Unexpected Destinies Chapter 38
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: R
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, attempted non-con, mild het
Word Count: 2,370
Summary: Dean manages to find trouble while out hustling.
PAST
"Sorry, but I'm already with someone."
Although he'd been using that line or one quite similar to it for a while now whenever he got hit on at a bar while hustling or just winding down with a beer or two, Dean still wasn't used to it. It went against a lifetime's worth of habit but, while he still flirted in return if it was clearly harmless enjoyment without any further intent, it had now become standard. And really, it was all worth it for the look that had been on his lover's face when Castiel had overheard him saying it when he'd been unaware of the angel's presence until turning around. This time, however, it didn't seem to be enough which kinda surprised Dean as most women seemed to take an existing relationship as more than enough to steer clear of him. This chick, though, was smoking hot and probably just wasn't used to being turned down and he knew that before he'd have been all over her at the first sign of interest in him. Now, however, all he could do was appreciate her beauty as the rest left him cold. He wasn't even so much as tempted, the mere thought of cheating on Castiel making him feel physically ill.
None of which seemed to make the least bit of difference to her as Dean could see her still watching him out of the corner of his eye. Every so often, she'd adjust her position to get the best view possible as he leaned over the pool table to take a shot and it was starting to make him feel uncomfortable. Even he'd never been so persistent in light of such obvious rejection. Sex had always been all about having a good time for him and there were more then enough people to leave those alone who weren't interested, or in a relationship. That was one boundary he'd always respected, the only one his father had insisted upon when he'd first started showing an interest in sex. He was so distracted by the continued unwanted attention that he nearly lost the game and he was forced to turn down the offer for a rematch even though he could really use the money. His head wasn't with it and he knew when to quit.
He made a beeline for the men's room, hoping she'd wander off if he stayed there a while. Dean felt kind of pathetic doing it, but he didn't always know what to do when it came to humans. Give him a supernatural creature that was harming people and he knew precisely what to do, but humans? He knew that they pulled some crazy shit at times, but he didn't really have the first clue what to do with them if they weren't actively trying to kill him or anyone else. More then once, he'd simply tied them up and left them for the cops to deal with, but he couldn't exactly do that in this case. He could only hope that she'd either lose interest or leave him alone in face of his continued refusal. If worst came to worst, he supposed he could call Castiel and prove exactly how not interested he was, but he'd rather avoid that if at all possible given the jealousy issues his lover had already displayed at the start of their relationship and then again recently with the reminder of his previous relationship with Lisa. He didn't really know if those had gotten even worse and he didn't want to test that this way.
To his relief, Dean couldn't immediately spot her when he came out of the men's room and he quickly made his escape. Outside, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked the short distance to his motel. Despite getting away, he still felt oddly restless, so much so that it took him three tries to get his key into the lock. The hair at the back of his neck prickled too late and he turned around only to be pinned against the door as she was suddenly there, invading his personal space.
"Hello again, Gorgeous, did you really think you'd lost me that easily?"
Creature, he finally realized, instincts kicking in far too late and he found he couldn't really do anything. He was in thrall, Dean realized, cursing himself for not noticing it earlier. Before he could even begin to try and fight it off her lips was on his, kissing him and her tongue swept into his mouth as her hand on his jaw forced it open. He could taste something passing into his mouth and it hit his blood right away, rapidly clouding his mind. He was only dimly aware of her one hand sliding down to the small of is back, relieving him of his gun, while the other turned the knob, opening the door and making him fall backwards into the room. He must have broken the salt line as he fell as she followed him in, shutting the door behind her.
"Ha! I knew you were a hunter," she crowed triumphantly. "I haven't had one of you before."
"Still not interested, Bitch!"
That gave her pause and Dean used the opportunity to try and regain his senses somewhat. He hated fucking sirens or succubi or whatever the hell she was with her goddamn mind control shit. Or more like hormone control, he realized as he felt arousal flood through him, hardening his cock so fast it was physically painful and he latched onto the pain to help him clear his head somewhat. It wasn't enough, though, not by a long shot and before he could do anything, she was lowering herself onto him, straddling his hips.
"We'll see about that, Pretty," she purred, running her hands over his chest. "So perfect, I'm glad now that I missed the other hunter as you were worth waiting for."
