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xtremeroswelliaSeries: Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala
Title: Fic 7: Throw Me Somethin' Mista (4/?)
Authors: Clarksmuse and X_tremeroswellian
Rated: This part is NC-17.
Pairings: Chloe/Dean, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Yeah, we don't own anything. Except our computers. :P Don't sue. Thanks.
Chloe wrists stung and burned from the ropes that still bound her hands together, but she was getting closer to getting loose. She watched Gordon as he paced the floor of the warehouse back and forth, gun in hand. "Dean's gonna kill you," she informed him coldly.
Gordon merely chortled. "Dean Winchester? He couldn't kill a vamp when it was tied to a chair. He's weak, and I'll enjoy killing him."
"What about Sam?" Sarah's voice was quiet and sad. She felt so much more than that, but it was all she could do to keep herself still.
"Sammy? Oh, he's gonna die slowly," he replied, stroking the large knife on the table. "Gonna love torturing him." He looked at Sarah, eyes glowing with madness. "Why, you wanna watch?"
"No," she whispered painfully, "I wanna help."
Chloe snapped her head around to stare at Sarah in shock. "What? Sarah, you can't be serious!"
"Don't I look serious?" she replied suddenly, hoping Chloe would understand what she was doing. "You think I look forward to the day when Sam kills me in my sleep, when he turns evil and kills everyone in his path? Better he should be put out of his misery." Her voice sounded surprisingly strong for the lies that spewed forth from her lips.
Gordon's eyes narrowed on the brunette. "You're pulling my damn leg," he growled menacingly.
She shook her head. "Swear to God, I'm not."
Chloe stared at her for a moment, stunned by the words that came from her mouth even though she had a deepening suspicion the other girl was pulling the wool over Gordon's eyes and doing one hell of a convincing job of it. "No fucking way I'm gonna let you two do this to Sam!" The sudden hard slap across the face made her flinch, her lip split open.
"Shut up, bitch!" he yelled, pissed as hell that these two were arguing over whether that half-breed demon should die or not. "Don't make me duct tape your damn mouth shut." He loomed over Chloe, face menacing.
Sarah flinched at Chloe's expression and obvious pain but remained still and silent. She tugged at her bonds.
Never one to obey orders, Chloe glared up at him defiantly, spitting blood at him. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" she snapped.
Without a sound, he grabbed another piece of duct tape off the roll and slammed it over the blonde's mouth. He enjoyed the sight of her eyes watering.
Sarah momentarily closed her eyes to keep them from watering with tears. "So you need help killing him or what?" she asked, trying to sound impatient that the deed be done. "They're on their way now. Not like we have a lot of time for chatter."
Gordon eyed her intently, moving to her side and grabbing hold of her hair, pulling her head back a little. "If you're lying, I won't hesitate to kill you too."
She glared at him, the hate written all over her face. For him, not for Sam. But did he really have to know that? "Does it look like I'm lying?" she said, her voice never wavering.
A wicked smile spread across his face. "Well, this could be fun. Tortured and killed by his own girlfriend." Smirking, Gordon cut the ropes that bound her hands together, turning to look at the blonde with satisfaction in his eyes.
Sarah ignored the look of betrayal in Chloe's eyes as she rubbed her sore wrists, blood dotting where the rope had been. She stood up slowly. "So where do I start?" she asked him.
"Just wait. They'll be here soon. Although if you wanna use her for practice, feel free." He smirked and turned to walk the floor again.
Nodding, Sarah grabbed the large knife from off the table and turned to Chloe, whose eyes were wide with fear. She smiled slightly and bent down, silently and swiftly cutting her bonds. With a look, she told Chloe to stay put as she stood once again. "I don't know," she replied. "Maybe I should wait until Dean gets here to practice."
Gordon smirked once more. "I like the way you think, Lady."
Eyeing a long, heavy piece of wood, Sarah leaned down and picked it up quietly, so as not to disturb Gordon, who still had his back turned to her. "Yeah, thought you might," she replied, looking at Chloe with a quick nod before running after him and pounding him in the head with the board.
Chloe winced as she pulled the duct tape off her mouth and rose to her feet, moving to stand over Gordon's fallen body. "You know," she said, looking at Sarah. "If you ever decide to give up life on the road hunting down things that go bump in the night, you should consider pursuing a career in acting," she said with raised eyebrows. She leaned down and picked up Gordon's gun, holding it on him though he was unconscious.
Holding the pole of wood in her hands for a weapon, she panted as she worked at her breath returning to normal. "Thanks," she whispered breathlessly. "Didn't think he was gonna buy it." She looked over at Chloe, her eyes melancholy as her breathing evened out. "Is it true?"
Swallowing hard, Chloe didn't dare take her eyes off Gordon. "Yes," she admitted in a very soft whisper.
Two tears slipped down her cheeks as she simply stared at her friend, wishing this was over. Wanting to see Sam and yet, at the same time, afraid of what she might say or do... or if he knew, then how they would cope with that knowledge.
She opened her mouth to speak but suddenly heard a pounding on the door. "Guess that's them," she told Chloe. She tried to move but her feet were planted to the ground. Her fear prevented her from unlocking the door.
"You're gonna have to get the door," she whispered, still clutching tightly onto the gun. "I'm not turning my back on him."
The banging continued, doubling in the strength of sound. At this rate, the brother would punch a hole in the solid steel door. She dropped the pole, watched it clatter to the floor, and looked back up at Chloe. Nodding, just a little more than miserable, she stepped away from Gordon's inert body and unlocked the door. She watched it slide open and saw Sam and Dean on the other side. Both concerned. Both looking relieved. Yet Sarah couldn't look at her Sam to save her life.
"Sarah?" he whispered, not moving toward her, his face ashen. "Are you..."
She took a step towards him but halted her progress. She was torn, unsure, even though she longed for his arms to be around her. "I'm fine," she whispered.
Dean ran into the room, skipping past Sarah, to see Chloe standing over Gordon with a gun. The unconscious man looked like he had been hit by a truck. He smiled widely and grabbed her. "Chloe," he whispered, the relief evident in his face.
She winced a little, dropping the gun to the floor with a loud clatter and winding her arms around him tightly, shutting her eyes. "Dean," she whispered.
He grabbed her limp, weary body to his and held her tightly. "Jesus, are you alright?" he asked her, kissing the top of her head gently as he gazed down at the inert body on the floor.
"I'm fine, we're both..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced past him. "She knows," she whispered.
He followed her gaze to the couple at the door, standing there, both unable to look at each other. He frowned. "So does he," he muttered, watching the gradual stages of weariness and guilt wash over his features. "Did you knock this dude out yourself?" he asked Chloe, a little louder.
"I did." Sarah's voice was flat and dull.
"Yeah, you did." Chloe smiled faintly. "She hit him hard."
Sam swallowed hard, not looking at anyone. "We should...let's get the hell outta here."
