Difficult Choices
Title: Difficult Choices
Characters: Sam, Dean/Nancy
Rating: R
Prompt: 54 wire
Warnings: Spoilers for In Jus Bello
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Summary: Nancy has a hard decision to make and the Winchester boys don't want to pressure her.
"Nancy?" Dean poked his head around the door and saw her standing with her back to him, "How are you doing? Wait, screw that. What can I do to help?"
"Is the demon telling the truth?" She turned her tear-streaked face to his. "This ritual will happen at sunrise unless, well, you know. I just wish I had more time."
"Time for what?"
"Talk to my priest, find out the right thing to do, ask for forgiveness, I'm not sure. The church is just always where I've run to when I'm confused or scared and today is definitely one of those days."
"Sam and I spent large chunks of time with our family friend, Pastor Jim, growing up. Well, Sam more than me. He was a better listener. If the phones worked, I'd call him for you but we don't have that option. I couldn't give you any advice, but you could bend my ear. Sam might be able to come up with a comforting theory, he's smart like that."
"You think I should spill my guts to your brother?"
"I know Sam and he'd keep the same confidence. Time is of the essence, Nancy. If you wait too long, the decision will be made for you."
She set her jaw and nodded.
"I'll talk to Sam."
Dean turned on his heel to go get him when he heard Nancy say, "Thanks, Dean." He gave her a smile and a wink before closing the door behind him.
***
"You told her what?"
"Keep your voice down," Dean ordered him. "She's confused and isn't sure what she should do. She's cut off from her main supports and I thought that you might be able to help her with that philosophy/theology crap that you bore me to death with. Will you help her or not?"
"Yeah," Sam stood and put his hands in his pockets. "What am I supposed to tell her, Dean? Am I rooting for staying a virgin or going against her religion?"
"There's only one way she's going to have an actual life. You know as well as I do that if they get her and do the ritual, her whole world is going to be hell. She doesn't deserve that."
Over an hour passed before Sam stepped out of the cell Nancy had been resting in. She was worn out from crying and sleeping when he'd left. They'd armored the room with sigils for protection and then allowed Nancy to have whatever peace she could find.
"What do you think she'll do?" Dean asked nervously.
The other men looked at Sam, wondering the same thing.
"I don't know," Sam sighed. "She'll do what's right for her, that's all I can say."
***
Dean was lightly dozing in a corner when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Nancy. She had bloodshot eyes but also a small smile.
"Can I have a minute?" she asked as she tilted her head to indicate that she wanted to change rooms.
"Sure." Dean stood as his joints protested loudly. He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he followed Nancy down the hall.
She let him back to the holding cell that he and Sam had been in earlier. It had been cleaned and the mattress had been covered with some kind of cloth. When Dean looked closer, he saw that Nancy was bending over a couple candles. Her shaking hands weren't letting her light the wicks.
Getting with the program, Dean locked the door. Then, he took the lighter from her. "Allow me." As he was lighting the sad looking sticks, he asked, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
Nancy nodded. Her hands were clenched in front of her. "I've thought through my choices and made my decision. I hope I won't go to hell for pre-marital sex."
"You won't," he assured her. "You're too good of a person to end up there. Besides, there are extenuating circumstances." He lit the last candle and left the cell to turn off the overhead light. "You decided on me? Wouldn't you rather have someone you've known for awhile or will see once this is over?"
"No," she blushed prettily. "You are the only one I could picture getting me through this. I'm scared."
"There's no need to be scared, but I understand why you are." He brought her intertwined fingers to his lips and kissed them. After prying them apart, he rested them on his shoulders and put his hands on her waist. "It's kind of like dancing." Dean rocked a little and she followed the movement. "Two bodies moving fluidly with each other. Have you ever slow danced?"
She shook her head. "Went to an all-girls school. Never had the chance."
"But, you wanted to?"
She tucked her head under his chin so he couldn't see her face.
"We'll start with a dance," he rubbed her back as he spoke. "I know we're on a timeline, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy getting there." He hummed a Metallica song as her tense stance relaxed a bit.
He slid one hand up to Nancy's cheek and tilted her head so he could kiss her. Her lips were soft and yielding. She allowed him to lead and followed as she learned his technique. Dean felt a little ease in the pressure of his chest as Nancy reciprocated.
One hand crept up her untucked shirt. She got goose bumps at his touch. Although she was startled, she didn't jerk away. Instead, she leaned toward Dean and rested her forearms against his solid chest.
“That’s it,” he whispered in her ear. “Just hang onto me and you’ll be fine.” He stepped backwards until he could lie beside her on the cot. He took his leather jacket and covered her upper half with it before he used kissing her as a distraction while he unbuttoned her shirt and unclasped her bra.
His hands blazed uncharted territory as his calluses skimmed her creamy skin. Nancy sucked in a breath, lost in the sensations.
“You need to breathe,” he reminded her with a smirk. She smiled in return.
With that, she laid her head against him and listened to the beating of his heart. It assured her that she’d made the right decision. She was going to have a night she’d never forget.