"Fuck you!"
"That's the whole point, Gorgeous. Now, come on, you know you want me."
The venom or liquid arousal or whatever the hell it was burned hot and fast through Dean's veins and it was so tempting to just give into it and what she was offering. To just let himself go and bury his cock balls deep in her, but he fought it off. No, this was not what he wanted and he wouldn't give into her.
"No, I really don't."
Her face turned ugly for a moment, briefly revealing her true form, before it returned a more normal pouty expression. "Come on, Darling, whoever she is, you don't like her that much."
"Yes, I do," Dean declared, not bothering to correct her, but clinging to the image and memory of Castiel.
"You think she can give you what I can?"
She rolled her hips and Dean couldn't help but moan at the pressure and heat on his throbbing cock, even through the layers of clothing separating them. He felt ready to burst at the slightest touch but knew it didn't work that way. Although he didn't know exactly what she was, he did know that all of the likely candidates fed off of sexual energy and rode their victims long and hard before sucking them dry after they'd finally come. And, even if he could fight off her influence long enough to kill her, he'd still be screwed as she'd gotten her poison into him. But that was getting ahead of himself as, at the moment, he couldn't so much as raise a finger against her.
"I can make it better for you than you've ever had it before. Just think, someone who's had decades to perfect their technique."
"Thanks, but I think I'll pass."
Permission, she seemed to be asking for it, or no, not permission, admission. She needed a foothold, Dean realized, something with which to worm her way deeper into him as her venom alone didn't seem to be working. He pulled his lips into a caricature of a smile at that, though it cost him dearly. He took heart from the fact that if he could just keep fighting her that she wouldn't be able to get what she needed from him. But then what? He doubted she'd just leave him and she probably had all night and, unless Castiel happened to drop by, he didn't have any backup.
Shit.
"What? Do you love her, is that it?" she wheedled.
"Yes."
The word was out of Dean's mouth before he'd even thought about it and it shocked him to his very core. He loved Castiel. Suddenly everything took on a surreal edge and a nuke could have gone off in the room and he'd never have noticed it. That was how deeply shaken he was just then. Logically he knew that love didn't just sneak up on someone, that it had to build and grow, to flourish, but it seemed to have done so in some hidden part of him that he was unaware of as this was the first that he knew of it. Yeah, he'd known that he'd come to care for Cas more then he had about anyone else he'd slept with, but still... love? That just seemed so huge and unbelievable and yet it was true. Now that he thought about it, he knew it right down to his very bones and it scared the living shit out of him.
Love like this was not a good thing, not for him. Dean wanted to shove it aside and bury it and pretend that he'd never realized it, but he already knew he wouldn't be able to. If he hadn't been able to ignore his sexual attraction to Castiel, then how could he possibly hope to ignore this?
"You do?" she demanded, clearly caught off-guard before she laughed. "How lovely, a hunter in love. So, what, you think you can protect her from all of the big bad out there that'll come after you?"
Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas. Dean hoped that if he thought about his lover enough, he'd be able to fight off this thrall she had over him long enough to kill her. He could worry about what to do with his newfound knowledge and the aftereffects of her poison later, he just needed to concentrate on killing her first.
"Doesn't need... protection," Dean managed to force out.
She tried to kiss him again, but Dean turned his head away and she satisfied herself by licking and biting his ear instead. "Does she love you, this girl of yours?"
Dean nearly snorted at the very thought. An angel in love with a human, yeah, he wasn't that stupid. Sure, his lover clearly cared about him, but love? He wasn't going to flatter himself. The thought had hardly even occurred to him before the arousal swamped his mind, rushing in over his suddenly weakened defenses. A part of him cried out in protest as he turned back to face her, his mouth seeking hers out for a hungry, brutal kiss, but it was lost in the haze now shrouding his mind. One hand came up to grab the back of her neck, while his other wrapped around her waist, holding her down as he ground up against her, moaning helplessly.
His whole world was reduced to a haze of need, want, lust so all consuming that Dean felt dizzy with it all. He was so hard and he wanted it so bad that it hurt and all he was aware of was the warm body on top of him, holding him down and teasing him. More. He needed more, now, but his attempts to turn them over were thwarted and he whined.
