Body and Soul Pt 3 John/Dean FRAO
Body and Soul Pt. 3
Author: Linda Atkinson
Fandom: Supernatural
Parings: John/Demon (non-con not explicit), John/Dean
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: Major AU. John and Dean are not related so no incest. M/M sex, some violence
Summary: John is pursued by a Demon in his dreams who turns out to be a lot closer than he suspects.
John was annoyed as hell. The clerk at the County Recorder's office was an idiot. Idiots annoyed John in general, this one annoyed him specifically. She was a tall, older lady with a pinched face and thin lips. She looked at him like he was some kind of a pain in the ass for even wanting the copies he requested, and it took John a couple of minutes to remember that he didn't hit women. Finally, a judicious rant on the Freedom of Information Act got minimal cooperation from her. It was after he had waited for forty-five more minutes and paid the copy fees that she finally told him that the files that he wanted weren't even in the building but in storage across the city and that he could pick up the copies at closing time that afternoon. He reminded himself that it was a felony to strike a public official in a public building so he gritted his teeth and smiled.
Dean was leaning against the side of Impala when he stalked out of the building and stomped over to the younger man. He grinned and John flipped him off.
"Not in public, but I'd be happy to find an alley," Dean said snidely.
John shot him a sideways glare then sighed.
"I hate the government. That bitch really needs to get laid. A friend of mine once told me that people who were consigned to hell were reincarnated as civil servants, now I believe it."
Dean patted his shoulder.
"Did you throw any holy water on her?"
John shook his head then hauled the door open. Dean moved around to the driver's side door leaning over the hood.
"Did you get her name? Maybe we can find her car and piss on it or something."
"No, that would be a waste of perfectly good bodily fluids."
John settled back closing his eyes.
"So we're stuck until five o'clock this afternoon. How'd it go at the newspaper?"
"Apparently a lot better than you did. I found copies of articles on all the fires. I managed to get obits on the dead parents or parent and some related articles on the missing infants."
"Good, we'll compare these to the notes I got from the newscasts that I've seen in Nebraska and other places. This is a lot bigger than this backwater little town. Whatever this demon is doing he's after specific children. All the kids, including my Sammy, were born in 1983 and all the fires were on November 2, 1983 as well."
With a shrug Dean turned to engine on and pulled out of the parking space.
"So there's a noticeable pattern?"
"I haven't mapped it out yet, but you know that would be a good idea. Let's go by the city engineer's office and see if we can get a copy of the plat maps. I've picked up some good maps from the Army Corp of Engineers and we can plot out all the locations of fires and missing kids."
Dean nodded.
"John, I saw some other articles in the archives. It seems that there are other signs as well."
"I know; cattle mutilations, thunder and lightening storms and unusual weather conditions. I think that's what happens when the demon passes into our plane of existence, from where ever it comes from," John said sighing.
Dean smiled.
"Yeah, I think that's common in demon transmigration. If you read up on most cases of possession those kinds of signs are also present."
Tapping his hand against the steering wheel Dean glanced over at John.
"So we have a way of tracking the bastard, but how can we predict where it's going to appear next?"
"That's what's been hanging me up. I can get there after the fact, but I haven't been able to come up with a way to predict where the next appearance is going to be. I've been relying on just keeping on the move, going from place to place hunting and hoping that the damn thing shows up where I am or close enough to get there before the thing appears." John scrubbed at his eyes with a shaky hand.
"We have to be careful though. I was thinking that we could track the demon to his next target and try to convince the family to let us stake out the place, set up salt lines and holy water…"
Dean nodded but frowned.
"Yeah but you've got to remember that some demons are so powerful that holy water doesn't work on them, and that there are other things out there. Things that are neutral and work solely for their own benefit and these things are not wholly human or demon. They aren't so evil that salt lines or Devil's traps will work on them."
"So we work on finding something that will take them out," John said.
"You look beat, John. Why don't we go back to the hotel and you can hit the sack."
"I'll go if we both hit the sheets, and you help me relax enough to sleep."
"That's the best idea I've heard all day."
The sheets were cool and crisp under his back, and Dean was a warm heavy weight on his chest. The sweat and slick wetness between their bodies finally warming from their combined body heat. Dean was snuffling softly and John wriggled a little trying to get more comfortable without dislodging the younger man. Finally Dean slipped out of John's body and he kissed John's chest between his breasts, working his tongue through the whorls of soft, brown hair.
"I'll get off you in a minute," Dean whispered.
John slid his hands down the younger man's back, rubbing the tight muscles beneath all that smooth golden skin.
"No need to hurry."
John sighed again, sliding down on the bed after Dean rolled off of him. Dean settled back on his side watching as John's eyes slide close. In a few minutes his breath was even, a deep rolling snore that made the younger man grin. He flopped onto his back, fingers tracing abstract patterns on his chest as he stared up at the ceiling.
Some vague sound pulled John from his sleep, the clocking thud of boot heels on the cement outside the hotel room window. Rolling over John dragged himself upright, He was more tired now after sleep than he was before. The bed was empty behind him and the room silent. The deepening gloom pulled a shudder from John and he scrubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.
