SPN: Vessel Hunters 3
A/N: Help… I have a plot-bunny for a Mistakes sequel…
-VH-
Lucifer was tearing him apart. At least, that’s what it felt like. Bites, scratches, kicks and punches rained down on his skin. It was all he could do to curl up in a ball, trying to protect himself as much as he could while trapped like this. His wings curled around him, the only protection he had here, and he felt tears flowing down his cheeks as his feathers were torn out in handfuls.
-VH-
Jimmy awoke with a start, breathing heavily. Nick looked down at him from where he’d just awoken, sitting on the couch with Jimmy’s head in his lap, and he also looked pale and shaken.
“Another nightmare?” Nick asked, though it was more of a comment.
“Yeah. And my head hurts like a bitch. Did you have to send me to sleep?”
“I thought it would be best for your continued survival,” came the answer. “At least you were snuggled up to Dean, so he caught you.” Nick tried to keep the jealousy out of his voice at that. It seemed to work, since Jimmy reacted more to the statement than the tone, burying his face in his hands.
“Why did you let me hug them? I’m surprised Dean didn’t shoot me.”
“Hence, I put you to sleep. If I didn’t know you’d only had an energy drink, I would’ve thought you were drunk.”
“They never affected me that much before,” Jimmy said defensively. “If I’d known, I’d have stuck to a coke.”
“Well, ready to face them again?”
“If I must,” Jimmy sighed and allowed Nick to stand and pull him off the couch, only to see that the Winchesters and Bobby were sitting in the kitchen, clearly able to hear their conversation.
“So…” Jimmy tried grinning at them. “Anyone gonna shoot me?”
“Only if you hug me again,” Dean muttered. Sam promptly sent him a dirty look, then returned Jimmy’s smile with a more assured one.
“So hunters, huh?” He asked, and Jimmy nodded.
“We’re sitting targets if we stay in one place, even with our remembered knowledge. I know I can’t go back to Amelia and Claire anyway, and with the swords, we can kill most creatures as long as we can find them. So why not go hunting?”
“What about you, Nick?” Sam turned to the man leaning against the wall, keeping himself separate from the rest. “Do you have anyone you’re leaving behind?”
“Just some friends, who knew I was leaving again this time so no one will be looking for me. Sold my house to cover expenses for a while.”
“No family?” Sam pushed. Nick knew why he was doing it - he’d said ‘yes’ to the devil, had given him the opportunity to hunt Sam down. He was an unknown element, especially with his leftover abilities, and since they seemed to be protective of Jimmy… Nick was going to have to share a few painful memories.
“My wife and three-month-old son were murdered about a week before Lucifer started appearing in my dreams.” He saw the sudden comprehension from Sam and Dean - after all, their father had taken a few drastic steps when his wife was killed. “He kept screwing with my head, making me hear my son crying, my wife moving about the house. It got to be too much, and I let him have my body if he’d find and punish the bastard who killed my family.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “He actually kept that promise.”
“So…” Sam swallowed hard. “If we don’t touch the people you care about, you don’t try destroying the world?”
“Pretty much,” Nick shrugged. He didn’t feel the need to tell them that Jimmy was the only person he cared about any more.
-VH-
“Vampires.”
“Stab ‘em with our swords!”
“Jimmy…”
“Fine, cut off their head. The whole sunlight, garlic, and stakes are all rubbish thought up by horror writers. And they don’t sparkle.”
“Better.” Nick flipped through the book he was holding again, then looked down at his friend. While Nick was sitting normally on the couch, Jimmy was laying with his legs up and over the back of it, his back on the seat with his head and shoulders hanging off and staring out at the room. They were reviewing the different ways of killing various monsters, just in case their swords didn’t work, or they couldn’t get to their weapons for some reason.
At least, Nick was reviewing the different ways, and learning all sorts of things. Jimmy was being difficult.
