild Oregon forest while Monte, Dean and Sam all waited nearby, ready to spring the trap when she gave the signal.
The Kishi Demon didn’t just give Onyx the creeps, he also oozed sex. He was what she liked to call a walking erection with ears. What was even more unnerving about conversing with the Kishi, was not only was he incredibly well spoken...he was fuckin’ sexy. Drop dead sexy. The kind of sexy that by just seeing him up close would make any woman’s toes curl. Scary, but true.
“Have you always walked with strangers out into the darkness?” The Kishi spoke in a low purr of a voice with a very faint accent at the edge of his words. “Could be a very dangerous practice these days... You never know what a stranger would do to such...a delectable morsel, such as yourself.”
Onyx wanted to roll her eyes at the sexual innuendos but remained outwardly carefree. “I’m a smart girl, I can take care of myself.” She chimed and felt the energy around her shift. Crap...
The Kishi with his violet blue eyes seemed to pulse with a hidden light and took a step toward her. That’s when she made the signal.
Monte saw the flash of Onyx’s fingers crossing behind her back and nodded to the boys that it was time. “Stay low and tread lightly. If we spread out we’ll be able to cover more ground.” She announced in a quiet voice and held her sawed off close to her chest. Her eyes fixed on her target. “We wanna catch this fucker by surprise.”
Dean couldn’t help himself. “You the squad leader now?”
She gave Dean an unimpressed look as Sam sighed and shook his head with an amused smile on his lips. “Just shut up and do your job. We’ll discuss group tactics and leadership skills once the Kishi is well and burned. Got me?”
Sam stifled a laugh as Dean opened his mouth, blinked, thought better of it and closed his jaws tight. Making a smart ass remark could wait.
They spread out along the tree line as Onyx started to back up, the Kishi trailing her every step with one of his own. They all knew that they only had one chance to get him before he turned that other head. Once his other head was exposed...they’d have one helluva fight on their hands.
“Playing games with strangers is a nasty business.” Onyx said in a dark voice, her face blank, eyes as cold and unemotional as a shark. “You could get hurt.”
The Kishi smirked with his pretty mouth. “I highly doubt that.” He paused as his energy fluttered against her aura, looking for a weak spot in her metaphysical shields. The Kishi was trying to seduce her with his magic...little did he know he was the one being played. “Though, the promise of violence before a good meal is always welcomed entertainment... I love to start off my dinner with a show.”
Monte moved quickly through the thick brush of the forest floor and parked herself right within shooting range behind the demon. She watched as the silent shadows of Sam and Dean wove around behind Onyx, going blissfully unnoticed by the Kishi, who was completely focused on his next meal.
That’s when it happened...
In a flash time went still and the world warped out of proportion like looking through a funhouse mirror.
The Kishi Demon lunged toward Onyx, but was caught off guard when she dropped back onto the earth. The balls of her boots slammed hard against his chest and with one powerful kick of both legs, sent him flying a few feet backwards into an area of low brush... Right into Monte’s line of sight.
Monte jumped up and aimed the sawed off at the Kishi’s back, when the drape of black hair lifted, revealing a distorted, mangled hyena face that snarled a snout filled with razor like incisors. She watched in that single moment as the head turned completely around, the bones in the neck popping and snapping as the hair then draped over the false human face as if it never existed.
Monte was sure she’d have nightmares about the Discovery Channel after that little freak show.
“NOW!” Monte screamed, aimed, and blew a hole the size of baseball through the Kishi’s back. Blood and thicker things spewed forward from the gaping wound in its chest, causing it to let out a morbid cry of pain.
Dean and Sam both sprang from their positions and began unloading their ammo into the things head. Suddenly Onyx was on her feet, holding a twelve inch plus curved blade that the boys never knew she had. She waited for their guns to go dry and for them to start reloading before she made her move. Before they could even ponder where she’d hidden it, she launched herself toward the howling demon and with a wide arcing swing of her arms, she sliced the blade through the demon’s neck and stood there as it lopped off its twitching torso and fell to the earth with an audible thump.
Blood gushed in crimson rain from the exposed wound, spraying everything in its wake as it collapsed to the ground next to its severed head.
Onyx just stood there, blade in her right hand, blood staining her face and arms. The trio closed the distance to her still form and noticed that she was starting to shake.
Monte, though also covered in blood, placed her sawed off back into its hidden holster under her jacket and placed a tentative hand on Onyx’s, the very hand holding the blade in a white knuckled grip.
“Onyx, it’s okay...it’s dead.” She said softly and felt a twitch run through her friend’s hand before releasing the blade altogether, letting it drop to her feet.
Sam and Dean exchanged looks and brought their eyes to the fallen demon.
“Kinda lost his head over the whole situation.” Dean chimed, trying to make light of things when three pairs of eyes just gave him a weird look. “What? It’s funny!” He said in his own defense as the trio shook their heads and started to get the supplies for burning the body.
When the smoke finally seized and there was nothing more then ash, Dean wiped his hands on his pants and said, “So...anyone for barbecue?” He grinned at the trio and started for the Impala. “Hell, a big plate of barbecued ribs sounds damned fine right about now!”
Monte and Onyx looked to Sam, who just shrugged.
“Is he always this...” Monte trailed off, unable to quite grasp the right word.
Sam sighed, “Don’t ask...” He replied and lead the girls back to their waiting cars.
After a quick stop to an all night diner that was blissfully empty and barbecue free, the wired foursome traveled back to a small motel to clean up and relax for the remainder of the night. Onyx and Monte had room 13 next to the boys’ room 12, so that if anything happened, they’d be right nearby.
“Night guys, see ya in the morning.” Monte exclaimed and closed the door behind her, thankful for a moment alone. “My god I need to take a shower.”
Onyx had mostly disrobed and was heading for the small bathroom next to the second queen sized bed. “Be out in ten.” She announced and vanished inside.
Monte let out a breath and went to walk over to her bed closest to the door to get out a fresh change of clothes from her duffel back when a knock sounded behind her. She paused, pulled out her sawed off and slid next to the doorframe, weapon ready. “Who is it?” She said in a pleasant sounding ‘I-was-just-falling-asleep’ voice when a familiar rasp spoke on the other side.
“It’s just Dean.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, holstered her weapon and opened the door. There was Dean, still just as filthy as her, holding a six pack of beer. “Figured you’d like some company while those two stole the showers.”
Monte smirked and motioned for him to come in, “How’d you know I’d be here and she’d be in the shower?” She asked while closing and locking the door in place before turning to face him.
He walked in and sat down at the small table for two near the out-of-date television set, opened a beer and held it out to her as she walked over. “Lucky guess. Sam is a bit of a shower hog too, thought maybe Onyx was the same way. So I thought you’d like to drink a few as we wait our turn.”
She took the open bottle and sat across from him, a suspicious gleam in her eyes. “Is that right...” She trailed off and took a drink of the beer as he nodded, looking terribly innocent with his sweet ‘I-can-do-no-wrong’ smile. Monte waited until he went to take a swig of his beer to add, “or did you think we’d be all wet, naked, and waiting for you?”
Dean just about choked on his beer at the accusation and coughed to clear the sting in his throat. “Say again?”
She rolled her eyes and set the bottle on the table, her eyes narrowed. “You heard me. You think me and Onyx have some wild hidden lesbian thing going on and you just couldn’t help but sneak over and get your jollies off by catching us in the act.”
His jaw dropped, “I would never.”
Monte gave him a look. “Uh-huh. Riiiight, and I’m Mother Theresa.”
Dean furrowed his brows. “Hey, I don’t assume anything...”
He watched Monte give him an unimpressed smirk and sighed.
“Seriously!” Dean knew he was losing the fight...so he caved under her narrowed gaze. “Alright, fine... A part of my male brain was hoping you two would be doing nefarious things to each other but you’re not and I’m still here... So that should show you I really wanted to sit and have a few with you.”
Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened, billowing steam as Onyx walked out in a pair of clean faded blue jeans and a black band t-shirt that had pink cartoon bunny that read, ‘cute but psycho’ on it.
Hair pulled back on her head in a messy wet bun, she gave the two sitting at the table an inquisitive look. “Havin’ a party?” She chimed, walked over and snatched a fresh bottle from the six pack. With an expert twist of her wrist, she unscrewed the top, flicked the bottle cap at Dean and took a swig of the cold beer.
Monte checked her watch. Six minutes flat. “You’re gettin’ better at this.” She quipped with a smile and got up from her seat. “I’ll be back in fifteen.” She announced, took another swig of the cool beer, set it down on the table, collected her fresh change of clothes and vanished into the steamy depths of the bathroom.
Onyx drank a large portion of her beer and stared Dean down as he sat, now very uncomfortable, at the small table. “You got somethin’ better to do? Or you just gonna sit there and mope that you’re not gettin’ any?”
Dean glared at Onyx as he stood up. “You’re a real bitch, you know that?” He said under his breath and watched her grow an evil smile.
“Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment.” Onyx shot back, gave him a salute with her beer and took another swig. “You know, I’ll tell ya somethin’...” She began and cleared her throat from the last drops of alcohol sliding down into stomach. “Thought you were cute until you opened that mouth of yours...” Her voice dropped an octave as she gave him a warning with her eyes. “It kinda ruined the effect.”
The line of his jaw twitched at the nasty comment but he remained just standing in front of her. “What’s your problem, huh? Some asshole come along and kill that soul of yours? Or have you always been a cold hearted bitch?”
She drained the bottle of its contents, slammed it down on the table and gave him cold eyes. “First off, I don’t need to explain myself to you. But I will let you in on a little secret.” Onyx paused and stood up straight. “That girl in there doesn’t need your sleazy ass carrying god knows what kind of diseases, to work her up and then throw her away like trash.”
It finally dawned on him that Onyx was trying to push him away so he couldn’t hurt Monte. She brought a whole new meaning to being over protective. “Wait a minute... That’s what this is all about?” His voice was softer when he said it. “You’re just watchin’ out for her. Damn...” He ran a hand through his short hair and smirked, “and I thought I was bad.”
Dean suddenly had a whole new respect for her...
Onyx felt a little bad for being so harsh, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to show it. Instead...she tried a different approach. “Look, I’m gonna head out and see if Sam’s decent, maybe sit and talk to him for a while...” She was trying to say, without saying it all, that she was sorry and was willing to give Dean the chance to prove he wasn’t just another heartless pig.