"Good idea," Sarah whispered, her eyes still focused on the floor as she walked past Sam and away from that hated place.
"Please tell me I can kill this guy," Dean muttered, looking at Chloe.
"I thought about it myself," she whispered. "But the last thing we need is the cops and the FBI tracking us for murder." She looked up at him.
"Good point," he replied with a goofy grin. "Cops already want me for a bogus murder charge. Why add a real one?" He took the gun from her hands and tucked it in his pocket. "Let's get you out of here."
Casting one last glance behind them, Chloe let Dean lead her toward the door, smirking a little when he locked Gordon inside the warehouse.
Dean led Chloe to the car, though he was constantly aware of the fact that Sam trailed behind them while Sarah had already found the car and was waiting for them. "What are we going to?" he whispered to Chloe, squeezing her hand.
"I don't know." She squeezed his hand lightly in return. "I think we should get outta here. That warehouse won't keep him forever."
"It'll have to wait until morning," he replied with a sensual grin filled with insinuation as he unlocked the doors and they got in.
Sarah crawled into the backseat and pushed herself into the cushions, willing herself to die while they drove back to the hotel. Nor was she so sure she wanted Sam close to her, though her body wanted the same comforting Dean was offering Chloe. Tears streamed down her face as she wept silently.
Chloe climbed into the passenger seat, casting a glance in the back first at Sarah, and then at Sam. They were sitting as far apart as possible, both of their faces gravely pale. Sarah was crying silent tears, while Sam stared silently out the window, his head resting against the glass. He looked utterly defeated. Swallowing hard, she cast a sideways glance at Dean, remaining silent herself.
The ride back to the hotel would be fun, Dean realized, watching the two in the backseat put as much distance between them as possible. He wondered if it was worth trying to spend quality time with Chloe when they got back to the hotel, which was fortunately only a five minute drive. Neither of them in the back looked like they wanted to be in each other's company at the moment.
Once at the hotel, Sarah lost no time getting out of the Impala and booking it for her room. The tears she'd spent seemed not nearly enough. They were never-ending, streaming freely down her face as she ran, oblivious to the curious glances she got from the patrons inside the hotel.
Sam flinched as she shut the back passenger door loudly and fled as if he had turned into some hideous creature. Although, he thought bitterly, it was only a matter of time before that happened. He slowly climbed out the car, shutting the back driver's side door and moving toward the hotel lobby as well, though not at the speed with which she'd taken off in.
Chloe drew in a breath, watching him go and resting a light hand on Dean's arm for a moment, then sliding out of the passenger's seat and following her friends.
Dean watched the others go into the hotel, remaining for a moment in an attempt to gather his thoughts. They were so jumbled, though, he didn't know his left hand from his right. He slowly got out and caught up to Chloe. "Got any ideas on how to get them to talk to each other?" he asked, pushing the front door open for her.
She smiled painfully, glancing at him sideways. "I'll think of something," she said quietly as they headed for the stairs. "I'm gonna...talk to Sam."
He shook his head. "No, Chloe, let me. I think... Sarah's probably better off talking to you than me." He looked sheepish and unsure of himself. Not like he ever had to deal with this much touchy-feely stuff. He knew how to handle Sam: Sarah was a whole other ball of wax.
She put a hand on his arm. "I was planning on talking to them both," she admitted.
"Well, can't you at least go take care of Sarah while I talk to Sammy?" He didn't want to sound impatient, but he couldn't help it. The thought of talking to another woman freaked him out.
Sighing softly, she pushed some hair out of her face. "Yeah. All right." She took the steps two at a time, heading for Sarah's room.
Watching her bound up the stairs, Dean followed, his own steps determined as he trudged up the stairs to the room he and his brother shared for the moment.
Chloe knocked softly on Sarah's door, then twisted the handle and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. "Hey, it's just me."
She'd been in the bathroom, trying to get a hold of herself and the tears that just would not stop falling. "Oh, hey," she called, her voice muffled by the washcloth she had pressed to her face. She didn't make a move to face her friend, nor did she know what else to say.
"Can I come in?" Chloe asked softly, pausing at the bathroom door.
Sarah nodded but said nothing, the warm washcloth soothing her only a fraction. Her heart was broken, for Sam more so than herself. She just didn't know how to tell him that.
She stepped into the small tiled room, a sad look in her eyes. "Sarah..." She leaned against the wall.
She dared to pull the washcloth from her eyes and look at herself in the mirror. She looked red, bloated, and her eyes were bloodshot. "I look like the demon," she replied, laughing bitterly as she fought another onslaught of tears.
Chloe closed her eyes for a moment. "I know this is hard to take in."
"Hard to take in?" she whispered, an edge in her voice. "He's the man I love: what the hell would you know about it?" She stumbled back onto the toilet seat, her knees giving out on her.
"More than you know," Chloe said sharply.
Get a grip, Sarah, she told herself, looking up at the blonde and shaking her head in a conscious effort to restrain herself. "How do I... talk to him? He doesn't... Did you see the look on his face?"
"He's devastated. His whole life's been a lie," she answered quietly.
She nodded, for the first time considering that. "My poor Sam," she whispered, more forlorn than she had ever been in her life. "He must hate me now."
"He doesn't hate you. If anything...right now he hates himself. He's questioning everything about himself, who he is, what this means, if he's gonna become..." She bit her lip, then winced as the small action drew blood from where Gordon had split her lip earlier. She grabbed a Kleenex off the sink and pressed it to her mouth. "He's scared, Sarah."
She noticed the cut on Chloe's lip and paled, immediately feeling bad that she hadn't asked her friend if she was okay. "Here, let me get you cleaned up." She busied herself with wetting a clean washcloth, using the time to think about Chloe had said. It made perfect sense, of course; why wouldn't he be thinking about these things. What if he thought she didn't want him or love him anymore?
She bit back an involuntary sob as she handed the washcloth over to Chloe. "He won't become evil," she whispered painfully. "Not if I can help it."
"He won't," she said firmly, taking Sarah's hand and gazing at her intently. "We won't let that happen."
She shook her head emphatically, looking at her friend and trying to smile. "He's got people who love him, and there's no way I'm going to leave him now." That thought cheered her a little more. She only hoped she had the strength to help Sam through this. She moved out of the bathroom and towards the hotel door.
&&&&&&&&
Sam leaned against the window, staring out over the city as the sun rapidly fell, bringing darkness with it, minus the bright lights on Bourbon Street. He heard his brother return to the room but he didn't turn to look at him, simply remained stoic and silent.
Dean stared at his brother, feeling the gaping chasm that stood between them. "Sam," he said simply, his voice filled with the kind of concern an older brother felt for the younger one. "I should have told you, dude. I'm... sorry..." He took a few steps towards him, his face honest and filled with guilt.
"Dad told you not to." His voice was flat, dull.
