Fic: Hidden in Lies (3/6)
Warnings for in the Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Chapter 3
“Angels, Prophets and Incubi, oh my”
(A/N: Kinda slipped the plot line back a little. Dean learns in Season 4 about being Michael’s vessel not Season 5)
Castiel was really starting to wear thin on Dean’s nerves, “You don’t understand! I can’t be Michael’s vessel! It’s impossible!”
“You do not seem to understand that your very lineage disagrees with you,” Castiel was starting to get that ‘smite thee’ look in his eyes even as he watched Dean’s somewhat scared face with interest. “You cannot change this. You are Michael’s vessel.”
“I’m telling you it’s not fucking possible!” Dean closed his eyes and turned away from the insistent angel of the Lord. Let no one ever say Dean Winchester didn’t have self control, because he was holding back the Incubus form straining to surface and show this dick from heaven exactly why there was no way he could be the vessel to an angel.
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Dean was grumbling to himself, listening to Sam snoring up a storm and couldn’t sleep. Between the nightmare/memories of Hell and the knowledge that somehow he was ‘destined’ to be the meat puppet of some dick from upstairs he stared tiredly at the wall. His horns were starting to curl around his ears. They’d been running so ragged the last year that he’d completely neglected his own body. He was hungry and tired and there wasn’t much he could do about either with the way the dick angels have been running them all over the place. If Sammy was a heavier sleeper he’d bust out the small disk grinder his brother had gotten for him and at least chop some of them off, even if he’d be too tired to shape them down afterward. Hell, he’d deal with the ears ringing right about now, anything except sleeping.
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(4X18)
Dean was pacing the motel room, book in hand, fear creeping up with every sentence read. “Sam, this is bad… This is really bad!”
Sam was clicking away at his computer keys, “Dean, calm down.”
“No Sam, he fucking knows everything. He has to know about my being an Incubus too!”
“Dean, other than things about you in the bedroom I don’t ever want to mention or read again, he’s never once mentioned anything about wings and a tail. I remember you shaping down your horns while we were researching that Christmas case, with the pagan man eating gods, that isn’t in here.”
“I was?”
“Yeah, you do it when you’re worried. It’s like a tick or something.”
Dean shook his head, he was as far off the point as he could get without actually getting off track, “Anyway, we gotta find this guy and shut this down!”
“I’m working on it, ha, got the publisher. Let’s go,” Sam shut his computer and they were off.
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“Dean, calm down,” Dean had stuffed his hands in his pockets and was shifting on the balls of his feet as they waited for the door of the writer to open. “You look like you’re going to jump him when the door opens.”
“Cuz I’m gonna,” Sam slammed a hand into the center of his chest to keep him still while the door opened. Sam had been the stupid/smart brother and all but stuffed his hand over Dean’s mouth when the writer was about to shut the door and he’d thrown his hand out to keep it open. “We’re Sam and Dean Winchester.”
“Winchester? How, how did you know that? I didn’t put that in the books.”
Dean was still glaring daggers at the man that had made public, most, of their personal lives even after he’d explained he never had any idea that they were real people and not just some characters in his head. “Dean, DEAN,” Sam’s yell drug him out of his own head and made him look at him with wide scared eyes. “Can I talk to you a econd?” He nodded repeatedly while he automatically followed his brother into the other room out of earshot of the writer. “He doesn’t know, hell he’s staring at me like I’m a total freak and he’s only looked at you because yer being a dick.”
“I am not, and he has to know Sam, he knows everything else.”
Sam sighed at the suddenly stark look of fear on his big brother’s face before shaking his head. “Fine, you want to know if he knows about you…” Dean gaped at his brother heading back into the other room with a determined set to his shoulders. “Sam, Sam,” was hissed at the taller Winchester before Dean whined and hurried after.
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“See? He didn’t know,” Sam said as they pulled the doors closed and headed for a motel.
“Sam, you weren’t exactly dropping the most subtle questions…”
“What? I had to ask, why? Did I miss something important?”
“Yeah, you fucked up half the questions, and then made some lame excuse about thinking you’d caught wind of an Incubus in town. Sam,” Dean sighed and checked his driver’s mirror, “You do realize Succubi and Incubi are the same creature right?”
“Duh, male Incubus and female Succubus, every hunter knows that.”
“I’m about to let you in on something from our point of view,” Dean looked up at his rearview mirror before shooting his eyes over at Sam. “We are one and the same.”
Sam blinked, “Like I said, male and female of the same species, or whatever they classify them as.”
“No Sam, I’m saying an Incubus is a Succubus. We can switch genders,” Sam had a look on his face that instantly said if he would have been the one driving they both would be in the windshield from the braking.
“What?” Dean really didn’t want to go into much more explanation why they were looking for a room. “Dean… Are you telling me…?”
“I can be a woman, if the occasion required it. Before you ask, I’ve only switched a couple of times so I can’t really tell you much other than it hurts like a son of a bitch and I don’t make it a habit to do it. So don’t ask for-“
“Dude, you have got to show me!”
“A demonstration…” Dean sighed and set his head against the steering wheel while they were stopped at a red-light. “Sam, no.”
“Dude, you can’t honestly tell me you can turn into a chick and not expect me to ask to see it.”
“Sam, it hurts! I don’t mean getting stabbed or shot I mean like your bones are in a fucking vice and everything is getting yanked around where it shouldn’t be hurts. And it’s even worse when I change back because… things… are getting pulled back out.”
“Dude, I’m sorry, but I have to see it.”
“Sam, I swear, you better not ask me for a damn thing ever again.”
Chapter 4