Dean watched from the doorway, and tried to contain his laughter. Jimmy was a lot different this time around, much more laid back and easy going. Also completely nuts. Dean was fairly sure that, somewhere along the line, Jimmy had actually gone insane. But Nick seemed to be fairly good at grounding him, which was just weird. Seeing the man they’d come to think of as Lucifer sitting in Bobby’s library was more than a little unsettling. And seeing him and Jimmy laughing together was even stranger.
He’d watched that morning as the two had gotten their breakfasts, moving around the kitchen with a perfect awareness of where the other was at all times, and passing things back and forth without a word. It was much like the bond he and Sam were regaining, except that this had happened over the course of a few months instead of a lifetime. Dean was a lot less worried about them hunting together now that he’d seen the way they moved together.
“Make it eat its own cooking!”
“Jimmy, that’s not how you kill a ghoul.”
“Should be.”
Of course, he’d feel a lot better about it if Jimmy could take it seriously for five minutes.
-VH-
“Fuck, Jimmy!” Nick tried to keep his voice down, but it was difficult with the way Jimmy was licking at his cock, coaxing it to hardness. “What…”
“I’m bored,” Jimmy whispered against his skin, nuzzling at Nick’s hip.
“So you decided-”
“To wake you up, yes.” With that, Jimmy took the head of Nick’s cock in his mouth, gently sucking as he moved forwards. Trying to stifle his groan, Nick bit his own hand. They were still at Bobby’s for fuck’s sake, the old man was asleep in the next room!
So of course, Jimmy just kept up his ministrations, tracing letters against the underside of Nick’s erection as he massaged the hips beneath his hands.
“Jimmy, I swear…” Nick’s brain short-circuited as Jimmy slid forwards even more, managing to relax his throat enough that he was able to take the whole of Nick’s cock in his mouth and throat.
Then he started humming ‘Highway to Hell’, and Nick couldn’t control himself any more. He grabbed the back of Jimmy’s head and started thrusting his hips up, body remembering the last time this happened. It didn’t take long for Nick to tug Jimmy’s head back, and with one last look at those cheeky blue eyes, he was coming in Jimmy’s mouth.
Nick fell back on the bed, taken aback for a minute. He felt the bed dip as Jimmy climbed up it, throwing an arm over Nick’s chest and curling into his side. Nick reached his hand up to card it through his partner’s hair, thinking.
“You picked that up from Cas, didn’t you?” Nick finally asked, remembering.
“Not really,” Jimmy was speaking quietly, throat most likely sore from his endeavours. “When we did that to Lucifer… it was me in charge.”
“…What?” The implications in that statement made Nick’s blood run cold.
“Castiel tried to protect me, but there were times when he just couldn’t take any more,” Jimmy confirmed. “So he’d fade into the background, and I’d take control of my body again. Pretty much any time that we initiated something… it was me, not Cas.”
“Why would you do that?” Nick moved so that he was holding Jimmy in his arms. Going by this information, Jimmy had apparently done several things with Lucifer voluntarily.
“Because it kept him happy,” Jimmy shrugged. “And if I did those things, with Castiel watching from inside my head, he was then able to do it himself later. You must have felt it… whenever we initiated something new, Lucifer was pleased and would go easy on us for a while. Usually just long enough for Cas to get his defences back up, but still…”
“I’m sorry,” Nick whispered. “I’m so sorry that I let him treat you like that.”
“I know,” Jimmy nodded, closing his eyes again. “You make up for it every time we have sex without me bleeding for days afterwards.”
Unknown to them, Sam stood behind the door, able to hear every word. He’d come up to tell them that he and Dean were leaving on a hunt, only to hear the end of Jimmy’s wake-up call to Nick. It left Sam hard in his pants, and though the following conversation was enlightening, he couldn’t get the memory of Lucifer touching Castiel in front of him out of his head.
Swallowing hard, he turned and left, figuring he’d just tell Dean that the other men were still asleep. No way could he walk into the room in his current condition. Though they hadn’t said anything about being lovers, so maybe it was just casual sex between the men.