“It’s been about...” He paused to check his watch, “fifteen minutes. He should be out by now.” What Dean failed to convey was that Sammy was probably walking around in nothing but a small towel.
He gave a sweet smile, “I’m sure he’d like the company.”
Seven minutes later Monte walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head, sporting a pair of gray jeans with small tears on the knees and a navy blue shirt with a black skull and crossbones on it consumed in bright blue flames.
Dean took one look at her and couldn’t stop his mouth when he blurted out, “Bitchin’.”
She paused in her footsteps, blinked and then looked at the logo on her shirt. “Oh...” She brought her face back up and tried to hide the blush invading her cheeks. “Uh...thanks.” Monte said quickly and unwove the towel from her hair. While bent forward she quickly twisted the long wet locks into a messy bun, not so unlike Onyx, and secured it to the back of her head with a few twists of a black rubber band. When she stood back up, she nearly jumped as Dean stood directly in front of her, his face serious, his eyes fierce.
“Holy Christ!” She bellowed and steadied herself with a hand to her chest. She let out a soft, nervous laugh. “Jesus you scared me.”
“Sorry.” Dean rumbled but held an expression of amusement mixed with...of all things...lust.
Monte seriously wasn’t counting on him gettin’ all hot-n-bothered because of her choice in clothing. It was Dean Winchester...the man was a walking penis. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if it made a small beeping noise when he scanned a crowd for a potential lay. A penis with chick radar... Yup, she could see that happening.
“What?” He asked as she fought a fit of giggles and tried to cover it up with a hand to her mouth. “Something you wanna share?”
Her eyes went wide and she lost it. “Oh hell no!” She spat between breaths and tried to push the image of a Dean’s pants making a muffled beeping sound when ever he walked by a chick and hearing it beep wildly when he got a hard-on.
Dean didn’t know what she was laughing at, but it was contagious and found himself chuckling. “Come on, is it some weird chick thing?”
She laughed even harder, snorted, blushed and choked on her giggles when Dean’s eyes went wide.
“Uhm...you wouldn’t,” she hiccupped on her giggles and tried again, “understand.”
A half smirk danced on his lips as he crossed his arms, “try me.”
Why the hell not? She thought and finally said, “Well... I suddenly had this image of your pants beeping like radar while you were in a crowded bar...and...” Monte fought herself and managed to spill it. “When you got a hard on it would go ballistic.”
Dean stood there, wide eyed, brows lifted high with funniest look on his face. “Penis Radar...” He said, almost shocked...and fell into a burst of very masculine laughter.
Onyx, having finished a much needed cigarette, stood outside room 12 and went to knock when she was stopped the by sounds of Monte and Dean cackling with laughter. She blinked a few times, shook her head and gave the old door three firm knocks.
She heard something crashing onto the floor, a muffled curse and then Sam’s voice on the other side, sounding almost breathless. “Yea?”
Onyx chuckled to herself. “It’s Onyx.”
Another muffled curse, sounds of shuffling and running into things followed by Sam calling from somewhere deep in the room, “Just a minute!” She waited, laughing softly to herself as Sam’s movement flowed from just behind the door.
The door opened to reveal a shirtless Sam, chest glistening with water, his hair hanging in a mess of wet waves around his face. Onyx noticed that his jeans had been tugged on because by the way they rode so very low on his hips, he was definitely commando.
“Hey.” He muttered while catching his breath and ran a hand through his hair. When she just stood there, a small smile on her lips, Sam realized she was waiting to be invited in. “Oh,” he said and moved a step back, swinging the door wide for her to come in. “Come on in.”
“Thanks.” She replied and moseyed into the room like a cat walking effortlessly along the top of a very narrow fence. With a quick glance around the room she chimed, “I didn’t come over at a bad time, did I?” Onyx asked while noting that a small towel, still damp, was tossed carelessly behind the bed closest to the bathroom. A small chair next to the table had been knocked on its side... Which must have been what he kept running into.
“Uh no,” Sam replied while closing the door behind him and hurriedly walked over to fix the chair. “Where’s Dean?” He asked and tried to appear cool and aloof, even though the nervous gesture of his hand running through his hair told Onyx otherwise.
She sat herself down on the edge of Sam’s bed and got comfortable. “Oh he’s hanging out with Monte.” Onyx replied with a calm smile, thoroughly enjoying Sam’s naked upper body. “I wanted to come over and hang out, thought maybe you’d like a change in company.”
Sam visibly swallowed his anxiety and sat down in the chair he’d righted, right across from Onyx sitting so comfortably on his bed. “Oh, well yea.” That nervous hand going through the hair thing again, “I like you, I mean... What I meant to say is that I enjoy your company and...” Sam started to trail off, feeling more embarrassed with himself then ever.
God, why was it so hard to form a coherent sentence? He’d sat with women before... But this one was different. She was different. She was so much like Dean, all cool and relaxed like the world was right as rain. She didn’t seem in the least bit bashful at his obvious lack of shirt. It was almost like nothing fazed her... Which of course, got a little bug of curiosity buzzing in Sam’s head.
When a young male is sitting across from an attractive young female and he senses a challenge...he’s gonna accept that challenge.
And may the gods show mercy on his soul...
Monte and Dean sat across each other, hands holding five cards each, three empty beer bottles next to two freshly opened. Another fresh pack sat next to them on the floor.
“Hey, let’s change this up a bit.” Dean muttered and looked Monte in the eyes. “How about a rule change?”
She quirked a brow, “What kind of Rule Change?” She didn’t like where he was going. “You’re still not sore that I’ve beaten you nine times out of ten, are you?”
“It was eight actually and no,” Dean corrected and took a swig of his cold brew, “How ‘bout it?”
She worried her bottom lip between her teeth and gave him a curious look. “Run it by me and I’ll think about it.”
“Aw come one, Monte! Live recklessly!”
The puppy dog look he was giving her would have made her say yes to anything at that point... Which meant the beer was hitting her harder then she’d hoped it would. “Alright fine...”
“Good! Strip poker it is!” Dean ginned wide, stole her cards away and began reshuffling the deck.
Monte’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “Whoa, Whoa!” She said quickly and noticed he was shaking his head at her. “No fucking way...”
He cut her off, still grinning. “Sorry babe, rules are rules.” He stopped to gaze into her eyes. “Well, unless you don’t think you can hack it...”
That one little statement put her right back into game mode. “Fine, bring it on Radar Boy.”
His grin, which couldn’t possibly be more devious, stretched a little wider until he was showing those pearly whites of his. “Now that’s the kind of attitude you need for Strip Poker.”
Ten Minutes Later
Dean sat in his chair, scowling, in only a pair of deep green boxer-briefs.
Monte however, was fully clothed with a shit-eating-grin on her face. “Show me the cards, pretty boy.” She taunted, knowing that very shortly he’d be completely naked.
When he turned his hand so she could see the cards, her face paled. “Four Aces beats Four Queens.” He chimed and laid them flat on the table for her to continue staring at. “Four cards means four pieces of clothing...”
She gave a slow blink and swallowed the lump in the back of her throat. “Fuck...” Was all that came out of her mouth as Dean sat back, arms crossed, smiling evilly at her. “That’s not fair...”
“Hey, that was your rule about three minutes ago.” He shot back, still smiling that evil Cheshire cat smile.
“Well, I change the rule...” Monte started to say but Dean waved a hand to stop her.
“Oh no you don’t, once the rule’s made, there’s no going back. Besides...” He trailed off, running his tongue slowly over his lips. “I shouldn’t be the only one half naked around here.”
That made her heart stop dead in her chest. Holy fuckin’ crap! Me? Naked? And Dean...almost Naked? Oh dear mother of all things holy... Naked, both of us, alone... Bad idea, bad idea... Her mind spat over and over until Dean snapped her out of her cart wheeling thoughts with a snap of his fingers.
“Earth to Monte.” He said and got her full attention. He quirked a brow and fought the smile of triumph wanting to form on his lips. “You gonna chicken out?”
That did it.
She got up and with jerky hands, tore off her shirt, pants and stood in front of him in nothing but a black sports bra and tight black boy-shorts-underwear. She would’ve been completely mortified if it hadn’t been for her spark of liquid courage. Sometimes...beer could be such a wonderful invention.
Dean gave her a thorough once over but scoffed, “Two pieces to go, princess.”
“Look...I’m not...” She trailed off, suddenly very aware of how completely vulnerable she was. And if it wasn’t bad enough, Dean stood up and crossed the small distance between them...
Before she could even think of any kind of rational response, Dean slipped his hand against the side of her face, slid his other hand behind her back and pulled her hard against him in a soul consuming, mind blowing, I’m-going-to-devour-you kiss.
Monte felt her ovaries explode.
Onyx laid back on Sam’s bed, legs crossed at the ankle, sitting up on her elbows as he sat at the edge of the bed, still shirtless. “Ya we’re a lot like sisters. Met about a few years back at a local haunt for bloodsuckers...been hip-to-hip ever since.” She explained and finally allowed herself to rest back on his pillows, which kept her propped upright.
“So you’ve been a Hunter for a while now?” Sam asked, fighting the urge to crawl up beside her.
Onyx thought about it for a moment and replied, “Eighteen years and counting.”
His jaw fell agape. “Wait, you’re only twenty-four...” He watched her nod, a sad sparkle in her eyes. “You started hunting at six years old?”
She let out a dark chuckle. “Yup. Killed my first demon. Tried to warn my parents that thing under my bed was real and of course, they didn’t believe me. So I snuck into my Dad’s room one night, snatched his .45 and brought it to bed with me.”
“You shot it?”
“Naw, it wasn’t loaded. I dropped it, ran into my parents room, and found an old wooden baseball bat under the bed... Funny how it didn’t hurt the thing when I hit it. It actually snapped it in half with its clawed hands and threw it at me. I would have been dead if I didn’t grab the sharpest end and tried to protect myself when the thing tripped over the other half of the broken bat and fell on me.” A haunted look fell over her eyes as she spoke of the memory. “I remember it jerking, sliding onto the bat and then it just dissolved all around me. At first it felt like spiders crawling over my skin and then next thing I knew, I was lying there with the snapped baseball bat in my hands.”