"Shh, not so fast, Pretty," a voice told him. "I want to savor this."
This wasn't right. The thought came to Dean out of nowhere and he wanted to ignore it, to focus on his need and on the pleasure-pain, to get what he needed and wanted so bad, but he couldn't. This was important, he just didn't know why. The feel of hands on his bare skin as his shirt was removed nearly derailed the thought, but ultimately just added to it. Something was wrong about those hands too, they were so small. Too small. The feel of a hot mouth on his nipple made him buck and cry out, dislodging the body atop him briefly and he nearly managed to turn them before he was pushed back down again. No, this was wrong. Very wrong.
The feeling solidified when he caught sight of cold brown eyes. They shouldn't be brown, Dean thought, they should be blue. Warm and blue, not cold and brown. Warm and blue and Castiel! The memory was like a sudden jolt to his system, but it wasn't enough to penetrate the haze clouding his mind and he still felt himself responding to her. No, stop, wrong! He struggled to regain control but couldn't quite make it. Cas! Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas! He screamed the name in his mind, but it was no use, his angel couldn't hear him as he was hidden. Hidden by the sigils Cas had given him. Cas, Cas, Cas.
Castiel!
Her hands slid down his chest towards his pants and Dean struggled all the harder in his mind. No, bad! Bad and no and wrong. Wrong! That was it, wrong. The thought confused him and distracted him. Cas, Cas, Cas. Wrong. Cas, wrong? No, creature, woman, wrong, bad. So why Cas and wrong? She pulled at the buckle, starting to loosen his belt. No! Need angel.
Oh! That was it. Not Cas wrong. But Cas wrong angel. To call. Not call Cas, Cas couldn't hear. Angel. Vessel. Angel to vessel bond. Sigils can't hide, not if called. So Cas wrong angel to call. Call... other angel. Vessely one. Dean's brow furrowed as he tried to recall the other angel. Not Cas angel, other angel. His belt was loosened and worked open and that sent another spike of panic and dread through him and then he had it.
"Michael!"
His voice had come out hardly louder than a lust filled croak and he could only hope it would be enough.
Chapter 39
Rating: R
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash, attempted non-con, mild het
Word Count: 2,370
Summary: Dean manages to find trouble while out hustling.
PAST
"Sorry, but I'm already with someone."
Although he'd been using that line or one quite similar to it for a while now whenever he got hit on at a bar while hustling or just winding down with a beer or two, Dean still wasn't used to it. It went against a lifetime's worth of habit but, while he still flirted in return if it was clearly harmless enjoyment without any further intent, it had now become standard. And really, it was all worth it for the look that had been on his lover's face when Castiel had overheard him saying it when he'd been unaware of the angel's presence until turning around. This time, however, it didn't seem to be enough which kinda surprised Dean as most women seemed to take an existing relationship as more than enough to steer clear of him. This chick, though, was smoking hot and probably just wasn't used to being turned down and he knew that before he'd have been all over her at the first sign of interest in him. Now, however, all he could do was appreciate her beauty as the rest left him cold. He wasn't even so much as tempted, the mere thought of cheating on Castiel making him feel physically ill.
None of which seemed to make the least bit of difference to her as Dean could see her still watching him out of the corner of his eye. Every so often, she'd adjust her position to get the best view possible as he leaned over the pool table to take a shot and it was starting to make him feel uncomfortable. Even he'd never been so persistent in light of such obvious rejection. Sex had always been all about having a good time for him and there were more then enough people to leave those alone who weren't interested, or in a relationship. That was one boundary he'd always respected, the only one his father had insisted upon when he'd first started showing an interest in sex. He was so distracted by the continued unwanted attention that he nearly lost the game and he was forced to turn down the offer for a rematch even though he could really use the money. His head wasn't with it and he knew when to quit.