"And Dad's dead, so shouldn't that be null and void?" He ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't want to see you like this, because nothing's going to happen to you, Sammy."
"Are you kidding me, Dean?" He didn't move or even look at his brother's reflection in the glass.
"Does it sound like I'm joking, man? What's going on in that head of yours, that just because you're part demon, you're going to turn evil and kill everyone? Heh, so not gonna happen."
"No. It's not. Because I'm not gonna let it get that far." His voice was quiet.
"*We're* not gonna let it get that far." He was worried at the tone in Sam's voice. He had never heard that before. It sounded like... "Don't even think about what I think you're thinking about, dammit."
"I'm not gonna turn into some monster like that damn demon and kill everyone around me," he whispered.
"And you think killing yourself is the answer to that? I don't even know if what Dad said was the fucking truth." His voice was low and dangerous, though it held a tremor of loss. He knew he'd be lost without his brother.
"It's the truth. It explains everything," Sam said dully.
"What, the visions? Bullshit. Lots of people have those."
"Yeah. Do a lot of people have visions and telekinesis? Do a lot of people's mothers and girlfriends get burned on the ceiling by a Demon?" He still didn't turn around.
"Sam, turn around and look at me," Dean demanded, ignoring his brother's questions.
Sam leaned his head against the cool glass of the window pane. "Gordon's right, Dean."
Tears pricked the back of his eyelids. "No he's not," he whispered brokenly. "Gordon's a sick bastard. You're my brother. I'm not letting you go, dude. You're all I have left."
"I'm only partially your brother. And you have Chloe. What happens if I turn evil and I kill her?"
Dean grabbed Sam's arm and whirled him around. He emptiness in his eyes made him want to break down. "You *are* my brother, no matter what," he replied, shoving a finger in his face. "Chloe or not, you'll always be my family. And you won't turn evil, you hear me? *I* won't let that happen." His eyes, burning with a fierce determination, bore into his brother's.
Sam didn't respond, simply looked at his brother with fatigue and despair in his eyes. "If I do, you have to promise that..."
Dean went still, his heart broken in half. His eyes, glassy with unshed tears, never wavered from Sam's face. He didn't want to make that promise, no matter how bad things got. He knew, though, that if it came down to it, he'd kill his brother... if it meant protecting him. Silently, he nodded, the motion itself painful to do.
"I'm gonna...go for a walk." He headed for the door.
A small knock at the door stopped Dean from protesting or preventing Sam from leaving. He turned around, hoping his brother would open the door and find out who was on the other side.
Closing his eyes briefly, he pulled the door open, startled to see Sarah there. He stood frozen.
Sarah's determined yet scared eyes looked up into his hollow and defeated ones. "Sam?" she whispered, reaching out and gently touching his arm. "Can... we talk?"
He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, shutting his eyes momentarily. She was so beautiful it hurt to look at her. "I...need to clear my head, Sarah," he whispered.
Her face fell as she realized he didn't want to be near her. "Yeah, I do too," she whispered, looking away from him. She wanted to wrap her arms around him so badly, needed him to know how much she loved him. But he seemed to far away. So distant.
Dean watched silently at these two people, so obviously in love with one another yet completely at odds. Quietly, he used this as an excuse to leave and go to Chloe. As he passed, he looked at Sarah, his eyes asking her to watch over his brother. No matter what.
Biting his lower lip, he slowly stepped aside. "Come in."
Nodding, she took a few paces into the room and watched him shut the door. Without saying a word, she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into her. She buried her face into his chest and wanted to weep again, but his warmth and scent kept them at bay. She held onto him, her lifeline, unable to let him go.
It took him a moment to slowly slide his arms around her in return, his body stiff and tense. No matter what she did or what she said, he knew things between them would never be the same again. He was different. A freak. A monster. And nothing could possibly change that.
Sobs wracked her body when she felt his utter lack of response. She knew what he was thinking, that he was a monster, a demon, something less than human and not loveable. That made her squeeze him more tightly. She was going to show him she wasn't going to leave him, abandon him... "I love you," she whispered against his chest, the tears leaking out of her eyes again.
He leaned against the door, closing his eyes. "You shouldn't," he whispered back.
She moved with him, so that her body was leaning against his. "But I do, Sam. You're not going to be alone. No matter what." She closed her eyes and dared him to push her away.
He let out a slow breath, his mind still spinning with the news. Wordlessly, he pulled her a little closer, resting his chin on top of her head and shutting his eyes.
Bolstered by his small movement towards her, she whispered, "I'm so sorry you had to find out this way. I... I can't imagine what you're going through." She listened to the thud of his heartbeat and knew how upset he was.
"I can't imagine what you're going through," he countered softly.
"Nothing compared to my boyfriend," she replied with a sad smile. "His life's been turned upside down." Her fingers dug into the back of his shirt in a desperate attempt to take some of his pain away.
"Story of my life," he said quietly. "I don't even know why I'm surprised anymore."
Sarah lifted her head and gazed at his distant face. "Maybe because you never saw this coming?" she asked softly.
"Ironic. Psychic powers and the one thing I needed to know the most...I was clueless."
She pulled away from him and sighed. "How could you know, Sam? Lots of people have these powers. Most of the time they can't use them on themselves. Your dad should have told you, while he was still alive!" Her sadness gave way to a sudden burst of anger towards John Winchester, a man she had never met but had heard enough about to know he meant everything to his sons. To have him never tell Sam
the most important thing was a cardinal sin in her mind.
He gazed at her, his eyes haunted. "But he didn't. I guess...I just...have to play the hand I was dealt. I'm just not sure how."
* * *
Chloe was in the bathroom, wincing at the sight of the large bruise that was finally forming on her cheek when she heard the soft knock on the door. Letting her hair fall in front of her face to help hide it, she stepped out into the main room and pulled the door open, her eyes widening at the sight of his pale face and tear-filled eyes. "Come in," she whispered, moving aside to let him in.
Dean was devastated. That was the only word for it. He slipped through the door, shutting it behind him, and just stared at her beloved face. The purple bruise on her cheek almost matched the split lip. "How are those?" he asked blandly, a limp hand motioning towards her bruises. He was too weary to hate Gordon for what he'd done to her. It had gone way beyond that emotion.
"They're fine." She gazed at him with worry in her eyes. "Come here." She slipped her arms around his waist.
When she touched him, he nearly lost what little semblance of control he had left. Grabbing her, he pulled her flush against his body and buried his face in her neck, taking deep breaths as he inhaled her scent.
Chloe slid a hand up to the back of his neck, her fingers gently caressing him. "It's all gonna be okay," she promised in a soft whisper.
"How?" he rasped, his voice hoarse against her skin. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe. "I can't do this anymore, Chloe... I-I can't..." He began to feel himself break and kept a firm hold onto her waist.
"Come here," she murmured, pulling him toward the bed where she helped him sit down, her arms still around him. She pulled away a little, just enough to kiss his forehead. Lifting one hand to his cheek, she gazed into his eyes, still filled with unshed tears.