“What happened when your parents found out?” Sam asked and had found himself sitting beside her on the bed. He hadn’t remembered moving.
She chuckled, “They didn’t. I threw the bat away and made sure everything was where it had been before they left for the night.” Onyx gave him her eyes. “Fuckin’ babysitter fell asleep on the couch and hadn’t heard a damned thing because the TV was too loud. Some babysitter.”
Sam sat with her in the silence that followed and found himself wanting to touch her... He cleared his throat and shifted, about to get up when her hand found his, stopping him in his movement.
“You don’t have to...” She said softly, her small hand gripping his for emphasis.
He swallowed the huge lump of uncertainty and sat back down when her other hand reached over, took him by the same arm she was holding and pulled him towards her.
Before he knew what hit him, she was sitting up, lips pressed gently against his while his arms found themselves on either side of his body, holding him up.
A deep groan echoed into the kiss and he lowered himself on top of her, pushing her legs apart with his, while his mouth explored hers with lips, tongue and teeth...
Dean had slid his hands down her naked body, savoring the silk of her skin under his rough palms. He let out a deep rumbling growl when she bit at his neck, her smaller hands traveling down his back only to fall onto his ass, gripping and kneading the firm muscles beneath.
“Damn baby...” He purred deep in his chest and caught her lustful gaze. “If I did have Penis Radar... I’d be transmitting to Iceland right about now.”
A burst of giggle fought their way to her lips, but were stolen away by the crushing kiss of his mouth against hers.
With gentle persuasion, he pushed her back toward the bed, where they fell wrapped in each others arms, mouths locked, tongues twisting like two wild vines in the sticky heat of some dark jungle.
He rose above her and flicked something into view with his fingers before tearing it open with his teeth. With an expert movement of his hands, he slipped the condom on and slid between her legs, brushing himself against her sweet spot before plunging every thick inch of himself into her aching body.
Monte squirmed beneath him, wanting that sweet sensation of his body rolling in out of hers. The very promise made her writhe against him.
A guttural sound, like that of a growling bear, rippled away from his mouth as his hips began their delicious rhythm in and out of her quivering body.
Nails began digging down his back as he kept rolling himself over that little spot so deep inside, causing waves of tickling energy to swell through her blood. He propped himself up on his hands and peered down between them, sweat dripping down his forehead and cheeks, mouth hung open in ragged breaths, his eyes focused on his body sliding in and out of her.
Monte followed his gaze, moaned and fell back against the mattress, back arched, legs tight against his hips as her hands searched for something, anything to hold onto. There was a soft tearing sound as she gripped onto the sheets, digging her nails into the thin fabric for dear life.
Dean sped up, pumping faster and faster as he felt her body respond by the small quaking as he slid himself in and out of her. He watched her face scrunch up in a mixture of pain and pleasure. That did it for him.
He started slamming into her when she literally came off the bed, back impossibly arched, eyes held shut while her mouth hung open in a wordless scream. He felt the tightening all around him followed by an onslaught of tremors that felt like she was going to milk the very life out of him.
Harder, faster, he pounded into her. Causing the bed to slam against the wall, the sheets to go completely askew off the side of the bed as her tortured cries of passion followed him off the edge of oblivion.
He slammed into her once, then twice before completely collapsing into her arms...
Monte struggled to breath, her eyes stinging from Dean’s sweat falling onto her face. “Wow...” She exclaimed breathlessly while staring up into the dark ceiling. “...just...wow...”
Dean nuzzled his face into the nape of her neck and rumbled, “Beep...beep.”
Monte let out a small fit of laughter which made him writhe above her. “Oh sorry...” She snorted as he very carefully, pulled out and laid next to her. As spent as she was, she still remembered the condom. “Hey, Dean?”
“Hmm?” He growled beside her and felt a wave of exhaustion sweep over him.
She stifled a giggle and only said one word. “Condom.”
Dean let out a tired groan, sat up, kissed her gently on the forehead, pushed himself off the bed and proceeded to pad to the bathroom... Giving Monte a full view of his White Ass that seemed to glow in the darkness of the room.
She sighed as the sound of the toilet flushing followed by the water running in the sink echoed against the walls. Sated and glowing, she wondered how things were going next door.
The thought made her giggle.
Dean returned and crawled into bed behind Monte, pulling her back flush against his chest, spooning with her. “What’s so...” He trailed off as a yawn broke through him, “funny?”
Monte yawned in response and closed her eyes. “Just wonder how Onyx and Sam are doing.”
Dean snorted, “We’d have heard a small explosion by now.”
Monte opened her eyes, “An explosion? Don’t you mean beeping?”
“Nope.” he growled kissing the back of her neck, “He’d have exploded.”
They fell into a burst of tired laughter and drifted off into a blissful, orgasm induced slumber...
Sam trailed his lips down Onyx’s neck as his hands slid the strap of her bra down her arms until it slipped from her hands and fell to the floor. She let out a soft whimper when his teeth grazed a soft spot at the nape of her neck and bit down, turning her pain into a delicious kind of pleasure.
Her small hands traveled up his beautifully sculpted chest, fingers like velvet along his hot skin as his mouth sucked and nibbled at her neck, making her growl against him as he marked her. Onyx knew that if he didn’t stop soon he’d draw blood...but the thought came and went as maneuvered her onto his lap, her back facing his chest, naked flesh touching, teasing... Not quite piercing but aching for the plunge.
“Don’t forget...” Onyx whispered softly as Sam reached down and brought an unwrapped condom paper to her eyes.
“I didn’t.” He growled against her neck and tossed the wrapper.
He was sitting on the chair, long legs planted firmly beneath them as he helped raise her ass just a little above him, before easing her ever so slowly onto every thick, hot inch of his pulsing flesh.
She trembled at the feeling of being stretched and let out a soft whimper as he placed his mouth on the back of her neck, right over the same spot as before and bit down.
With his large hands on her hips, he began moving her back and forth against him, guiding her movement, enjoying the sensation of that tight heat sliding over his body.
“God you’re so tight...” He growled against her neck and bit down harder, piercing her flesh and tasting iron on his tongue. Something about that taste drove him wild, made him maneuver her from his lap until she was bent over the table.
Onyx braced herself but remembered the height difference. “You’re too tall.” She said and stood up straight so she could look into his hungry eyes, a very faint smear of blood lining his lips.
His brow furrowed when he got an idea and grabbed the chair. He set it in front of her, the back of the chair resting against the table. “Kneel on the chair.”
She gave him a look. “I’m not That short, Sammy.”
He looked perplexed for a moment at turned to the bed, which was lower then the chair. “The bed?”
Onyx walked over to the bed, crawled onto it on all fours and glanced behind her.
He didn’t need an invitation.
Before she could brace herself, he’d slammed himself deep into her heat, his large hands gripping her thick hips, the sound of his groan causing her to tremble from the inside out.
The bed spread that was once neatly folded on the bed was tangled beneath her hands as he pounded himself into her, the sound of his body slapping hard against her as he moved.
A loud thumping started to echo off the wall behind the bed as he pushed her upper body down to the mattress, bringing her ass up higher so he could watch himself sliding in and out of her. His large hand on her back slid between her legs where his index and middle finger found the swollen bud and gave it a gentle flick which caused her to buck against him.
Sam leaned his body forward, nearly draping himself over her back as his hips continued their assault, his fingers rubbing small circles over and over the swollen bud. His free hand tangling itself in her hair, pulling her head back at a harsh angle while his mouth found that tender spot on her neck and bit down, harder this time, his hips working faster, making her tremble and cry out like a cat in heat.
She felt the climax hit her like a tsunami engulfing the shore and would have collapsed beneath him if Sam hadn’t felt it just at the right moment. He took her hips in both hands and just started slamming her against the bed, panting, sweat dripping, body pounding again and again until she buried her face in the mattress and screamed herself hoarse.
She writhed and bucked against him as his orgasm hit. Two hard pumps into her body, he went rigid for a breath of seconds and fell against her...completely drained.
Her arms shook as she tried to hold them both up when she whispered, breathless, “Condom...” And fell helplessly to the bed as he very gently, pulled out and started for the bathroom.
While he cleaned up she used the very last of her strength to drag her body up to the pillows and laid out on her right side.
Just as her eyes, heavy with sleep, started to close... She heard the water shut off and felt the bed dip as Sam crawled in behind her, wrapping his body protectively against her exhausted flesh.
Sam nuzzled his face against her neck and felt her flinch in pain. He furrowed his brow and tried to focus in the darkness of the room and noticed a bloody set of teeth marks imbedded in the darkest hickey he had ever seen. “Oh shit...I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay...it was worth it.” She mumbled, eyes closed, a stupid smile on her lips.
He felt a ping of guilt in his stomach but was too exhausted to let it get to him. Instead, a he laid a feather like kiss over his obvious mark and pulled her ever closer...
Where they both drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
The Next Morning
“You guys looked rested.” Dean chimed as they all sat in a booth at the all night diner, eating breakfast and drinking coffee.
Monte, sitting next to Dean, across from Onyx... Looked into her friend’s eyes.
Onyx and Dean shared the same shit-eating-grin while Monte and Sam seemed to blush on cue.
“What did you guys do last night?” Onyx quipped while sipping her coffee as Monte turned a brighter shade of red.
“Played poker.” Dean replied in casual tone and gave his little brother a devilish look, “How ‘bout you, Sammy?”
Sam nearly choked on his bite of scrambled eggs which caused everyone to bubble with laughter.
“Oh hey, what was so funny when I left the room last night?” Onyx asked and watched as Dean and Monte shared a look and started hiccupping with laughter.
Before Sam or Onyx could ask, Dean leaned over to Monte as she went to take a bite of her bacon and said, “Beep, beep.” Which lead to them losing it.
“We missed something...” Sam murmured to Onyx and glanced at her, noticing that she’d wrapped a black piece of cloth around her neck that accented her black turtle neck. He guessed she was making damned sure no one else noticed the little love bite.
Onyx raised a brow and waited for Monte to compose herself before chiming, “Did it involve Motor Oil and Jumper Cables?”
Sam and Dean looked utterly and completely confused as the girls lost themselves to the hysterical laughter that boiled up inside them at the comment Onyx made.