If so, then the next time they met up, Sam was determined that he’d have Jimmy in his own bed.
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-VH-
Lucifer was tearing him apart. At least, that’s what it felt like. Bites, scratches, kicks and punches rained down on his skin. It was all he could do to curl up in a ball, trying to protect himself as much as he could while trapped like this. His wings curled around him, the only protection he had here, and he felt tears flowing down his cheeks as his feathers were torn out in handfuls.
-VH-
Jimmy awoke with a start, breathing heavily. Nick looked down at him from where he’d just awoken, sitting on the couch with Jimmy’s head in his lap, and he also looked pale and shaken.
“Another nightmare?” Nick asked, though it was more of a comment.
“Yeah. And my head hurts like a bitch. Did you have to send me to sleep?”
“I thought it would be best for your continued survival,” came the answer. “At least you were snuggled up to Dean, so he caught you.” Nick tried to keep the jealousy out of his voice at that. It seemed to work, since Jimmy reacted more to the statement than the tone, burying his face in his hands.
“Why did you let me hug them? I’m surprised Dean didn’t shoot me.”
“Hence, I put you to sleep. If I didn’t know you’d only had an energy drink, I would’ve thought you were drunk.”
“They never affected me that much before,” Jimmy said defensively. “If I’d known, I’d have stuck to a coke.”
“Well, ready to face them again?”
“If I must,” Jimmy sighed and allowed Nick to stand and pull him off the couch, only to see that the Winchesters and Bobby were sitting in the kitchen, clearly able to hear their conversation.
“So…” Jimmy tried grinning at them. “Anyone gonna shoot me?”
“Only if you hug me again,” Dean muttered. Sam promptly sent him a dirty look, then returned Jimmy’s smile with a more assured one.
“So hunters, huh?” He asked, and Jimmy nodded.
“We’re sitting targets if we stay in one place, even with our remembered knowledge. I know I can’t go back to Amelia and Claire anyway, and with the swords, we can kill most creatures as long as we can find them. So why not go hunting?”
“What about you, Nick?” Sam turned to the man leaning against the wall, keeping himself separate from the rest. “Do you have anyone you’re leaving behind?”
“Just some friends, who knew I was leaving again this time so no one will be looking for me. Sold my house to cover expenses for a while.”
“No family?” Sam pushed. Nick knew why he was doing it - he’d said ‘yes’ to the devil, had given him the opportunity to hunt Sam down. He was an unknown element, especially with his leftover abilities, and since they seemed to be protective of Jimmy… Nick was going to have to share a few painful memories.
“My wife and three-month-old son were murdered about a week before Lucifer started appearing in my dreams.” He saw the sudden comprehension from Sam and Dean - after all, their father had taken a few drastic steps when his wife was killed. “He kept screwing with my head, making me hear my son crying, my wife moving about the house. It got to be too much, and I let him have my body if he’d find and punish the bastard who killed my family.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “He actually kept that promise.”
“So…” Sam swallowed hard. “If we don’t touch the people you care about, you don’t try destroying the world?”
“Pretty much,” Nick shrugged. He didn’t feel the need to tell them that Jimmy was the only person he cared about any more.
-VH-
“Vampires.”
“Stab ‘em with our swords!”
“Jimmy…”
“Fine, cut off their head. The whole sunlight, garlic, and stakes are all rubbish thought up by horror writers. And they don’t sparkle.”
“Better.” Nick flipped through the book he was holding again, then looked down at his friend. While Nick was sitting normally on the couch, Jimmy was laying with his legs up and over the back of it, his back on the seat with his head and shoulders hanging off and staring out at the room. They were reviewing the different ways of killing various monsters, just in case their swords didn’t work, or they couldn’t get to their weapons for some reason.
At least, Nick was reviewing the different ways, and learning all sorts of things. Jimmy was being difficult.