With a grunt John rose from the bed, untroubled by the fact that he was still naked. He staggered to the window looking out to see if Dean was standing on the landing outside the door. John leaned against the sill and winced as the course grains of rock salt cut into the tender skin on the underside of his forearm. Frowning John rocked back a little. He didn't remember doing it but the windows were salted. Dean must have taken care of it before he left.
A noise on the landing caught John's attention. He leaned against the glass feeling the cold pane hard against his cheek. A figure was on the landing back turned to the window and John le this eyes slip closed. So Dean was outside. A voice light and child-like carried on the breeze wrapping itself around John pulling his eyes open.
Little pig, little pig let me come in,
Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin,
Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in.
The window rattled beneath John's cheek and he flinched away. The figure on the landing jerked around slamming his hands against the window pane. The shattering glass tinkled around John glittering faintly on the carpet at his feet. He tried to move away, to put some space between himself and the window but strong hands reached inside, the slender hard-bodied form sliding over the ragged glass with ease. John found himself caught, unable to pull away as the even white teeth and glowing amber eyes moved forward.
Almost desperately John jerked his arm struggling with his captor but the slender fingers dug into his wrists, and he was helpless caught without any hope of escape. He almost glided forward as the figure pressed against him, their lips met, and John wasn't sure if he had moved forward all the way or the demon had met him halfway. Teeth cut into his lip and he tasted the coppery taste of his own blood. The demon lapped at his mouth forcing his tongue inside. John moaned. One of his wrists fell limply by his side bouncing off his bare hip, and the demon's strong slender fingers grappled with John's flesh skimming over his hip to clutch at one of his buttocks.
Jerking back John tried to push the demon off, even as he felt one of the questing fingers sink into his body burning like acid. Crying out John pushed at the demon's strong chest, but the yellow eyes caught his holding him in place and then something hard moved against John's leg. He looked down shrinking back.
"Oh god no," he whispered, but the thing slithered against him, even from almost a foot away the hard flesh twitched and moved side to side sliding over John's leg, between his cheeks, pushing inside, and it was so cold. John groaned as the demon delved deeper and deeper inside him all fire and ice, and hard needy flesh. When the demon thrust up and further in John screamed.
John bolted upright in the bed and Dean rolled over sitting upright reaching for John's shoulder. The older man shrugged him off and staggered into the bathroom slamming the lid down on the toilet and falling heavily onto it. Reaching for a glass he knocked it off sending it spiraling to the floor. The glass shattered and John reached cursing under his breath. Carefully he began tossing the shards into the garbage can. Then Dean was beside him unwrapping the paper off the other glass. Quickly he filled the glass with water and held it up for John to drink.
The older man pushed Dean's hand away.
"I don't need you taking care of me. I'm not a kid, I can do this myself."
"Yeah, you can, but you don't have to."
Dean smiled holding the glass up. At first he thought that John wasn't going to give in. Then, with a sigh, he leaned forward letting Dean give him the water.
"It's just I've been alone for so long. I'm not very social."
"It's okay. Look are you tired of me? I can get my stuff together and take off if I'm bugging you."
John flinched.
"No, Dean. It's just that after Mary I thought that I would never feel anything for anybody again. It's kind of shaking me up a little."
Dean grinned.
"I'm not asking for anything that you can't give, John, just as much as you can. I understand but I'm not ashamed to say I love you."
"Whatever is left, whatever didn't get burned up with Mary, it's all yours."
"Come back to bed."
John lay back on the bed, as Dean rolled them over. He slid forward enjoying the feeling of hard flesh sliding against hard flesh as he settled down between John’s legs. The older man spread out, letting his hands trail down Dean’s back grasping the younger man’s hips.
“Baby, I want you inside me.”
With a grin Dean shuffled back on his knees bringing his hips flush against John’s ass. He skimmed his hands over John’s chest then slid one hand under John’s hip pulling him up. He pressed the tip of his cock against John’s entrance.
“Little pig little pig let me come in…” he whispered harshly against John’s ear. Suddenly John stiffened; with a muffled cry he pushed Dean back trying to force the younger man off him.
“What did you say?”
Dean cocked his head frowning. John tried shoving him off again, but Dean grasped John’s wrists slamming them back against the bed. John jerked his arms, breath coming in quick harsh pants. The tenor of John's voice change, his moan echoing fear not arousal, and Dean suddenly released him sitting back on his heels. He patted John’s thigh.
“John, are you okay? You’re not playing are you?”
“I’m sorry.”
John shuffled back against the headboard drawing his legs up and propping his forearms on his knees. He gasped trying to calm his breathing. Dean settled back beside him and John could see the confusion written plainly on the younger man’s face.
“Hey, whatever I said to upset you I’m sorry, okay?”
“Yeah, it’s not your fault. It’s just in my dreams I hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“That nursery rhyme. The demon or somebody says that just before he breaks into the room. It scares the hell out of me. At first he just stood beside the window, but later he kept getting in, more and more each time. In my last dream he…uh…he raped me.”