“Oh man, now that would have been hysterical!” Onyx hiccupped between giggles.
Monte snorted and struggled to speak, “Walking in and finding you standing there with those damned Jumper Cables... Oh my god!”
Onyx matched Monte’s onslaught of giggles and muttered in a deep southern drawl that made the boys look at her like she just sprouted another head. “So therr I wuz...strapped to the bed, nekkid... Motor oil smeared all over muh body... And there she was, a rubber chicken in one hand...a pair of jumper cables in the other.”
They nearly fell out of the booth by laughing so hard.
Dean and Sam shared a strange look when Dean said, “Rubber chicken? What’s that got to do with...” He trailed off and got the joke... He’d heard it somewhere before. He snorted a laugh and saw that Sam also caught on.
As if on cue, Dean and Sam, in their best deep southern drawl exclaimed, “You shurr do godda purday mowth.”
The cook and three waitress’s looked over at the booth at the end of the diner... With four young people laughing hysterically at some weird joke they just didn’t get.
“Damned kids.” Grunted the old cook as he went back to making another batch of pancakes for his other customers.
The three waitress’s; two about seventeen and giggling while the third and obliviously oldest, probably in her mid forties, just shook her head with a smile.
“I miss being young and in love.” She said softly as the couples in the corner booth laughed and cuddled with each other... Enjoying their moment of happiness.
Their moment of pure normalcy in the early hours of day...
But when night came, they would do what they were born to do...
Hunt evil sonsabitches.
Except this time...it wasn’t two against the world... But a family of four.
Who’da thought?
-The End-
by Onyx Wildcat
Wordcount: 10,250
Rating: R
Pairing: Monte/Dean, Onyx/Sam
Warnings: Comedy, Language, Drama, Violence, Sex
Spoilers: None really
Feedback: Give it to me baby...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that pertains to the Show Supernatural. This is merely for non-profit entertainment for other writers/readers who enjoy the 'What If' pondering when thinking of Supernatural and all it's Supernatural goodness. Also, Monte belongs to Monte and Onyx belongs to...well me. So there!
Onyx's Note: This is purely Monte's fault. We throw a joke around about Jumper Cables because let's face it, I'm just that twisted... So I thought up a goofy-ass'd comedy involving Me and Monte in a story with the boys... Well, it seems Monte's evil plot bunnies brain-washed my evil plot gremlins and BOOM! A short story became a long story about me and Monte's mis-adventures with the Winchesters.
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Introductions Abound
“Dude I can’t believe you threw a poptart at that guy!”
She gave her friend a flat look. “He looked at me funny.”
“Onyx...he was checking you out!” She spat, hands flailing comically in emphasis.
“Monte,” Onyx began and was about to go off on a tangent when she saw her friend go rigid. “Yo, earth to Monte...” She waved her hand in front of her friend’s face and noticed there was no response. “Dude what the hell...”
“SHH!” Monte exclaimed while clamping her hand over Onyx’s mouth with an audible Thwap. “Very quietly, turn and look right behind you.” She said and met Onyx’s narrowed eyes. “I’m serious,” she whispered and pulled her hand away. “Trust me on this, ‘kay?”
Onyx sighed and turned not so subtly and heard her jaw make a thump sound as it hit the floor.
Two very, very good looking young men stood at the other end of the coffee shop.
“I call dibs on the short one.” Monte exclaimed under her breath and caught Onyx’s wide eyed expression. “What?”
Onyx shook her head to clear the dumb founded look on her face and took a deep breath. “Fine, you can have the short one.” She squeaked, stopped, made a face that Monte snorted at, cleared her throat and tried again. “Wait a sec...” Her voice trailed off as she turned and took a second look at the two standing very out of place at the other end of the coffee shop, near the double doors.
It hit her, like a small bug getting zapped in the blinding shininess of a porch light, she recognized their faces.
Onyx spun around to Monte, a devilish grin devouring her lips.
Monte stopped gawking and was brought out of her drooling-over-a-cute-boy stooper by the evil emanating from Onyx’s smile. “Oh god what are you thinking...” Monte said in a small, scared voice, knowing that whatever was running around in Onyx’s mind was soo not a hamster. Hell, she was pretty sure that whatever It was, probably thrashed the wheel and ATE the hamster.
“You don’t recognize them?” Onyx said in a calm voice which would have seemed to any other ‘normal’ person that she was sane... Unless you were Monte, who knew the difference between ‘normal’ and freakin’ crazy.
Monte made a scrunchy face, indicating that she was thinking hard and gave the boys another once over, except this time, no drooling. “Well...yea, actually. They are familiar.” She brought her eyes back to Onyx, “I’m missing something, aren’t I?”
Onyx smirked and contained her need to giggle like a maniacal evil genius. “Those two over there,” Onyx leaned forward so she could whisper to Monte without being overheard at their little table in the corner of the coffee shop. “The one you claimed, is Dean Winchester and the taller one is his baby brother, Sam.”
It took Monte a moment to put two and two together, and when she did, her jaw did the drop and her eyes widened like a deer in headlights. “Holy fucking shit...”
Onyx nodded and took a sip of her black coffee. Normally she’d drink it with milk and sugar, but for some reason that morning, she wanted it as black as pitch and as strong as rocket fuel. Guess she knew she’d needed.
“Oh my god...” Monte said breathlessly while trying to put her jaw back in place. “The Winchester boys.”
Onyx nodded, “Exactly. The Hunters we’ve been told to watch out for.”
Monte raised a brow at that. “I don’t remember hearing that they were this good looking.”
“Well it was Gordon who told us.” Onyx replied and scoffed at the thought of that crazy son-of-a-bitch. “The guy was a fuckin’ nut job.”
Monte visibly shivered. “He creeped me the fuck out.” She shook her head and took a drink of her sweet tea. The cool liquid hit the spot, giving her a second to close her eyes and enjoy the peaceful moment...
Until...
“Hello ladies,” a deep, rasp of a voice chimed to their right, holding a coffee in his right hand. “Hate to interrupt such an interesting conversation but me and my brother Sammy over here,” he nodded his head toward the taller Winchester behind him, “would like it if we could sit with you. Wha’da ya say?”
Monte just about spewed sweet tea all over Onyx, the table and herself but managed to choke it back and set the tea down before she did something graceful.
Onyx shook her head with a smile at poor Monte close to loosing her marbles and gave her eyes to Dean. “Sure thing, have a seat... Mr.?” As soon as she said it Monte shot her a look that said, “Oh My God Woman! What the Hell Are You Thinking!?!”
“Winchester, Dean Winchester.” Dean replied with a grin and Sam rolled his eyes at the ‘James Bond’ moment.
“I’m Onyx and this is Monte,” Onyx replied motioning to Monte hiding behind her cup of sweet tea across the small table.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Sam said in a deep lull of a voice as he sat next to Onyx, his brother Dean flipping his chair backwards and sitting comfortably next to Monte, a grin on his handsome face. “We weren’t eavesdropping or anything, but we overheard you mention someone by the name of Gordon.”
Monte choked with a squeak and turned a bright shade of red as she covered her face with hand, hoping to the gods that they wouldn’t notice.
Dean did and he lapped it up by scooting even closer to her, his eyes bright, his smile just as devilish as Onyx’s as he looked at her trying to hide behind her hand.
Onyx chuckled softly and brought her eyes to Sam, leaving poor Monte to her fate. “Yea we said Gordon.”
Sam seemed to shift uncomfortably under the heavy stare of suspicion Onyx was giving him. “I realize he could be anyone... But did he by any chance, drive a classic car?”
Onyx didn’t change her expression, she gave him cold hard cop eyes. “Maybe, what color?”
Sam furrowed his brow, wondering how it went from him asking her questions to her flipping it around, interrogating him. Scary. “Red.” His voice was softer when he said it and got a curious look from his brother who was resting his chin on his hand, body completely turned toward the still cowering Monte.
Onyx looked over to Monte, who was gradually dropping her hand at a snail’s pace and watched as her friend swallowed back her shyness. They shared a silent moment of understanding that these Winchester boys were going to be hanging around for a while. And from what their silent eyes said to each other, said clearly...that they were soo not happy about it.
Two Hours Later
Introductions aside, the girls revealed to the brothers that they themselves, were fellow Hunters of a larger group of woman spread out over the United States and parts of Europe. They all congregated once a month on a website where they shared information and chatted to keep things light. When Dean made a low comment under his breath about porn, Onyx was the one that smacked his arm and gave him a dirty look.
Monte’s eyes widened at Onyx’s sudden outburst and cleared her throat, trying to sway the two staring at each other like they were about to get into a fist fight. “Kids, play nice.” She said softly, looking to Sam who also shared her look of, ‘Oh Crap’.
“The Hell was that for?” Dean spat and rubbed the afflicted area that actually stung from the impact of her little hand socking his flesh.
Onyx narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s not a porn site, that’s what.”
You could tell by the way they faced each other that they really were on the verge of a bitch fight.
So Sam and Monte decided to intervene.
Monte, pulling that cast iron courage out, pushed herself between the two and faced Dean with a goofy smile on her face.
He blinked, looked down into her eyes and found himself lost for a moment. It finally clicked in his brain at how truly beautiful she was, especially when she smiled. Suddenly the fight fizzled out of him and he was left standing there, mimicking the stupid smile like a love-sick-school-girl.
Onyx was still pissed. How dare he even conceive that just because they were a group of women that they secretly ran a porn site. The nerve of that cocky bastard...
Her thoughts were stopped in mid reel when Sam stood in front of her, blocking her view of Monte getting in front of Dean. She glared up from her five foot four frame into his six foot four stature and met his eyes. Sure, his chest was damn near face level with her angry expression, but just because he was tall didn’t mean she couldn’t kick the ever livin’ shit outta him. Onyx had some temper issues...and it wasn’t because she was short.
“What?” She snapped at Sam, her voice clipped with irritation, her shoulders tensed with the need to hit someone.
Sam worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, trying to figure out what to say that would calm the fire burning in her eyes. But then he realized something...she was actually really cute when she was angry. Like a pissed off kitten trying to beat up a basketball for being too big to play with.
Onyx’s angry eyes shifted to confusion at the amusement in Sam’s handsome face. “Stop looking at me like that, it’s creepy.”