Dean brushed the stray hair out of her face and gently cupped her bruised cheek. "That bastard," he whispered, kissing her bruises gently. "Fucking bastard. Trying to kill my brother... making him... doubt himself..." The tears appeared on his cheeks, leaking out of his eyes. He wiped them away irritably.
"We're gonna take care of Sam," she promised softly, leaning forward and kissing one of the tears on his cheeks.
Dean leaned into her shoulder and sobbed in a very unmanly way. He couldn't hold it back any more, though, and somehow, he didn't think Chloe would mind. Especially the thought of having to kill Sam one day.
Chloe shut her eyes, holding him tightly, her hand stroking his back in a soothing manner. "I know you're afraid of what might happen," she whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "But Sam...has the kindest heart of anyone I know."
"You... don't understand, Chlo," he said brokenly, shuddering against his tears, fighting to keep them in. His hands slipped under her shirt, the need to touch her skin overwhelming. "Sam wants me to... to kill him if... he even gets close..." He breathed in and shuddered.
She flinched at the words, feeling as if she'd been struck. "It's not gonna happen," she said firmly, kissing his earlobe softly and tightening her arms around him.
He groaned and wanted her to do that again. His hands slipped up her back, his hands spanning across her skin as he lightly ran his fingers across her body. "No, not with the three of us." He knew Sarah was protective of his brother, hell, even loved him. She'd help keep him safe. He brushed his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck.
A shudder passed over her at his action. "Dean," she whispered.
"Chloe," he growled and nipped at her neck again. His hands slid around her waist and stroked her stomach. He knew this probably wasn't a good idea, but he needed her like air.
The breath caught in her throat as he slid his hand beneath her shirt, exploring the smooth expanse of her stomach. She could sense his need, his desperation. He needed to get lost. In her. And she wasn't going to stop him.
He felt her body relax against his, pressing her body closer, and a groan issued from his throat. He pushed her gently down onto her bed, settling his body on top of hers. His hips gound lightly into hers as he lifted his head long enough to pull her shirt over her head. Then looking into her eyes and kissing her parted, breathless mouth.
Returning the kiss with an almost matched sense of urgency, she slid the shirt off his head and tossed it to the floor, not caring where it landed. She slid her hands down his bare skin, feeling the smooth muscles in his back.
Her hands on his skin was like fire in his veins, making him hard all over. He ground his hips into hers again and heard her moan in response. Sliding his mouth down her body, he caressed her breasts, still covered by her lacy bra. He then slipped it off her and buried his head between them while his hands still explored her skin, trailing down to the zipper of her jeans.
Chloe shifted beneath him, aching with need. Something she'd never experienced before she met Dean Winchester. She slid one hand through his hair as he placed a kiss against her navel. She lifted her hips to help him slide the jeans off her.
"Help me," he grunted, trying to rip off his jeans in sheer frustration, his mouth trailing burning kisses along her breasts and flat stomach. Dipping his head lower as his fingers brushed against her wet, throbbing womanhood.
Pressing her hands against his chest, she slid her fingers down to undo the button and zipper on his jeans, tugging them off his hips as she pressed her lips to his, her heart beating rapidly. Within moments he was undressed as well. "Better?" she whispered, nibbling on his earlobe.
Better didn't even come close, he thought, pulling back from her to grab the condom from his wallet. He gazed at her beautifully naked body writhing with desire on the bed, so he hastened his movements and climbed back onto the bed, his hard length settling between her moist thighs. When he entered her, he groaned. "Yes, better."
She bit down on her lower lip, sliding her legs around his waist and pulling him closer, deeper within her. She pulled him down to kiss her, her hands framing his face.
"Be careful of that lip, baby," he whispered, moving into her, his movements picking up as she rose to meet each thrust. He returned her kisses with the same intensity she gave to him. It only seemed like moments later when they came, hers first, then his... her climax driving him to his brink. He rode through it, feeling it wash over him and giving him peace.
"I love you," she whispered almost inaudibly, sliding her hands down his back with feather-light touches.
Breathing hard, he quickly disposed of the used condom and gathered close to him. It was only then did he realize what she had said to him. Kissing her hard on her mouth, he gathered her into his arms and gazed into her emerald eyes, still hazy with desire. "I love you, too, Chloe," he whispered, bumping his forehead against hers gently.
The breath catching in her throat, she trailed her fingers along his strong jawbone. "You make me feel..."
"What?" he asked softly, watching the emotion cross her face with a satisfied smile.
"Needed," she whispered, meeting his eyes.
His eyes reflected the love he just expressed for her. "You are. You always will be," he said honestly, simply. Kissing her gently, he wrapping his body around hers, encasing them both within the thick comforter from the bed.
"You too," she whispered, resting her head against his collarbone and snuggling against him. "Sometimes it scares me."
A frown settled on his features again. "Never been needed before," he replied frankly, keeping her close to him. And it scared the hell out of him, just like the thought of losing his brother did, too.
"That's not true, Dean." Her voice was soft, one hand resting over his heart. "Your family's always needed you."
"That same family who is slowly killing themselves off?" he muttered, a pained look on his face. He closed his eyes at her gently touch, which set his heart racing.
His soft words pained her and she pressed a light kiss to his neck. "Sam's gonna be okay."
He leaned into her kiss, his eyes still closed. "He better be, because... I..." He couldn't finish his words. He wanted her to know, though, that he wouldn't make it. Not without his brother. His blood family. His arms tightened around her, not capable of leaving her side.
"I know," she whispered. "I know, Dean."
Kissing the top of her head, he shifted slightly. "Think I can stay here tonight?" he asked. Being alone was not an option, since he had no idea if Sam was still with Sarah or not.
"You know you're always welcome to stay with me." She closed her eyes and shifting closer to him.
"Good," he grumbled sleepily, feeling her body pressed close and his response to those soft curves against his lean body. "Think I'll need to buy more condoms before we leave New Orleans."
A short chuckle escaped her. "That's probably a good idea."
He cocked an eyebrow. "At least, we agree on something that is good for us both," he teased, getting an elbow to the ribs for his trouble. "Hey," he complained slightly, running a finger over her bruised lip.
She winced involuntarily. "Me and my big mouth."
"I love that big mouth and what it does," he replied, offering her a knowing smirk that lit up his eyes briefly.
She shook her head in faint amusement. "One track mind."
Tracing her back with a finger, he whispered, "You got it, baby." He yawned, however; the day had been long... as would tomorrow be. "I hope... Sarah takes good care of my brother," he whispered after a moment.
"She loves him. She will." There was a soft certainty in her voice.
"Good." Pulling Chloe close, he closed his eyes and let the warmth of her body lull him into a mostly peaceful slumber. Sleep was the one thing they both needed; he just hoped she knew he intended to stay with her all night and be there in the morning.