With a frown Dean leaned back letting his head rest against John’s shoulder. Finally, he slid a hand down John’s thigh grasping the muscled flesh in his fingertips. He smiled over at John trying to ease the guilt and shame he saw on John’s face.
“It’s just a dream,” John said flushing. But Dean squeezed his leg.
“It’s real to you. If it bothers you then it bothers me, okay.”
For some reason John felt absurdly grateful, then a dark voice whispered at the back of his mind.
"Not for some reason, you can't deny it anymore."
Sighing Dean patted John’s leg then dropped his hand.
“Am I causing all this because you feel guilty?”
“No, I’m causing all this."
Dean smiled.
“Don't do this to yourself. I'm here for the long haul, for ever how long that is. Okay?”
John glanced over at the clock on the bedside table. Wincing he pushed off the headboard and sat on the side of the bed.
“I need to pick up that stuff at the County Recorders Office.”
“You need to get some sleep. I’ll pick it up, and bring it back here. We’ll go through it at dinner. Look I’m going to get you a sleeping pill. I know you don’t like being that out of it, but you need some sleep. Take it for me?”
John nodded and Dean slid off the bed padding to his duffle bag. He pulled out his shaving kit and dumped a white capped prescription bottle into his hand.
“I take these once in a while. It’ll do you good to a few hours sleep.”
He brought the pill and a glass of water to the bed. John cast a sideways glance at him and Dean laughed.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m not used to being told what to do.”
“That’s the price you pay for being in a relationship, John. Your problems are my problems now. I wouldn’t be surprised if the dreams let up now that we got some things out of the way.”
“Yeah maybe. Okay, I’ll take the damn thing. Just don’t go looking for it without me.”
“Wouldn’t think of it.”
Glancing at his watch Dean set the glass on the table, and watched as John rolled over onto his side. He waited a few minutes until John’s shoulders slumped into a relaxed sleep. Smiling he pulled on a jacket, checked the salt lines on the window and locked the door behind him. Whistling he pulled his car keys out and headed to the county building on 14th Street.
It didn’t take him long to pick up the files they had asked to be copied. Dean would add these to the papers and newspaper clippings that John had already been collecting. With this information he could see a pattern was beginning to emerge. It would be a long hunt but he and John were closer to tracking this particular demon than he had ever been alone. He smiled humming to himself under his breath.
Instead of turning onto the road back to the hotel Dean drove onto the freeway heading back to the housing track and the burned out house on Tyler Lane. He passed the Palma’s house, and then bypassed the wreckage they had searched a few days ago. He found the rutted dirt and gravel road that lead behind the houses and into the hills above the city.
It took almost thirty minutes to hike the trail to the abandoned silver mines that had been the foundation of the dirty little city. Dean wasn’t worried about being gone so long; John would sleep for at least six hours on the pill he had given him. He would be back at the hotel in plenty of time. He carefully placed his pack on the ground pulling out a silver cup.
With a grin Dean reached into the pack again and retrieved a thick wax-coated glass bottle wrapped in twine. From the distance the greenish glass made the dark fluid inside look brown. He uncorked the bottle and poured the cup half full of the thick brackish fluid. Sniffing he frowned, the blood was getting rancid. It smelled rotten but it would do the trick for now. He would have to fill it again soon.
When he had cast the invocation he entered the cave. The light was dim in the cool interior, and, at first, Dean could not make out the tall slender figure standing against the far wall of the cave. The figure moved and Dean waited until he was beckoned. He walked forward then bent his head in supplication.
"I have done as you required, Sammuael, master. I have brought the one you told me, John Winchester, to this place as you desired."
The figure stepped closer and to anyone observing he was a tall young man of perhaps twenty years old. Longish brown hair cascaded over his forehead shadowing his brown eyes. He smiled.
"I am please D' Ean."
"Did you want me to kill the hunter?"
Sammuael looked truly offended.
"No, of course not. His seed created my Earthly body. His wife bore me. He is, in a sense, my father."
With a sigh the younger appearing man brushed a brotherly hand over D'Ean's back.
"You have done exactly as I wanted. He has been an unwitting ally in my fight against Azreal. If Azreal had his way he would kill me and all my siblings. In the future, when our time comes, we will rule this physical dimension much like we rule our own. John Winchester has been beneficial to my cause, he clears the unworthy out of the way, and his desire for vengeance keeps him working toward defeating my enemy."
"What should I do?"
"Nothing more than you have been doing. Watch over John, he treads a dangerous path and I do not want him dead. Hunt with him, clean the Earth of the less worthy. Offer him aid and comfort, make love to him, and keep him focused on the fight. The dreams were helpful in binding him to you, but they are wearing him down. It is time for them to stop. He will not leave you now."
D' Ean nodded turning to follow his master, the pale sunlight flashing in his amber eyes.
"That is not a difficult thing. I want him."
"When Azreal is dead and I and my siblings are come into our time on Earth I will place you above all others in my council and John Winchester will be yours, body and soul."
The End