He made a beeline for the men's room, hoping she'd wander off if he stayed there a while. Dean felt kind of pathetic doing it, but he didn't always know what to do when it came to humans. Give him a supernatural creature that was harming people and he knew precisely what to do, but humans? He knew that they pulled some crazy shit at times, but he didn't really have the first clue what to do with them if they weren't actively trying to kill him or anyone else. More then once, he'd simply tied them up and left them for the cops to deal with, but he couldn't exactly do that in this case. He could only hope that she'd either lose interest or leave him alone in face of his continued refusal. If worst came to worst, he supposed he could call Castiel and prove exactly how not interested he was, but he'd rather avoid that if at all possible given the jealousy issues his lover had already displayed at the start of their relationship and then again recently with the reminder of his previous relationship with Lisa. He didn't really know if those had gotten even worse and he didn't want to test that this way.
To his relief, Dean couldn't immediately spot her when he came out of the men's room and he quickly made his escape. Outside, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked the short distance to his motel. Despite getting away, he still felt oddly restless, so much so that it took him three tries to get his key into the lock. The hair at the back of his neck prickled too late and he turned around only to be pinned against the door as she was suddenly there, invading his personal space.
"Hello again, Gorgeous, did you really think you'd lost me that easily?"
Creature, he finally realized, instincts kicking in far too late and he found he couldn't really do anything. He was in thrall, Dean realized, cursing himself for not noticing it earlier. Before he could even begin to try and fight it off her lips was on his, kissing him and her tongue swept into his mouth as her hand on his jaw forced it open. He could taste something passing into his mouth and it hit his blood right away, rapidly clouding his mind. He was only dimly aware of her one hand sliding down to the small of is back, relieving him of his gun, while the other turned the knob, opening the door and making him fall backwards into the room. He must have broken the salt line as he fell as she followed him in, shutting the door behind her.
"Ha! I knew you were a hunter," she crowed triumphantly. "I haven't had one of you before."
"Still not interested, Bitch!"
That gave her pause and Dean used the opportunity to try and regain his senses somewhat. He hated fucking sirens or succubi or whatever the hell she was with her goddamn mind control shit. Or more like hormone control, he realized as he felt arousal flood through him, hardening his cock so fast it was physically painful and he latched onto the pain to help him clear his head somewhat. It wasn't enough, though, not by a long shot and before he could do anything, she was lowering herself onto him, straddling his hips.
"We'll see about that, Pretty," she purred, running her hands over his chest. "So perfect, I'm glad now that I missed the other hunter as you were worth waiting for."
"Fuck you!"
"That's the whole point, Gorgeous. Now, come on, you know you want me."
The venom or liquid arousal or whatever the hell it was burned hot and fast through Dean's veins and it was so tempting to just give into it and what she was offering. To just let himself go and bury his cock balls deep in her, but he fought it off. No, this was not what he wanted and he wouldn't give into her.
"No, I really don't."
Her face turned ugly for a moment, briefly revealing her true form, before it returned a more normal pouty expression. "Come on, Darling, whoever she is, you don't like her that much."
"Yes, I do," Dean declared, not bothering to correct her, but clinging to the image and memory of Castiel.
"You think she can give you what I can?"
She rolled her hips and Dean couldn't help but moan at the pressure and heat on his throbbing cock, even through the layers of clothing separating them. He felt ready to burst at the slightest touch but knew it didn't work that way. Although he didn't know exactly what she was, he did know that all of the likely candidates fed off of sexual energy and rode their victims long and hard before sucking them dry after they'd finally come. And, even if he could fight off her influence long enough to kill her, he'd still be screwed as she'd gotten her poison into him. But that was getting ahead of himself as, at the moment, he couldn't so much as raise a finger against her.
"I can make it better for you than you've ever had it before. Just think, someone who's had decades to perfect their technique."
"Thanks, but I think I'll pass."
Permission, she seemed to be asking for it, or no, not permission, admission. She needed a foothold, Dean realized, something with which to worm her way deeper into him as her venom alone didn't seem to be working. He pulled his lips into a caricature of a smile at that, though it cost him dearly. He took heart from the fact that if he could just keep fighting her that she wouldn't be able to get what she needed from him. But then what? He doubted she'd just leave him and she probably had all night and, unless Castiel happened to drop by, he didn't have any backup.
Shit.
"What? Do you love her, is that it?" she wheedled.
"Yes."