“Sorry,” Sam said in a muffled voice, trying to not chuckle at her expression. “You’re just...” He made a face that reminded Onyx of a young puppy cocking its head to the side.
Onyx tried to hold onto her anger but was failing, so she crossed her arms tightly beneath her breasts and stomped her foot. “I’m just, what?”
Sam gave that sweet, adorable, dimpled smile and sighed. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”
As soon as he said it, Monte spun around. “Oh no...” She said under her breath and Dean leaned close to her ear.
“She’ll go ballistic if she’s called cute?” Dean whispered and watched Monte shiver first, then nod a little too quickly. He took that as a bad sign. “So what do we do?”
Monte tried to ignore the heat of his breath along her neck and got her hormones in check. “You distract her so I can pull Sam away before she swings a punch.” She whispered back, thankful that her voice didn’t come out as a squeak.
Dean was taken aback by what she just said. The image of a chick knocking out his six foot four baby brother was just priceless. He was almost sad about stopping it from happening. An opportunity to tease his brother about being decked by a pissed of chick half his size was too good to be true.
Dean didn’t get a chance to think it out any further when Monte pushed herself between Sam and Onyx and noticed the small switch in her friend’s eyes that seemed to click off. Not good.
“Hey Sam, you know anything about a Kishi Demon?” Monte exclaimed while pulling Sam away from Onyx, allowing Dean to take Sam’s place.
“I think I’ve heard of it, an Angola Demon species right?” Sam replied, faintly aware of Dean trying to calm Onyx down with really bad jokes.
“So this priest walks into a bar...”
“What are doing?”
Dean stopped and pursed his lips together to speak, one brow arched when he closed his mouth and slumped his shoulders in defeat. “Tellin’ a joke.”
Onyx quirked a brow. “No you’re not.” She said frankly and grew a very unpleasant smile. “You’re distracting me.”
Dean was gettin’ a little fed up with her attitude. “Look lady, don’t know what crawled up your ass and lodged itself there, but do us all a favor and lighten the hell up.”
She canted her head to the side, “Sure thing, short bus. How about you start by apologizing.”
Dean looked like he’d been shocked in the ass with a thousand volt battery. “Apologize? You’re kiddin’, right?” He scoffed and noticed that she was indeed serious. “How can I apologize when I don’t even know if, and I mean if, I did something wrong? Haven’t you ever heard of bridge under the water?”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s water under the bridge.” Onyx corrected and shook her head.
He opened his mouth, closed it and made a face. “Whatever, same damn difference,” he dismissed the correction with wave of his hand. “Just the same. You need to calm the fuck down, relax and just have a good time.” Dean glanced over at his baby brother conversing with Monte over his laptop about Demons. “Take that friend of yours, Monte for instance. She was nervous before but now she’s nice and calm.” Dean brought his eyes back to Onyx. “Why can’t you be more like her?”
Onyx just stood there, staring into his hazel green eyes and realized something. She could stay pissed and plot her revenge but remain as aloof as her good ole friend Monte, and no one would ever know the difference...
Oh how the wheels of evil began to turn...
The foursome had teamed up and found themselves in the middle of some dark stretch of woods somewhere deep in wild Oregon country searching for an elusive Kishi Demon that had been killing and devouring young women.
A text from ‘A FIELD GUIDE TO DEMONS, FAIRIES, FALLEN ANGELS & OTHER SUBVERSIVE SPIRITS’ by CAROL K. MACK & DINAH MACK was read by Onyx...
“The Kishi Demon is a two-faced male hill species. His forward countenance is a human in features and quite attractive. This is the face that tricks its female victim. The rear face is hidden by long, thick hair. It has the features of a hyena. Its waiting mouth holds long, sharp teeth, and a jaw so powerful it cannot be pried off its meal by any means.
It is the human face of the Kishi that insinuates itself as a potential boyfriend, and in addition the Kishi is a smooth talker, a great raconteur who lures with ease. He often attends village dances, invites his intended meal out to dinner, and when the time is right turns his head around and devours her.”
She paused and closed the book, thoughts filling her mind. “So we’re lookin’ for a good lookin’, long haired, sweet talker that’s been visiting the nearby bars and clubs.”
“As far as I can tell, we’ve seen only one bar since we’ve been out here.” Monte added and pulled her jacket closer to her body, unaware that Dean scooted closer to her to share his warmth. “I’d say that’s our best bet.”
“So we head to the bar, look for Mr. Suave, bring him out here and take care of it.” Dean stated but Sam shook his head. “What, you got a better idea?”
“These demons hunt women, Dean. Do you really think you or I would be able to lure him out into the open without him knowing something was up?”
Dean saw Sam’s point and looked over at Onyx and Monte.
“Whoa, wait a minute.” Monte exclaimed and stood protectively in front of Onyx. “You ain’t suggesting we play bait? ‘Cuz I’m not doin’ it.”
“I’ll do it.” Onyx said softly, not entirely happy with the idea.
Monte spun around and gave her wide eyes. “No Onyx, this isn’t Phoenix and we’re not Hunting Si’lats Demons (a female Ghoul from the Arabian Desert). This won’t be a simple hit and burn.” To emphasize her point, she grabbed Onyx by the shoulders and gave her a good shake. “You are not risking your ass, you hear me? Don’t go heroine on me because you feel it’s you’re duty.”
Sam and Dean exchanged a look when Dean whispered to his brother, “Somethin’ tells me these two need some serious therapy.”
Sam knew there was something else... He could tell by the frantic, angry look on Monte’s face and Onyx’s averted gaze that something like this had come up before...and they hadn’t gotten away unscathed.
“We’ll need just one of you to lure him out.” Sam began and got Onyx’s pain filled gaze. Monte however would not look at him. It was her turn to be pissed. “We’ll be there with you, we’re not going to let anything happen to you.”
Monte turned toward Sam and shoved him hard in the chest, nearly knocking him off his feet. “You’ll do what, protect Us? HA! That’s a fuckin’ laugh.” She grabbed Onyx’s arm and started to drag her away to the cars. “C’mon Onyx, let’s go.”
But Onyx didn’t budge. She locked her knees and became rigid, stopping Monte from pulling her away.
Monte faced Onyx, “Let’s go Onyx.”
Onyx shook her head and said softly. “Not this time Monte.”
Monte dropped her hands and sighed. “You won’t let up, will you?” She said in a tired voice while pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers.
“Let’s get this bastard before he takes out someone else’s daughter.” Onyx said in a low voice and met Monte’s cynical gaze. They had been through something like this before...but it had been a bloodsucker with a conscience that nearly got them killed. Go figure, the one sane one of the lot had turned on them at the last second because he couldn’t hack it alone. Nearly took Monte with him. All because Onyx felt a sting of compassion for the twisted son-of-a-bitch.
Now it was her turn to play bait...her turn to try and make things right. Monte said it was just damage control, that shit happens and you learn to buck it up and keep going. But it never left Onyx...it was always there in the back of her mind that she’d almost risked her friend’s life.
Onyx looked to the earth beneath her feet and fought back the tears that tried to well up in her eyes.
Monte saw her struggle and even though she wanted to literally knock some sense into her thick skull, she did the next best thing. She reached over and pulled her into a bear hug.
Dean held a look of puzzlement and cleared his throat. “Alright...” He said it with a hint of discomfort in his voice and got everyone’s attention. “Now that we’ve all kissed and made up,” Dean said not trying to seem like an ass because of his serious dislike for chick-flick moments. “Let’s go fishin’.”
The bar had been packed with old truckers, young football jocks and few just kids over twenty-one. They all swarmed at either the pool tables or around the bar itself.
It took our small foursome to find their target within seconds.
Thanks to Dean’s eye for an easy lay, he caught sight of a pretty little blonde thing sitting next to a tall, broad shouldered, tanned skin stranger. His thick, straight hair fell down his back like an obsidian waterfall that shined a deep blue in the dim lights. From the corner of the decent sized bar, the girls could tell that their Kishi Demon was trying to seal the deal...and it seemed to be working.
“Shit,” Monte spat under her breath and fingered the butt of her sawed off twelve gauge hidden in her coat. “Onyx you better work that mojo of yours or we’re gonna have another corpse in the morning.”
Onyx let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding and steadied herself. Right as she was about to walk away Sam wrapped his hand around hers and gave a gentle squeeze of reassurance before quickly letting go. She turned enough to flash him, as well as Monte and Dean, a small smile before turning on the heel of her boot and walking over to the very spot where they had spotted the Kishi Demon.
She had worked her mojo alright. Onyx had done so well in fact, that the Kishi had completely forgotten about his little blonde snack and decided to go for a heartier meal. It almost made her laugh that she’d one-upped the skinny blonde by just being full figured.
Irony knows no bounds...
Onyx had lured him out into the deep trenches of the wild Oregon forest while Monte, Dean and Sam all waited nearby, ready to spring the trap when she gave the signal.
The Kishi Demon didn’t just give Onyx the creeps, he also oozed sex. He was what she liked to call a walking erection with ears. What was even more unnerving about conversing with the Kishi, was not only was he incredibly well spoken...he was fuckin’ sexy. Drop dead sexy. The kind of sexy that by just seeing him up close would make any woman’s toes curl. Scary, but true.
“Have you always walked with strangers out into the darkness?” The Kishi spoke in a low purr of a voice with a very faint accent at the edge of his words. “Could be a very dangerous practice these days... You never know what a stranger would do to such...a delectable morsel, such as yourself.”
Onyx wanted to roll her eyes at the sexual innuendos but remained outwardly carefree. “I’m a smart girl, I can take care of myself.” She chimed and felt the energy around her shift. Crap...
The Kishi with his violet blue eyes seemed to pulse with a hidden light and took a step toward her. That’s when she made the signal.
Monte saw the flash of Onyx’s fingers crossing behind her back and nodded to the boys that it was time. “Stay low and tread lightly. If we spread out we’ll be able to cover more ground.” She announced in a quiet voice and held her sawed off close to her chest. Her eyes fixed on her target. “We wanna catch this fucker by surprise.”
Dean couldn’t help himself. “You the squad leader now?”
She gave Dean an unimpressed look as Sam sighed and shook his head with an amused smile on his lips. “Just shut up and do your job. We’ll discuss group tactics and leadership skills once the Kishi is well and burned. Got me?”