Title: Fic 7: Throw Me Somethin' Mista (4/?)
Authors: Clarksmuse and X_tremeroswellian
Rated: This part is NC-17.
Pairings: Chloe/Dean, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Yeah, we don't own anything. Except our computers. :P Don't sue. Thanks.
Chloe wrists stung and burned from the ropes that still bound her hands together, but she was getting closer to getting loose. She watched Gordon as he paced the floor of the warehouse back and forth, gun in hand. "Dean's gonna kill you," she informed him coldly.
Gordon merely chortled. "Dean Winchester? He couldn't kill a vamp when it was tied to a chair. He's weak, and I'll enjoy killing him."
"What about Sam?" Sarah's voice was quiet and sad. She felt so much more than that, but it was all she could do to keep herself still.
"Sammy? Oh, he's gonna die slowly," he replied, stroking the large knife on the table. "Gonna love torturing him." He looked at Sarah, eyes glowing with madness. "Why, you wanna watch?"
"No," she whispered painfully, "I wanna help."
Chloe snapped her head around to stare at Sarah in shock. "What? Sarah, you can't be serious!"
"Don't I look serious?" she replied suddenly, hoping Chloe would understand what she was doing. "You think I look forward to the day when Sam kills me in my sleep, when he turns evil and kills everyone in his path? Better he should be put out of his misery." Her voice sounded surprisingly strong for the lies that spewed forth from her lips.
Gordon's eyes narrowed on the brunette. "You're pulling my damn leg," he growled menacingly.
She shook her head. "Swear to God, I'm not."
Chloe stared at her for a moment, stunned by the words that came from her mouth even though she had a deepening suspicion the other girl was pulling the wool over Gordon's eyes and doing one hell of a convincing job of it. "No fucking way I'm gonna let you two do this to Sam!" The sudden hard slap across the face made her flinch, her lip split open.
"Shut up, bitch!" he yelled, pissed as hell that these two were arguing over whether that half-breed demon should die or not. "Don't make me duct tape your damn mouth shut." He loomed over Chloe, face menacing.
Sarah flinched at Chloe's expression and obvious pain but remained still and silent. She tugged at her bonds.
Never one to obey orders, Chloe glared up at him defiantly, spitting blood at him. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" she snapped.
Without a sound, he grabbed another piece of duct tape off the roll and slammed it over the blonde's mouth. He enjoyed the sight of her eyes watering.
Sarah momentarily closed her eyes to keep them from watering with tears. "So you need help killing him or what?" she asked, trying to sound impatient that the deed be done. "They're on their way now. Not like we have a lot of time for chatter."
Gordon eyed her intently, moving to her side and grabbing hold of her hair, pulling her head back a little. "If you're lying, I won't hesitate to kill you too."
She glared at him, the hate written all over her face. For him, not for Sam. But did he really have to know that? "Does it look like I'm lying?" she said, her voice never wavering.
A wicked smile spread across his face. "Well, this could be fun. Tortured and killed by his own girlfriend." Smirking, Gordon cut the ropes that bound her hands together, turning to look at the blonde with satisfaction in his eyes.
Sarah ignored the look of betrayal in Chloe's eyes as she rubbed her sore wrists, blood dotting where the rope had been. She stood up slowly. "So where do I start?" she asked him.
"Just wait. They'll be here soon. Although if you wanna use her for practice, feel free." He smirked and turned to walk the floor again.
Nodding, Sarah grabbed the large knife from off the table and turned to Chloe, whose eyes were wide with fear. She smiled slightly and bent down, silently and swiftly cutting her bonds. With a look, she told Chloe to stay put as she stood once again. "I don't know," she replied. "Maybe I should wait until Dean gets here to practice."
Gordon smirked once more. "I like the way you think, Lady."
Eyeing a long, heavy piece of wood, Sarah leaned down and picked it up quietly, so as not to disturb Gordon, who still had his back turned to her. "Yeah, thought you might," she replied, looking at Chloe with a quick nod before running after him and pounding him in the head with the board.
Chloe winced as she pulled the duct tape off her mouth and rose to her feet, moving to stand over Gordon's fallen body. "You know," she said, looking at Sarah. "If you ever decide to give up life on the road hunting down things that go bump in the night, you should consider pursuing a career in acting," she said with raised eyebrows. She leaned down and picked up Gordon's gun, holding it on him though he was unconscious.
Holding the pole of wood in her hands for a weapon, she panted as she worked at her breath returning to normal. "Thanks," she whispered breathlessly. "Didn't think he was gonna buy it." She looked over at Chloe, her eyes melancholy as her breathing evened out. "Is it true?"
Swallowing hard, Chloe didn't dare take her eyes off Gordon. "Yes," she admitted in a very soft whisper.
Two tears slipped down her cheeks as she simply stared at her friend, wishing this was over. Wanting to see Sam and yet, at the same time, afraid of what she might say or do... or if he knew, then how they would cope with that knowledge.
She opened her mouth to speak but suddenly heard a pounding on the door. "Guess that's them," she told Chloe. She tried to move but her feet were planted to the ground. Her fear prevented her from unlocking the door.
"You're gonna have to get the door," she whispered, still clutching tightly onto the gun. "I'm not turning my back on him."
The banging continued, doubling in the strength of sound. At this rate, the brother would punch a hole in the solid steel door. She dropped the pole, watched it clatter to the floor, and looked back up at Chloe. Nodding, just a little more than miserable, she stepped away from Gordon's inert body and unlocked the door. She watched it slide open and saw Sam and Dean on the other side. Both concerned. Both looking relieved. Yet Sarah couldn't look at her Sam to save her life.
"Sarah?" he whispered, not moving toward her, his face ashen. "Are you..."
She took a step towards him but halted her progress. She was torn, unsure, even though she longed for his arms to be around her. "I'm fine," she whispered.
Dean ran into the room, skipping past Sarah, to see Chloe standing over Gordon with a gun. The unconscious man looked like he had been hit by a truck. He smiled widely and grabbed her. "Chloe," he whispered, the relief evident in his face.
She winced a little, dropping the gun to the floor with a loud clatter and winding her arms around him tightly, shutting her eyes. "Dean," she whispered.
He grabbed her limp, weary body to his and held her tightly. "Jesus, are you alright?" he asked her, kissing the top of her head gently as he gazed down at the inert body on the floor.
"I'm fine, we're both..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced past him. "She knows," she whispered.
He followed her gaze to the couple at the door, standing there, both unable to look at each other. He frowned. "So does he," he muttered, watching the gradual stages of weariness and guilt wash over his features. "Did you knock this dude out yourself?" he asked Chloe, a little louder.
"I did." Sarah's voice was flat and dull.
"Yeah, you did." Chloe smiled faintly. "She hit him hard."
Sam swallowed hard, not looking at anyone. "We should...let's get the hell outta here."