The word was out of Dean's mouth before he'd even thought about it and it shocked him to his very core. He loved Castiel. Suddenly everything took on a surreal edge and a nuke could have gone off in the room and he'd never have noticed it. That was how deeply shaken he was just then. Logically he knew that love didn't just sneak up on someone, that it had to build and grow, to flourish, but it seemed to have done so in some hidden part of him that he was unaware of as this was the first that he knew of it. Yeah, he'd known that he'd come to care for Cas more then he had about anyone else he'd slept with, but still... love? That just seemed so huge and unbelievable and yet it was true. Now that he thought about it, he knew it right down to his very bones and it scared the living shit out of him.
Love like this was not a good thing, not for him. Dean wanted to shove it aside and bury it and pretend that he'd never realized it, but he already knew he wouldn't be able to. If he hadn't been able to ignore his sexual attraction to Castiel, then how could he possibly hope to ignore this?
"You do?" she demanded, clearly caught off-guard before she laughed. "How lovely, a hunter in love. So, what, you think you can protect her from all of the big bad out there that'll come after you?"
Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas. Dean hoped that if he thought about his lover enough, he'd be able to fight off this thrall she had over him long enough to kill her. He could worry about what to do with his newfound knowledge and the aftereffects of her poison later, he just needed to concentrate on killing her first.
"Doesn't need... protection," Dean managed to force out.
She tried to kiss him again, but Dean turned his head away and she satisfied herself by licking and biting his ear instead. "Does she love you, this girl of yours?"
Dean nearly snorted at the very thought. An angel in love with a human, yeah, he wasn't that stupid. Sure, his lover clearly cared about him, but love? He wasn't going to flatter himself. The thought had hardly even occurred to him before the arousal swamped his mind, rushing in over his suddenly weakened defenses. A part of him cried out in protest as he turned back to face her, his mouth seeking hers out for a hungry, brutal kiss, but it was lost in the haze now shrouding his mind. One hand came up to grab the back of her neck, while his other wrapped around her waist, holding her down as he ground up against her, moaning helplessly.
His whole world was reduced to a haze of need, want, lust so all consuming that Dean felt dizzy with it all. He was so hard and he wanted it so bad that it hurt and all he was aware of was the warm body on top of him, holding him down and teasing him. More. He needed more, now, but his attempts to turn them over were thwarted and he whined.
"Shh, not so fast, Pretty," a voice told him. "I want to savor this."
This wasn't right. The thought came to Dean out of nowhere and he wanted to ignore it, to focus on his need and on the pleasure-pain, to get what he needed and wanted so bad, but he couldn't. This was important, he just didn't know why. The feel of hands on his bare skin as his shirt was removed nearly derailed the thought, but ultimately just added to it. Something was wrong about those hands too, they were so small. Too small. The feel of a hot mouth on his nipple made him buck and cry out, dislodging the body atop him briefly and he nearly managed to turn them before he was pushed back down again. No, this was wrong. Very wrong.
The feeling solidified when he caught sight of cold brown eyes. They shouldn't be brown, Dean thought, they should be blue. Warm and blue, not cold and brown. Warm and blue and Castiel! The memory was like a sudden jolt to his system, but it wasn't enough to penetrate the haze clouding his mind and he still felt himself responding to her. No, stop, wrong! He struggled to regain control but couldn't quite make it. Cas! Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas! He screamed the name in his mind, but it was no use, his angel couldn't hear him as he was hidden. Hidden by the sigils Cas had given him. Cas, Cas, Cas.
Castiel!
Her hands slid down his chest towards his pants and Dean struggled all the harder in his mind. No, bad! Bad and no and wrong. Wrong! That was it, wrong. The thought confused him and distracted him. Cas, Cas, Cas. Wrong. Cas, wrong? No, creature, woman, wrong, bad. So why Cas and wrong? She pulled at the buckle, starting to loosen his belt. No! Need angel.
Oh! That was it. Not Cas wrong. But Cas wrong angel. To call. Not call Cas, Cas couldn't hear. Angel. Vessel. Angel to vessel bond. Sigils can't hide, not if called. So Cas wrong angel to call. Call... other angel. Vessely one. Dean's brow furrowed as he tried to recall the other angel. Not Cas angel, other angel. His belt was loosened and worked open and that sent another spike of panic and dread through him and then he had it.
"Michael!"
His voice had come out hardly louder than a lust filled croak and he could only hope it would be enough.
Chapter 39