Sam stifled a laugh as Dean opened his mouth, blinked, thought better of it and closed his jaws tight. Making a smart ass remark could wait.
They spread out along the tree line as Onyx started to back up, the Kishi trailing her every step with one of his own. They all knew that they only had one chance to get him before he turned that other head. Once his other head was exposed...they’d have one helluva fight on their hands.
“Playing games with strangers is a nasty business.” Onyx said in a dark voice, her face blank, eyes as cold and unemotional as a shark. “You could get hurt.”
The Kishi smirked with his pretty mouth. “I highly doubt that.” He paused as his energy fluttered against her aura, looking for a weak spot in her metaphysical shields. The Kishi was trying to seduce her with his magic...little did he know he was the one being played. “Though, the promise of violence before a good meal is always welcomed entertainment... I love to start off my dinner with a show.”
Monte moved quickly through the thick brush of the forest floor and parked herself right within shooting range behind the demon. She watched as the silent shadows of Sam and Dean wove around behind Onyx, going blissfully unnoticed by the Kishi, who was completely focused on his next meal.
That’s when it happened...
In a flash time went still and the world warped out of proportion like looking through a funhouse mirror.
The Kishi Demon lunged toward Onyx, but was caught off guard when she dropped back onto the earth. The balls of her boots slammed hard against his chest and with one powerful kick of both legs, sent him flying a few feet backwards into an area of low brush... Right into Monte’s line of sight.
Monte jumped up and aimed the sawed off at the Kishi’s back, when the drape of black hair lifted, revealing a distorted, mangled hyena face that snarled a snout filled with razor like incisors. She watched in that single moment as the head turned completely around, the bones in the neck popping and snapping as the hair then draped over the false human face as if it never existed.
Monte was sure she’d have nightmares about the Discovery Channel after that little freak show.
“NOW!” Monte screamed, aimed, and blew a hole the size of baseball through the Kishi’s back. Blood and thicker things spewed forward from the gaping wound in its chest, causing it to let out a morbid cry of pain.
Dean and Sam both sprang from their positions and began unloading their ammo into the things head. Suddenly Onyx was on her feet, holding a twelve inch plus curved blade that the boys never knew she had. She waited for their guns to go dry and for them to start reloading before she made her move. Before they could even ponder where she’d hidden it, she launched herself toward the howling demon and with a wide arcing swing of her arms, she sliced the blade through the demon’s neck and stood there as it lopped off its twitching torso and fell to the earth with an audible thump.
Blood gushed in crimson rain from the exposed wound, spraying everything in its wake as it collapsed to the ground next to its severed head.
Onyx just stood there, blade in her right hand, blood staining her face and arms. The trio closed the distance to her still form and noticed that she was starting to shake.
Monte, though also covered in blood, placed her sawed off back into its hidden holster under her jacket and placed a tentative hand on Onyx’s, the very hand holding the blade in a white knuckled grip.
“Onyx, it’s okay...it’s dead.” She said softly and felt a twitch run through her friend’s hand before releasing the blade altogether, letting it drop to her feet.
Sam and Dean exchanged looks and brought their eyes to the fallen demon.
“Kinda lost his head over the whole situation.” Dean chimed, trying to make light of things when three pairs of eyes just gave him a weird look. “What? It’s funny!” He said in his own defense as the trio shook their heads and started to get the supplies for burning the body.
When the smoke finally seized and there was nothing more then ash, Dean wiped his hands on his pants and said, “So...anyone for barbecue?” He grinned at the trio and started for the Impala. “Hell, a big plate of barbecued ribs sounds damned fine right about now!”
Monte and Onyx looked to Sam, who just shrugged.
“Is he always this...” Monte trailed off, unable to quite grasp the right word.
Sam sighed, “Don’t ask...” He replied and lead the girls back to their waiting cars.
After a quick stop to an all night diner that was blissfully empty and barbecue free, the wired foursome traveled back to a small motel to clean up and relax for the remainder of the night. Onyx and Monte had room 13 next to the boys’ room 12, so that if anything happened, they’d be right nearby.
“Night guys, see ya in the morning.” Monte exclaimed and closed the door behind her, thankful for a moment alone. “My god I need to take a shower.”
Onyx had mostly disrobed and was heading for the small bathroom next to the second queen sized bed. “Be out in ten.” She announced and vanished inside.
Monte let out a breath and went to walk over to her bed closest to the door to get out a fresh change of clothes from her duffel back when a knock sounded behind her. She paused, pulled out her sawed off and slid next to the doorframe, weapon ready. “Who is it?” She said in a pleasant sounding ‘I-was-just-falling-asleep’ voice when a familiar rasp spoke on the other side.
“It’s just Dean.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, holstered her weapon and opened the door. There was Dean, still just as filthy as her, holding a six pack of beer. “Figured you’d like some company while those two stole the showers.”
Monte smirked and motioned for him to come in, “How’d you know I’d be here and she’d be in the shower?” She asked while closing and locking the door in place before turning to face him.
He walked in and sat down at the small table for two near the out-of-date television set, opened a beer and held it out to her as she walked over. “Lucky guess. Sam is a bit of a shower hog too, thought maybe Onyx was the same way. So I thought you’d like to drink a few as we wait our turn.”
She took the open bottle and sat across from him, a suspicious gleam in her eyes. “Is that right...” She trailed off and took a drink of the beer as he nodded, looking terribly innocent with his sweet ‘I-can-do-no-wrong’ smile. Monte waited until he went to take a swig of his beer to add, “or did you think we’d be all wet, naked, and waiting for you?”
Dean just about choked on his beer at the accusation and coughed to clear the sting in his throat. “Say again?”
She rolled her eyes and set the bottle on the table, her eyes narrowed. “You heard me. You think me and Onyx have some wild hidden lesbian thing going on and you just couldn’t help but sneak over and get your jollies off by catching us in the act.”
His jaw dropped, “I would never.”
Monte gave him a look. “Uh-huh. Riiiight, and I’m Mother Theresa.”
Dean furrowed his brows. “Hey, I don’t assume anything...”
He watched Monte give him an unimpressed smirk and sighed.
“Seriously!” Dean knew he was losing the fight...so he caved under her narrowed gaze. “Alright, fine... A part of my male brain was hoping you two would be doing nefarious things to each other but you’re not and I’m still here... So that should show you I really wanted to sit and have a few with you.”
Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened, billowing steam as Onyx walked out in a pair of clean faded blue jeans and a black band t-shirt that had pink cartoon bunny that read, ‘cute but psycho’ on it.
Hair pulled back on her head in a messy wet bun, she gave the two sitting at the table an inquisitive look. “Havin’ a party?” She chimed, walked over and snatched a fresh bottle from the six pack. With an expert twist of her wrist, she unscrewed the top, flicked the bottle cap at Dean and took a swig of the cold beer.
Monte checked her watch. Six minutes flat. “You’re gettin’ better at this.” She quipped with a smile and got up from her seat. “I’ll be back in fifteen.” She announced, took another swig of the cool beer, set it down on the table, collected her fresh change of clothes and vanished into the steamy depths of the bathroom.
Onyx drank a large portion of her beer and stared Dean down as he sat, now very uncomfortable, at the small table. “You got somethin’ better to do? Or you just gonna sit there and mope that you’re not gettin’ any?”
Dean glared at Onyx as he stood up. “You’re a real bitch, you know that?” He said under his breath and watched her grow an evil smile.
“Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment.” Onyx shot back, gave him a salute with her beer and took another swig. “You know, I’ll tell ya somethin’...” She began and cleared her throat from the last drops of alcohol sliding down into stomach. “Thought you were cute until you opened that mouth of yours...” Her voice dropped an octave as she gave him a warning with her eyes. “It kinda ruined the effect.”
The line of his jaw twitched at the nasty comment but he remained just standing in front of her. “What’s your problem, huh? Some asshole come along and kill that soul of yours? Or have you always been a cold hearted bitch?”
She drained the bottle of its contents, slammed it down on the table and gave him cold eyes. “First off, I don’t need to explain myself to you. But I will let you in on a little secret.” Onyx paused and stood up straight. “That girl in there doesn’t need your sleazy ass carrying god knows what kind of diseases, to work her up and then throw her away like trash.”
It finally dawned on him that Onyx was trying to push him away so he couldn’t hurt Monte. She brought a whole new meaning to being over protective. “Wait a minute... That’s what this is all about?” His voice was softer when he said it. “You’re just watchin’ out for her. Damn...” He ran a hand through his short hair and smirked, “and I thought I was bad.”
Dean suddenly had a whole new respect for her...
Onyx felt a little bad for being so harsh, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to show it. Instead...she tried a different approach. “Look, I’m gonna head out and see if Sam’s decent, maybe sit and talk to him for a while...” She was trying to say, without saying it all, that she was sorry and was willing to give Dean the chance to prove he wasn’t just another heartless pig.
“It’s been about...” He paused to check his watch, “fifteen minutes. He should be out by now.” What Dean failed to convey was that Sammy was probably walking around in nothing but a small towel.
He gave a sweet smile, “I’m sure he’d like the company.”
Seven minutes later Monte walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head, sporting a pair of gray jeans with small tears on the knees and a navy blue shirt with a black skull and crossbones on it consumed in bright blue flames.
Dean took one look at her and couldn’t stop his mouth when he blurted out, “Bitchin’.”
She paused in her footsteps, blinked and then looked at the logo on her shirt. “Oh...” She brought her face back up and tried to hide the blush invading her cheeks. “Uh...thanks.” Monte said quickly and unwove the towel from her hair. While bent forward she quickly twisted the long wet locks into a messy bun, not so unlike Onyx, and secured it to the back of her head with a few twists of a black rubber band. When she stood back up, she nearly jumped as Dean stood directly in front of her, his face serious, his eyes fierce.
“Holy Christ!” She bellowed and steadied herself with a hand to her chest. She let out a soft, nervous laugh. “Jesus you scared me.”
“Sorry.” Dean rumbled but held an expression of amusement mixed with...of all things...lust.
Monte seriously wasn’t counting on him gettin’ all hot-n-bothered because of her choice in clothing. It was Dean Winchester...the man was a walking penis. Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if it made a small beeping noise when he scanned a crowd for a potential lay. A penis with chick radar... Yup, she could see that happening.