"Good idea," Sarah whispered, her eyes still focused on the floor as she walked past Sam and away from that hated place.
"Please tell me I can kill this guy," Dean muttered, looking at Chloe.
"I thought about it myself," she whispered. "But the last thing we need is the cops and the FBI tracking us for murder." She looked up at him.
"Good point," he replied with a goofy grin. "Cops already want me for a bogus murder charge. Why add a real one?" He took the gun from her hands and tucked it in his pocket. "Let's get you out of here."
Casting one last glance behind them, Chloe let Dean lead her toward the door, smirking a little when he locked Gordon inside the warehouse.
Dean led Chloe to the car, though he was constantly aware of the fact that Sam trailed behind them while Sarah had already found the car and was waiting for them. "What are we going to?" he whispered to Chloe, squeezing her hand.
"I don't know." She squeezed his hand lightly in return. "I think we should get outta here. That warehouse won't keep him forever."
"It'll have to wait until morning," he replied with a sensual grin filled with insinuation as he unlocked the doors and they got in.
Sarah crawled into the backseat and pushed herself into the cushions, willing herself to die while they drove back to the hotel. Nor was she so sure she wanted Sam close to her, though her body wanted the same comforting Dean was offering Chloe. Tears streamed down her face as she wept silently.
Chloe climbed into the passenger seat, casting a glance in the back first at Sarah, and then at Sam. They were sitting as far apart as possible, both of their faces gravely pale. Sarah was crying silent tears, while Sam stared silently out the window, his head resting against the glass. He looked utterly defeated. Swallowing hard, she cast a sideways glance at Dean, remaining silent herself.
The ride back to the hotel would be fun, Dean realized, watching the two in the backseat put as much distance between them as possible. He wondered if it was worth trying to spend quality time with Chloe when they got back to the hotel, which was fortunately only a five minute drive. Neither of them in the back looked like they wanted to be in each other's company at the moment.
Once at the hotel, Sarah lost no time getting out of the Impala and booking it for her room. The tears she'd spent seemed not nearly enough. They were never-ending, streaming freely down her face as she ran, oblivious to the curious glances she got from the patrons inside the hotel.
Sam flinched as she shut the back passenger door loudly and fled as if he had turned into some hideous creature. Although, he thought bitterly, it was only a matter of time before that happened. He slowly climbed out the car, shutting the back driver's side door and moving toward the hotel lobby as well, though not at the speed with which she'd taken off in.
Chloe drew in a breath, watching him go and resting a light hand on Dean's arm for a moment, then sliding out of the passenger's seat and following her friends.
Dean watched the others go into the hotel, remaining for a moment in an attempt to gather his thoughts. They were so jumbled, though, he didn't know his left hand from his right. He slowly got out and caught up to Chloe. "Got any ideas on how to get them to talk to each other?" he asked, pushing the front door open for her.
She smiled painfully, glancing at him sideways. "I'll think of something," she said quietly as they headed for the stairs. "I'm gonna...talk to Sam."
He shook his head. "No, Chloe, let me. I think... Sarah's probably better off talking to you than me." He looked sheepish and unsure of himself. Not like he ever had to deal with this much touchy-feely stuff. He knew how to handle Sam: Sarah was a whole other ball of wax.
She put a hand on his arm. "I was planning on talking to them both," she admitted.
"Well, can't you at least go take care of Sarah while I talk to Sammy?" He didn't want to sound impatient, but he couldn't help it. The thought of talking to another woman freaked him out.
Sighing softly, she pushed some hair out of her face. "Yeah. All right." She took the steps two at a time, heading for Sarah's room.
Watching her bound up the stairs, Dean followed, his own steps determined as he trudged up the stairs to the room he and his brother shared for the moment.
Chloe knocked softly on Sarah's door, then twisted the handle and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. "Hey, it's just me."
She'd been in the bathroom, trying to get a hold of herself and the tears that just would not stop falling. "Oh, hey," she called, her voice muffled by the washcloth she had pressed to her face. She didn't make a move to face her friend, nor did she know what else to say.
"Can I come in?" Chloe asked softly, pausing at the bathroom door.
Sarah nodded but said nothing, the warm washcloth soothing her only a fraction. Her heart was broken, for Sam more so than herself. She just didn't know how to tell him that.
She stepped into the small tiled room, a sad look in her eyes. "Sarah..." She leaned against the wall.
She dared to pull the washcloth from her eyes and look at herself in the mirror. She looked red, bloated, and her eyes were bloodshot. "I look like the demon," she replied, laughing bitterly as she fought another onslaught of tears.
Chloe closed her eyes for a moment. "I know this is hard to take in."
"Hard to take in?" she whispered, an edge in her voice. "He's the man I love: what the hell would you know about it?" She stumbled back onto the toilet seat, her knees giving out on her.
"More than you know," Chloe said sharply.
Get a grip, Sarah, she told herself, looking up at the blonde and shaking her head in a conscious effort to restrain herself. "How do I... talk to him? He doesn't... Did you see the look on his face?"
"He's devastated. His whole life's been a lie," she answered quietly.
She nodded, for the first time considering that. "My poor Sam," she whispered, more forlorn than she had ever been in her life. "He must hate me now."
"He doesn't hate you. If anything...right now he hates himself. He's questioning everything about himself, who he is, what this means, if he's gonna become..." She bit her lip, then winced as the small action drew blood from where Gordon had split her lip earlier. She grabbed a Kleenex off the sink and pressed it to her mouth. "He's scared, Sarah."
She noticed the cut on Chloe's lip and paled, immediately feeling bad that she hadn't asked her friend if she was okay. "Here, let me get you cleaned up." She busied herself with wetting a clean washcloth, using the time to think about Chloe had said. It made perfect sense, of course; why wouldn't he be thinking about these things. What if he thought she didn't want him or love him anymore?
She bit back an involuntary sob as she handed the washcloth over to Chloe. "He won't become evil," she whispered painfully. "Not if I can help it."
"He won't," she said firmly, taking Sarah's hand and gazing at her intently. "We won't let that happen."
She shook her head emphatically, looking at her friend and trying to smile. "He's got people who love him, and there's no way I'm going to leave him now." That thought cheered her a little more. She only hoped she had the strength to help Sam through this. She moved out of the bathroom and towards the hotel door.
&&&&&&&&
Sam leaned against the window, staring out over the city as the sun rapidly fell, bringing darkness with it, minus the bright lights on Bourbon Street. He heard his brother return to the room but he didn't turn to look at him, simply remained stoic and silent.
Dean stared at his brother, feeling the gaping chasm that stood between them. "Sam," he said simply, his voice filled with the kind of concern an older brother felt for the younger one. "I should have told you, dude. I'm... sorry..." He took a few steps towards him, his face honest and filled with guilt.
"Dad told you not to." His voice was flat, dull.
"And Dad's dead, so shouldn't that be null and void?" He ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't want to see you like this, because nothing's going to happen to you, Sammy."