Dean watched from the doorway, and tried to contain his laughter. Jimmy was a lot different this time around, much more laid back and easy going. Also completely nuts. Dean was fairly sure that, somewhere along the line, Jimmy had actually gone insane. But Nick seemed to be fairly good at grounding him, which was just weird. Seeing the man they’d come to think of as Lucifer sitting in Bobby’s library was more than a little unsettling. And seeing him and Jimmy laughing together was even stranger.
He’d watched that morning as the two had gotten their breakfasts, moving around the kitchen with a perfect awareness of where the other was at all times, and passing things back and forth without a word. It was much like the bond he and Sam were regaining, except that this had happened over the course of a few months instead of a lifetime. Dean was a lot less worried about them hunting together now that he’d seen the way they moved together.
“Make it eat its own cooking!”
“Jimmy, that’s not how you kill a ghoul.”
“Should be.”
Of course, he’d feel a lot better about it if Jimmy could take it seriously for five minutes.
-VH-
“Fuck, Jimmy!” Nick tried to keep his voice down, but it was difficult with the way Jimmy was licking at his cock, coaxing it to hardness. “What…”
“I’m bored,” Jimmy whispered against his skin, nuzzling at Nick’s hip.
“So you decided-”
“To wake you up, yes.” With that, Jimmy took the head of Nick’s cock in his mouth, gently sucking as he moved forwards. Trying to stifle his groan, Nick bit his own hand. They were still at Bobby’s for fuck’s sake, the old man was asleep in the next room!
So of course, Jimmy just kept up his ministrations, tracing letters against the underside of Nick’s erection as he massaged the hips beneath his hands.
“Jimmy, I swear…” Nick’s brain short-circuited as Jimmy slid forwards even more, managing to relax his throat enough that he was able to take the whole of Nick’s cock in his mouth and throat.
Then he started humming ‘Highway to Hell’, and Nick couldn’t control himself any more. He grabbed the back of Jimmy’s head and started thrusting his hips up, body remembering the last time this happened. It didn’t take long for Nick to tug Jimmy’s head back, and with one last look at those cheeky blue eyes, he was coming in Jimmy’s mouth.
Nick fell back on the bed, taken aback for a minute. He felt the bed dip as Jimmy climbed up it, throwing an arm over Nick’s chest and curling into his side. Nick reached his hand up to card it through his partner’s hair, thinking.
“You picked that up from Cas, didn’t you?” Nick finally asked, remembering.
“Not really,” Jimmy was speaking quietly, throat most likely sore from his endeavours. “When we did that to Lucifer… it was me in charge.”
“…What?” The implications in that statement made Nick’s blood run cold.
“Castiel tried to protect me, but there were times when he just couldn’t take any more,” Jimmy confirmed. “So he’d fade into the background, and I’d take control of my body again. Pretty much any time that we initiated something… it was me, not Cas.”
“Why would you do that?” Nick moved so that he was holding Jimmy in his arms. Going by this information, Jimmy had apparently done several things with Lucifer voluntarily.
“Because it kept him happy,” Jimmy shrugged. “And if I did those things, with Castiel watching from inside my head, he was then able to do it himself later. You must have felt it… whenever we initiated something new, Lucifer was pleased and would go easy on us for a while. Usually just long enough for Cas to get his defences back up, but still…”
“I’m sorry,” Nick whispered. “I’m so sorry that I let him treat you like that.”
“I know,” Jimmy nodded, closing his eyes again. “You make up for it every time we have sex without me bleeding for days afterwards.”
Unknown to them, Sam stood behind the door, able to hear every word. He’d come up to tell them that he and Dean were leaving on a hunt, only to hear the end of Jimmy’s wake-up call to Nick. It left Sam hard in his pants, and though the following conversation was enlightening, he couldn’t get the memory of Lucifer touching Castiel in front of him out of his head.
Swallowing hard, he turned and left, figuring he’d just tell Dean that the other men were still asleep. No way could he walk into the room in his current condition. Though they hadn’t said anything about being lovers, so maybe it was just casual sex between the men.
If so, then the next time they met up, Sam was determined that he’d have Jimmy in his own bed.
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