“What?” He asked as she fought a fit of giggles and tried to cover it up with a hand to her mouth. “Something you wanna share?”
Her eyes went wide and she lost it. “Oh hell no!” She spat between breaths and tried to push the image of a Dean’s pants making a muffled beeping sound when ever he walked by a chick and hearing it beep wildly when he got a hard-on.
Dean didn’t know what she was laughing at, but it was contagious and found himself chuckling. “Come on, is it some weird chick thing?”
She laughed even harder, snorted, blushed and choked on her giggles when Dean’s eyes went wide.
“Uhm...you wouldn’t,” she hiccupped on her giggles and tried again, “understand.”
A half smirk danced on his lips as he crossed his arms, “try me.”
Why the hell not? She thought and finally said, “Well... I suddenly had this image of your pants beeping like radar while you were in a crowded bar...and...” Monte fought herself and managed to spill it. “When you got a hard on it would go ballistic.”
Dean stood there, wide eyed, brows lifted high with funniest look on his face. “Penis Radar...” He said, almost shocked...and fell into a burst of very masculine laughter.
Onyx, having finished a much needed cigarette, stood outside room 12 and went to knock when she was stopped the by sounds of Monte and Dean cackling with laughter. She blinked a few times, shook her head and gave the old door three firm knocks.
She heard something crashing onto the floor, a muffled curse and then Sam’s voice on the other side, sounding almost breathless. “Yea?”
Onyx chuckled to herself. “It’s Onyx.”
Another muffled curse, sounds of shuffling and running into things followed by Sam calling from somewhere deep in the room, “Just a minute!” She waited, laughing softly to herself as Sam’s movement flowed from just behind the door.
The door opened to reveal a shirtless Sam, chest glistening with water, his hair hanging in a mess of wet waves around his face. Onyx noticed that his jeans had been tugged on because by the way they rode so very low on his hips, he was definitely commando.
“Hey.” He muttered while catching his breath and ran a hand through his hair. When she just stood there, a small smile on her lips, Sam realized she was waiting to be invited in. “Oh,” he said and moved a step back, swinging the door wide for her to come in. “Come on in.”
“Thanks.” She replied and moseyed into the room like a cat walking effortlessly along the top of a very narrow fence. With a quick glance around the room she chimed, “I didn’t come over at a bad time, did I?” Onyx asked while noting that a small towel, still damp, was tossed carelessly behind the bed closest to the bathroom. A small chair next to the table had been knocked on its side... Which must have been what he kept running into.
“Uh no,” Sam replied while closing the door behind him and hurriedly walked over to fix the chair. “Where’s Dean?” He asked and tried to appear cool and aloof, even though the nervous gesture of his hand running through his hair told Onyx otherwise.
She sat herself down on the edge of Sam’s bed and got comfortable. “Oh he’s hanging out with Monte.” Onyx replied with a calm smile, thoroughly enjoying Sam’s naked upper body. “I wanted to come over and hang out, thought maybe you’d like a change in company.”
Sam visibly swallowed his anxiety and sat down in the chair he’d righted, right across from Onyx sitting so comfortably on his bed. “Oh, well yea.” That nervous hand going through the hair thing again, “I like you, I mean... What I meant to say is that I enjoy your company and...” Sam started to trail off, feeling more embarrassed with himself then ever.
God, why was it so hard to form a coherent sentence? He’d sat with women before... But this one was different. She was different. She was so much like Dean, all cool and relaxed like the world was right as rain. She didn’t seem in the least bit bashful at his obvious lack of shirt. It was almost like nothing fazed her... Which of course, got a little bug of curiosity buzzing in Sam’s head.
When a young male is sitting across from an attractive young female and he senses a challenge...he’s gonna accept that challenge.
And may the gods show mercy on his soul...
Monte and Dean sat across each other, hands holding five cards each, three empty beer bottles next to two freshly opened. Another fresh pack sat next to them on the floor.
“Hey, let’s change this up a bit.” Dean muttered and looked Monte in the eyes. “How about a rule change?”
She quirked a brow, “What kind of Rule Change?” She didn’t like where he was going. “You’re still not sore that I’ve beaten you nine times out of ten, are you?”
“It was eight actually and no,” Dean corrected and took a swig of his cold brew, “How ‘bout it?”
She worried her bottom lip between her teeth and gave him a curious look. “Run it by me and I’ll think about it.”
“Aw come one, Monte! Live recklessly!”
The puppy dog look he was giving her would have made her say yes to anything at that point... Which meant the beer was hitting her harder then she’d hoped it would. “Alright fine...”
“Good! Strip poker it is!” Dean ginned wide, stole her cards away and began reshuffling the deck.
Monte’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “Whoa, Whoa!” She said quickly and noticed he was shaking his head at her. “No fucking way...”
He cut her off, still grinning. “Sorry babe, rules are rules.” He stopped to gaze into her eyes. “Well, unless you don’t think you can hack it...”
That one little statement put her right back into game mode. “Fine, bring it on Radar Boy.”
His grin, which couldn’t possibly be more devious, stretched a little wider until he was showing those pearly whites of his. “Now that’s the kind of attitude you need for Strip Poker.”
Ten Minutes Later
Dean sat in his chair, scowling, in only a pair of deep green boxer-briefs.
Monte however, was fully clothed with a shit-eating-grin on her face. “Show me the cards, pretty boy.” She taunted, knowing that very shortly he’d be completely naked.
When he turned his hand so she could see the cards, her face paled. “Four Aces beats Four Queens.” He chimed and laid them flat on the table for her to continue staring at. “Four cards means four pieces of clothing...”
She gave a slow blink and swallowed the lump in the back of her throat. “Fuck...” Was all that came out of her mouth as Dean sat back, arms crossed, smiling evilly at her. “That’s not fair...”
“Hey, that was your rule about three minutes ago.” He shot back, still smiling that evil Cheshire cat smile.
“Well, I change the rule...” Monte started to say but Dean waved a hand to stop her.
“Oh no you don’t, once the rule’s made, there’s no going back. Besides...” He trailed off, running his tongue slowly over his lips. “I shouldn’t be the only one half naked around here.”
That made her heart stop dead in her chest. Holy fuckin’ crap! Me? Naked? And Dean...almost Naked? Oh dear mother of all things holy... Naked, both of us, alone... Bad idea, bad idea... Her mind spat over and over until Dean snapped her out of her cart wheeling thoughts with a snap of his fingers.
“Earth to Monte.” He said and got her full attention. He quirked a brow and fought the smile of triumph wanting to form on his lips. “You gonna chicken out?”
That did it.
She got up and with jerky hands, tore off her shirt, pants and stood in front of him in nothing but a black sports bra and tight black boy-shorts-underwear. She would’ve been completely mortified if it hadn’t been for her spark of liquid courage. Sometimes...beer could be such a wonderful invention.
Dean gave her a thorough once over but scoffed, “Two pieces to go, princess.”
“Look...I’m not...” She trailed off, suddenly very aware of how completely vulnerable she was. And if it wasn’t bad enough, Dean stood up and crossed the small distance between them...
Before she could even think of any kind of rational response, Dean slipped his hand against the side of her face, slid his other hand behind her back and pulled her hard against him in a soul consuming, mind blowing, I’m-going-to-devour-you kiss.
Monte felt her ovaries explode.
Onyx laid back on Sam’s bed, legs crossed at the ankle, sitting up on her elbows as he sat at the edge of the bed, still shirtless. “Ya we’re a lot like sisters. Met about a few years back at a local haunt for bloodsuckers...been hip-to-hip ever since.” She explained and finally allowed herself to rest back on his pillows, which kept her propped upright.
“So you’ve been a Hunter for a while now?” Sam asked, fighting the urge to crawl up beside her.
Onyx thought about it for a moment and replied, “Eighteen years and counting.”
His jaw fell agape. “Wait, you’re only twenty-four...” He watched her nod, a sad sparkle in her eyes. “You started hunting at six years old?”
She let out a dark chuckle. “Yup. Killed my first demon. Tried to warn my parents that thing under my bed was real and of course, they didn’t believe me. So I snuck into my Dad’s room one night, snatched his .45 and brought it to bed with me.”
“You shot it?”
“Naw, it wasn’t loaded. I dropped it, ran into my parents room, and found an old wooden baseball bat under the bed... Funny how it didn’t hurt the thing when I hit it. It actually snapped it in half with its clawed hands and threw it at me. I would have been dead if I didn’t grab the sharpest end and tried to protect myself when the thing tripped over the other half of the broken bat and fell on me.” A haunted look fell over her eyes as she spoke of the memory. “I remember it jerking, sliding onto the bat and then it just dissolved all around me. At first it felt like spiders crawling over my skin and then next thing I knew, I was lying there with the snapped baseball bat in my hands.”
“What happened when your parents found out?” Sam asked and had found himself sitting beside her on the bed. He hadn’t remembered moving.
She chuckled, “They didn’t. I threw the bat away and made sure everything was where it had been before they left for the night.” Onyx gave him her eyes. “Fuckin’ babysitter fell asleep on the couch and hadn’t heard a damned thing because the TV was too loud. Some babysitter.”
Sam sat with her in the silence that followed and found himself wanting to touch her... He cleared his throat and shifted, about to get up when her hand found his, stopping him in his movement.
“You don’t have to...” She said softly, her small hand gripping his for emphasis.
He swallowed the huge lump of uncertainty and sat back down when her other hand reached over, took him by the same arm she was holding and pulled him towards her.
Before he knew what hit him, she was sitting up, lips pressed gently against his while his arms found themselves on either side of his body, holding him up.
A deep groan echoed into the kiss and he lowered himself on top of her, pushing her legs apart with his, while his mouth explored hers with lips, tongue and teeth...
Dean had slid his hands down her naked body, savoring the silk of her skin under his rough palms. He let out a deep rumbling growl when she bit at his neck, her smaller hands traveling down his back only to fall onto his ass, gripping and kneading the firm muscles beneath.
“Damn baby...” He purred deep in his chest and caught her lustful gaze. “If I did have Penis Radar... I’d be transmitting to Iceland right about now.”
A burst of giggle fought their way to her lips, but were stolen away by the crushing kiss of his mouth against hers.