Characters: Sam, Dean/Nancy
Rating: R
Prompt: 54 wire
Warnings: Spoilers for In Jus Bello
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Summary: Nancy has a hard decision to make and the Winchester boys don't want to pressure her.
"Nancy?" Dean poked his head around the door and saw her standing with her back to him, "How are you doing? Wait, screw that. What can I do to help?"
"Is the demon telling the truth?" She turned her tear-streaked face to his. "This ritual will happen at sunrise unless, well, you know. I just wish I had more time."
"Time for what?"
"Talk to my priest, find out the right thing to do, ask for forgiveness, I'm not sure. The church is just always where I've run to when I'm confused or scared and today is definitely one of those days."
"Sam and I spent large chunks of time with our family friend, Pastor Jim, growing up. Well, Sam more than me. He was a better listener. If the phones worked, I'd call him for you but we don't have that option. I couldn't give you any advice, but you could bend my ear. Sam might be able to come up with a comforting theory, he's smart like that."
"You think I should spill my guts to your brother?"
"I know Sam and he'd keep the same confidence. Time is of the essence, Nancy. If you wait too long, the decision will be made for you."
She set her jaw and nodded.
"I'll talk to Sam."
Dean turned on his heel to go get him when he heard Nancy say, "Thanks, Dean." He gave her a smile and a wink before closing the door behind him.
***
"You told her what?"
"Keep your voice down," Dean ordered him. "She's confused and isn't sure what she should do. She's cut off from her main supports and I thought that you might be able to help her with that philosophy/theology crap that you bore me to death with. Will you help her or not?"
"Yeah," Sam stood and put his hands in his pockets. "What am I supposed to tell her, Dean? Am I rooting for staying a virgin or going against her religion?"
"There's only one way she's going to have an actual life. You know as well as I do that if they get her and do the ritual, her whole world is going to be hell. She doesn't deserve that."
Over an hour passed before Sam stepped out of the cell Nancy had been resting in. She was worn out from crying and sleeping when he'd left. They'd armored the room with sigils for protection and then allowed Nancy to have whatever peace she could find.
"What do you think she'll do?" Dean asked nervously.
The other men looked at Sam, wondering the same thing.
"I don't know," Sam sighed. "She'll do what's right for her, that's all I can say."
***
Dean was lightly dozing in a corner when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Nancy. She had bloodshot eyes but also a small smile.
"Can I have a minute?" she asked as she tilted her head to indicate that she wanted to change rooms.
"Sure." Dean stood as his joints protested loudly. He wiped the sleep from his eyes as he followed Nancy down the hall.
She let him back to the holding cell that he and Sam had been in earlier. It had been cleaned and the mattress had been covered with some kind of cloth. When Dean looked closer, he saw that Nancy was bending over a couple candles. Her shaking hands weren't letting her light the wicks.
Getting with the program, Dean locked the door. Then, he took the lighter from her. "Allow me." As he was lighting the sad looking sticks, he asked, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
Nancy nodded. Her hands were clenched in front of her. "I've thought through my choices and made my decision. I hope I won't go to hell for pre-marital sex."
"You won't," he assured her. "You're too good of a person to end up there. Besides, there are extenuating circumstances." He lit the last candle and left the cell to turn off the overhead light. "You decided on me? Wouldn't you rather have someone you've known for awhile or will see once this is over?"
"No," she blushed prettily. "You are the only one I could picture getting me through this. I'm scared."
"There's no need to be scared, but I understand why you are." He brought her intertwined fingers to his lips and kissed them. After prying them apart, he rested them on his shoulders and put his hands on her waist. "It's kind of like dancing." Dean rocked a little and she followed the movement. "Two bodies moving fluidly with each other. Have you ever slow danced?"
She shook her head. "Went to an all-girls school. Never had the chance."
"But, you wanted to?"
She tucked her head under his chin so he couldn't see her face.
"We'll start with a dance," he rubbed her back as he spoke. "I know we're on a timeline, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy getting there." He hummed a Metallica song as her tense stance relaxed a bit.
He slid one hand up to Nancy's cheek and tilted her head so he could kiss her. Her lips were soft and yielding. She allowed him to lead and followed as she learned his technique. Dean felt a little ease in the pressure of his chest as Nancy reciprocated.
One hand crept up her untucked shirt. She got goose bumps at his touch. Although she was startled, she didn't jerk away. Instead, she leaned toward Dean and rested her forearms against his solid chest.
“That’s it,” he whispered in her ear. “Just hang onto me and you’ll be fine.” He stepped backwards until he could lie beside her on the cot. He took his leather jacket and covered her upper half with it before he used kissing her as a distraction while he unbuttoned her shirt and unclasped her bra.
His hands blazed uncharted territory as his calluses skimmed her creamy skin. Nancy sucked in a breath, lost in the sensations.
“You need to breathe,” he reminded her with a smirk. She smiled in return.
With that, she laid her head against him and listened to the beating of his heart. It assured her that she’d made the right decision. She was going to have a night she’d never forget.