"Are you kidding me, Dean?" He didn't move or even look at his brother's reflection in the glass.
"Does it sound like I'm joking, man? What's going on in that head of yours, that just because you're part demon, you're going to turn evil and kill everyone? Heh, so not gonna happen."
"No. It's not. Because I'm not gonna let it get that far." His voice was quiet.
"*We're* not gonna let it get that far." He was worried at the tone in Sam's voice. He had never heard that before. It sounded like... "Don't even think about what I think you're thinking about, dammit."
"I'm not gonna turn into some monster like that damn demon and kill everyone around me," he whispered.
"And you think killing yourself is the answer to that? I don't even know if what Dad said was the fucking truth." His voice was low and dangerous, though it held a tremor of loss. He knew he'd be lost without his brother.
"It's the truth. It explains everything," Sam said dully.
"What, the visions? Bullshit. Lots of people have those."
"Yeah. Do a lot of people have visions and telekinesis? Do a lot of people's mothers and girlfriends get burned on the ceiling by a Demon?" He still didn't turn around.
"Sam, turn around and look at me," Dean demanded, ignoring his brother's questions.
Sam leaned his head against the cool glass of the window pane. "Gordon's right, Dean."
Tears pricked the back of his eyelids. "No he's not," he whispered brokenly. "Gordon's a sick bastard. You're my brother. I'm not letting you go, dude. You're all I have left."
"I'm only partially your brother. And you have Chloe. What happens if I turn evil and I kill her?"
Dean grabbed Sam's arm and whirled him around. He emptiness in his eyes made him want to break down. "You *are* my brother, no matter what," he replied, shoving a finger in his face. "Chloe or not, you'll always be my family. And you won't turn evil, you hear me? *I* won't let that happen." His eyes, burning with a fierce determination, bore into his brother's.
Sam didn't respond, simply looked at his brother with fatigue and despair in his eyes. "If I do, you have to promise that..."
Dean went still, his heart broken in half. His eyes, glassy with unshed tears, never wavered from Sam's face. He didn't want to make that promise, no matter how bad things got. He knew, though, that if it came down to it, he'd kill his brother... if it meant protecting him. Silently, he nodded, the motion itself painful to do.
"I'm gonna...go for a walk." He headed for the door.
A small knock at the door stopped Dean from protesting or preventing Sam from leaving. He turned around, hoping his brother would open the door and find out who was on the other side.
Closing his eyes briefly, he pulled the door open, startled to see Sarah there. He stood frozen.
Sarah's determined yet scared eyes looked up into his hollow and defeated ones. "Sam?" she whispered, reaching out and gently touching his arm. "Can... we talk?"
He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, shutting his eyes momentarily. She was so beautiful it hurt to look at her. "I...need to clear my head, Sarah," he whispered.
Her face fell as she realized he didn't want to be near her. "Yeah, I do too," she whispered, looking away from him. She wanted to wrap her arms around him so badly, needed him to know how much she loved him. But he seemed to far away. So distant.
Dean watched silently at these two people, so obviously in love with one another yet completely at odds. Quietly, he used this as an excuse to leave and go to Chloe. As he passed, he looked at Sarah, his eyes asking her to watch over his brother. No matter what.
Biting his lower lip, he slowly stepped aside. "Come in."
Nodding, she took a few paces into the room and watched him shut the door. Without saying a word, she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into her. She buried her face into his chest and wanted to weep again, but his warmth and scent kept them at bay. She held onto him, her lifeline, unable to let him go.
It took him a moment to slowly slide his arms around her in return, his body stiff and tense. No matter what she did or what she said, he knew things between them would never be the same again. He was different. A freak. A monster. And nothing could possibly change that.
Sobs wracked her body when she felt his utter lack of response. She knew what he was thinking, that he was a monster, a demon, something less than human and not loveable. That made her squeeze him more tightly. She was going to show him she wasn't going to leave him, abandon him... "I love you," she whispered against his chest, the tears leaking out of her eyes again.
He leaned against the door, closing his eyes. "You shouldn't," he whispered back.
She moved with him, so that her body was leaning against his. "But I do, Sam. You're not going to be alone. No matter what." She closed her eyes and dared him to push her away.
He let out a slow breath, his mind still spinning with the news. Wordlessly, he pulled her a little closer, resting his chin on top of her head and shutting his eyes.
Bolstered by his small movement towards her, she whispered, "I'm so sorry you had to find out this way. I... I can't imagine what you're going through." She listened to the thud of his heartbeat and knew how upset he was.
"I can't imagine what you're going through," he countered softly.
"Nothing compared to my boyfriend," she replied with a sad smile. "His life's been turned upside down." Her fingers dug into the back of his shirt in a desperate attempt to take some of his pain away.
"Story of my life," he said quietly. "I don't even know why I'm surprised anymore."
Sarah lifted her head and gazed at his distant face. "Maybe because you never saw this coming?" she asked softly.
"Ironic. Psychic powers and the one thing I needed to know the most...I was clueless."
She pulled away from him and sighed. "How could you know, Sam? Lots of people have these powers. Most of the time they can't use them on themselves. Your dad should have told you, while he was still alive!" Her sadness gave way to a sudden burst of anger towards John Winchester, a man she had never met but had heard enough about to know he meant everything to his sons. To have him never tell Sam
the most important thing was a cardinal sin in her mind.
He gazed at her, his eyes haunted. "But he didn't. I guess...I just...have to play the hand I was dealt. I'm just not sure how."
* * *
Chloe was in the bathroom, wincing at the sight of the large bruise that was finally forming on her cheek when she heard the soft knock on the door. Letting her hair fall in front of her face to help hide it, she stepped out into the main room and pulled the door open, her eyes widening at the sight of his pale face and tear-filled eyes. "Come in," she whispered, moving aside to let him in.
Dean was devastated. That was the only word for it. He slipped through the door, shutting it behind him, and just stared at her beloved face. The purple bruise on her cheek almost matched the split lip. "How are those?" he asked blandly, a limp hand motioning towards her bruises. He was too weary to hate Gordon for what he'd done to her. It had gone way beyond that emotion.
"They're fine." She gazed at him with worry in her eyes. "Come here." She slipped her arms around his waist.
When she touched him, he nearly lost what little semblance of control he had left. Grabbing her, he pulled her flush against his body and buried his face in her neck, taking deep breaths as he inhaled her scent.
Chloe slid a hand up to the back of his neck, her fingers gently caressing him. "It's all gonna be okay," she promised in a soft whisper.
"How?" he rasped, his voice hoarse against her skin. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe. "I can't do this anymore, Chloe... I-I can't..." He began to feel himself break and kept a firm hold onto her waist.
"Come here," she murmured, pulling him toward the bed where she helped him sit down, her arms still around him. She pulled away a little, just enough to kiss his forehead. Lifting one hand to his cheek, she gazed into his eyes, still filled with unshed tears.