With gentle persuasion, he pushed her back toward the bed, where they fell wrapped in each others arms, mouths locked, tongues twisting like two wild vines in the sticky heat of some dark jungle.
He rose above her and flicked something into view with his fingers before tearing it open with his teeth. With an expert movement of his hands, he slipped the condom on and slid between her legs, brushing himself against her sweet spot before plunging every thick inch of himself into her aching body.
Monte squirmed beneath him, wanting that sweet sensation of his body rolling in out of hers. The very promise made her writhe against him.
A guttural sound, like that of a growling bear, rippled away from his mouth as his hips began their delicious rhythm in and out of her quivering body.
Nails began digging down his back as he kept rolling himself over that little spot so deep inside, causing waves of tickling energy to swell through her blood. He propped himself up on his hands and peered down between them, sweat dripping down his forehead and cheeks, mouth hung open in ragged breaths, his eyes focused on his body sliding in and out of her.
Monte followed his gaze, moaned and fell back against the mattress, back arched, legs tight against his hips as her hands searched for something, anything to hold onto. There was a soft tearing sound as she gripped onto the sheets, digging her nails into the thin fabric for dear life.
Dean sped up, pumping faster and faster as he felt her body respond by the small quaking as he slid himself in and out of her. He watched her face scrunch up in a mixture of pain and pleasure. That did it for him.
He started slamming into her when she literally came off the bed, back impossibly arched, eyes held shut while her mouth hung open in a wordless scream. He felt the tightening all around him followed by an onslaught of tremors that felt like she was going to milk the very life out of him.
Harder, faster, he pounded into her. Causing the bed to slam against the wall, the sheets to go completely askew off the side of the bed as her tortured cries of passion followed him off the edge of oblivion.
He slammed into her once, then twice before completely collapsing into her arms...
Monte struggled to breath, her eyes stinging from Dean’s sweat falling onto her face. “Wow...” She exclaimed breathlessly while staring up into the dark ceiling. “...just...wow...”
Dean nuzzled his face into the nape of her neck and rumbled, “Beep...beep.”
Monte let out a small fit of laughter which made him writhe above her. “Oh sorry...” She snorted as he very carefully, pulled out and laid next to her. As spent as she was, she still remembered the condom. “Hey, Dean?”
“Hmm?” He growled beside her and felt a wave of exhaustion sweep over him.
She stifled a giggle and only said one word. “Condom.”
Dean let out a tired groan, sat up, kissed her gently on the forehead, pushed himself off the bed and proceeded to pad to the bathroom... Giving Monte a full view of his White Ass that seemed to glow in the darkness of the room.
She sighed as the sound of the toilet flushing followed by the water running in the sink echoed against the walls. Sated and glowing, she wondered how things were going next door.
The thought made her giggle.
Dean returned and crawled into bed behind Monte, pulling her back flush against his chest, spooning with her. “What’s so...” He trailed off as a yawn broke through him, “funny?”
Monte yawned in response and closed her eyes. “Just wonder how Onyx and Sam are doing.”
Dean snorted, “We’d have heard a small explosion by now.”
Monte opened her eyes, “An explosion? Don’t you mean beeping?”
“Nope.” he growled kissing the back of her neck, “He’d have exploded.”
They fell into a burst of tired laughter and drifted off into a blissful, orgasm induced slumber...
Sam trailed his lips down Onyx’s neck as his hands slid the strap of her bra down her arms until it slipped from her hands and fell to the floor. She let out a soft whimper when his teeth grazed a soft spot at the nape of her neck and bit down, turning her pain into a delicious kind of pleasure.
Her small hands traveled up his beautifully sculpted chest, fingers like velvet along his hot skin as his mouth sucked and nibbled at her neck, making her growl against him as he marked her. Onyx knew that if he didn’t stop soon he’d draw blood...but the thought came and went as maneuvered her onto his lap, her back facing his chest, naked flesh touching, teasing... Not quite piercing but aching for the plunge.
“Don’t forget...” Onyx whispered softly as Sam reached down and brought an unwrapped condom paper to her eyes.
“I didn’t.” He growled against her neck and tossed the wrapper.
He was sitting on the chair, long legs planted firmly beneath them as he helped raise her ass just a little above him, before easing her ever so slowly onto every thick, hot inch of his pulsing flesh.
She trembled at the feeling of being stretched and let out a soft whimper as he placed his mouth on the back of her neck, right over the same spot as before and bit down.
With his large hands on her hips, he began moving her back and forth against him, guiding her movement, enjoying the sensation of that tight heat sliding over his body.
“God you’re so tight...” He growled against her neck and bit down harder, piercing her flesh and tasting iron on his tongue. Something about that taste drove him wild, made him maneuver her from his lap until she was bent over the table.
Onyx braced herself but remembered the height difference. “You’re too tall.” She said and stood up straight so she could look into his hungry eyes, a very faint smear of blood lining his lips.
His brow furrowed when he got an idea and grabbed the chair. He set it in front of her, the back of the chair resting against the table. “Kneel on the chair.”
She gave him a look. “I’m not That short, Sammy.”
He looked perplexed for a moment at turned to the bed, which was lower then the chair. “The bed?”
Onyx walked over to the bed, crawled onto it on all fours and glanced behind her.
He didn’t need an invitation.
Before she could brace herself, he’d slammed himself deep into her heat, his large hands gripping her thick hips, the sound of his groan causing her to tremble from the inside out.
The bed spread that was once neatly folded on the bed was tangled beneath her hands as he pounded himself into her, the sound of his body slapping hard against her as he moved.
A loud thumping started to echo off the wall behind the bed as he pushed her upper body down to the mattress, bringing her ass up higher so he could watch himself sliding in and out of her. His large hand on her back slid between her legs where his index and middle finger found the swollen bud and gave it a gentle flick which caused her to buck against him.
Sam leaned his body forward, nearly draping himself over her back as his hips continued their assault, his fingers rubbing small circles over and over the swollen bud. His free hand tangling itself in her hair, pulling her head back at a harsh angle while his mouth found that tender spot on her neck and bit down, harder this time, his hips working faster, making her tremble and cry out like a cat in heat.
She felt the climax hit her like a tsunami engulfing the shore and would have collapsed beneath him if Sam hadn’t felt it just at the right moment. He took her hips in both hands and just started slamming her against the bed, panting, sweat dripping, body pounding again and again until she buried her face in the mattress and screamed herself hoarse.
She writhed and bucked against him as his orgasm hit. Two hard pumps into her body, he went rigid for a breath of seconds and fell against her...completely drained.
Her arms shook as she tried to hold them both up when she whispered, breathless, “Condom...” And fell helplessly to the bed as he very gently, pulled out and started for the bathroom.
While he cleaned up she used the very last of her strength to drag her body up to the pillows and laid out on her right side.
Just as her eyes, heavy with sleep, started to close... She heard the water shut off and felt the bed dip as Sam crawled in behind her, wrapping his body protectively against her exhausted flesh.
Sam nuzzled his face against her neck and felt her flinch in pain. He furrowed his brow and tried to focus in the darkness of the room and noticed a bloody set of teeth marks imbedded in the darkest hickey he had ever seen. “Oh shit...I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay...it was worth it.” She mumbled, eyes closed, a stupid smile on her lips.
He felt a ping of guilt in his stomach but was too exhausted to let it get to him. Instead, a he laid a feather like kiss over his obvious mark and pulled her ever closer...
Where they both drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
The Next Morning
“You guys looked rested.” Dean chimed as they all sat in a booth at the all night diner, eating breakfast and drinking coffee.
Monte, sitting next to Dean, across from Onyx... Looked into her friend’s eyes.
Onyx and Dean shared the same shit-eating-grin while Monte and Sam seemed to blush on cue.
“What did you guys do last night?” Onyx quipped while sipping her coffee as Monte turned a brighter shade of red.
“Played poker.” Dean replied in casual tone and gave his little brother a devilish look, “How ‘bout you, Sammy?”
Sam nearly choked on his bite of scrambled eggs which caused everyone to bubble with laughter.
“Oh hey, what was so funny when I left the room last night?” Onyx asked and watched as Dean and Monte shared a look and started hiccupping with laughter.
Before Sam or Onyx could ask, Dean leaned over to Monte as she went to take a bite of her bacon and said, “Beep, beep.” Which lead to them losing it.
“We missed something...” Sam murmured to Onyx and glanced at her, noticing that she’d wrapped a black piece of cloth around her neck that accented her black turtle neck. He guessed she was making damned sure no one else noticed the little love bite.
Onyx raised a brow and waited for Monte to compose herself before chiming, “Did it involve Motor Oil and Jumper Cables?”
Sam and Dean looked utterly and completely confused as the girls lost themselves to the hysterical laughter that boiled up inside them at the comment Onyx made.
“Oh man, now that would have been hysterical!” Onyx hiccupped between giggles.
Monte snorted and struggled to speak, “Walking in and finding you standing there with those damned Jumper Cables... Oh my god!”
Onyx matched Monte’s onslaught of giggles and muttered in a deep southern drawl that made the boys look at her like she just sprouted another head. “So therr I wuz...strapped to the bed, nekkid... Motor oil smeared all over muh body... And there she was, a rubber chicken in one hand...a pair of jumper cables in the other.”
They nearly fell out of the booth by laughing so hard.
Dean and Sam shared a strange look when Dean said, “Rubber chicken? What’s that got to do with...” He trailed off and got the joke... He’d heard it somewhere before. He snorted a laugh and saw that Sam also caught on.
As if on cue, Dean and Sam, in their best deep southern drawl exclaimed, “You shurr do godda purday mowth.”
The cook and three waitress’s looked over at the booth at the end of the diner... With four young people laughing hysterically at some weird joke they just didn’t get.
“Damned kids.” Grunted the old cook as he went back to making another batch of pancakes for his other customers.
The three waitress’s; two about seventeen and giggling while the third and obliviously oldest, probably in her mid forties, just shook her head with a smile.
“I miss being young and in love.” She said softly as the couples in the corner booth laughed and cuddled with each other... Enjoying their moment of happiness.
Their moment of pure normalcy in the early hours of day...
But when night came, they would do what they were born to do...
Hunt evil sonsabitches.
Except this time...it wasn’t two against the world... But a family of four.
Who’da thought?
-The End-