Dean brushed the stray hair out of her face and gently cupped her bruised cheek. "That bastard," he whispered, kissing her bruises gently. "Fucking bastard. Trying to kill my brother... making him... doubt himself..." The tears appeared on his cheeks, leaking out of his eyes. He wiped them away irritably.
"We're gonna take care of Sam," she promised softly, leaning forward and kissing one of the tears on his cheeks.
Dean leaned into her shoulder and sobbed in a very unmanly way. He couldn't hold it back any more, though, and somehow, he didn't think Chloe would mind. Especially the thought of having to kill Sam one day.
Chloe shut her eyes, holding him tightly, her hand stroking his back in a soothing manner. "I know you're afraid of what might happen," she whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "But Sam...has the kindest heart of anyone I know."
"You... don't understand, Chlo," he said brokenly, shuddering against his tears, fighting to keep them in. His hands slipped under her shirt, the need to touch her skin overwhelming. "Sam wants me to... to kill him if... he even gets close..." He breathed in and shuddered.
She flinched at the words, feeling as if she'd been struck. "It's not gonna happen," she said firmly, kissing his earlobe softly and tightening her arms around him.
He groaned and wanted her to do that again. His hands slipped up her back, his hands spanning across her skin as he lightly ran his fingers across her body. "No, not with the three of us." He knew Sarah was protective of his brother, hell, even loved him. She'd help keep him safe. He brushed his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck.
A shudder passed over her at his action. "Dean," she whispered.
"Chloe," he growled and nipped at her neck again. His hands slid around her waist and stroked her stomach. He knew this probably wasn't a good idea, but he needed her like air.
The breath caught in her throat as he slid his hand beneath her shirt, exploring the smooth expanse of her stomach. She could sense his need, his desperation. He needed to get lost. In her. And she wasn't going to stop him.
He felt her body relax against his, pressing her body closer, and a groan issued from his throat. He pushed her gently down onto her bed, settling his body on top of hers. His hips gound lightly into hers as he lifted his head long enough to pull her shirt over her head. Then looking into her eyes and kissing her parted, breathless mouth.
Returning the kiss with an almost matched sense of urgency, she slid the shirt off his head and tossed it to the floor, not caring where it landed. She slid her hands down his bare skin, feeling the smooth muscles in his back.
Her hands on his skin was like fire in his veins, making him hard all over. He ground his hips into hers again and heard her moan in response. Sliding his mouth down her body, he caressed her breasts, still covered by her lacy bra. He then slipped it off her and buried his head between them while his hands still explored her skin, trailing down to the zipper of her jeans.
Chloe shifted beneath him, aching with need. Something she'd never experienced before she met Dean Winchester. She slid one hand through his hair as he placed a kiss against her navel. She lifted her hips to help him slide the jeans off her.
"Help me," he grunted, trying to rip off his jeans in sheer frustration, his mouth trailing burning kisses along her breasts and flat stomach. Dipping his head lower as his fingers brushed against her wet, throbbing womanhood.
Pressing her hands against his chest, she slid her fingers down to undo the button and zipper on his jeans, tugging them off his hips as she pressed her lips to his, her heart beating rapidly. Within moments he was undressed as well. "Better?" she whispered, nibbling on his earlobe.
Better didn't even come close, he thought, pulling back from her to grab the condom from his wallet. He gazed at her beautifully naked body writhing with desire on the bed, so he hastened his movements and climbed back onto the bed, his hard length settling between her moist thighs. When he entered her, he groaned. "Yes, better."
She bit down on her lower lip, sliding her legs around his waist and pulling him closer, deeper within her. She pulled him down to kiss her, her hands framing his face.
"Be careful of that lip, baby," he whispered, moving into her, his movements picking up as she rose to meet each thrust. He returned her kisses with the same intensity she gave to him. It only seemed like moments later when they came, hers first, then his... her climax driving him to his brink. He rode through it, feeling it wash over him and giving him peace.
"I love you," she whispered almost inaudibly, sliding her hands down his back with feather-light touches.
Breathing hard, he quickly disposed of the used condom and gathered close to him. It was only then did he realize what she had said to him. Kissing her hard on her mouth, he gathered her into his arms and gazed into her emerald eyes, still hazy with desire. "I love you, too, Chloe," he whispered, bumping his forehead against hers gently.
The breath catching in her throat, she trailed her fingers along his strong jawbone. "You make me feel..."
"What?" he asked softly, watching the emotion cross her face with a satisfied smile.
"Needed," she whispered, meeting his eyes.
His eyes reflected the love he just expressed for her. "You are. You always will be," he said honestly, simply. Kissing her gently, he wrapping his body around hers, encasing them both within the thick comforter from the bed.
"You too," she whispered, resting her head against his collarbone and snuggling against him. "Sometimes it scares me."
A frown settled on his features again. "Never been needed before," he replied frankly, keeping her close to him. And it scared the hell out of him, just like the thought of losing his brother did, too.
"That's not true, Dean." Her voice was soft, one hand resting over his heart. "Your family's always needed you."
"That same family who is slowly killing themselves off?" he muttered, a pained look on his face. He closed his eyes at her gently touch, which set his heart racing.
His soft words pained her and she pressed a light kiss to his neck. "Sam's gonna be okay."
He leaned into her kiss, his eyes still closed. "He better be, because... I..." He couldn't finish his words. He wanted her to know, though, that he wouldn't make it. Not without his brother. His blood family. His arms tightened around her, not capable of leaving her side.
"I know," she whispered. "I know, Dean."
Kissing the top of her head, he shifted slightly. "Think I can stay here tonight?" he asked. Being alone was not an option, since he had no idea if Sam was still with Sarah or not.
"You know you're always welcome to stay with me." She closed her eyes and shifting closer to him.
"Good," he grumbled sleepily, feeling her body pressed close and his response to those soft curves against his lean body. "Think I'll need to buy more condoms before we leave New Orleans."
A short chuckle escaped her. "That's probably a good idea."
He cocked an eyebrow. "At least, we agree on something that is good for us both," he teased, getting an elbow to the ribs for his trouble. "Hey," he complained slightly, running a finger over her bruised lip.
She winced involuntarily. "Me and my big mouth."
"I love that big mouth and what it does," he replied, offering her a knowing smirk that lit up his eyes briefly.
She shook her head in faint amusement. "One track mind."
Tracing her back with a finger, he whispered, "You got it, baby." He yawned, however; the day had been long... as would tomorrow be. "I hope... Sarah takes good care of my brother," he whispered after a moment.
"She loves him. She will." There was a soft certainty in her voice.
"Good." Pulling Chloe close, he closed his eyes and let the warmth of her body lull him into a mostly peaceful slumber. Sleep was the one thing they both needed; he just hoped she knew he intended to stay with her all night and be there in the morning.
