Life Serial (Chapter1), NC-17, Dean/Jo
Life Serial
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama, Violence
Spoilers: Set during season 4.17 It’s a Terrible Life
Summary: Life was relatively easy for Dean Smith. Keyword: Was
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“….I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.” -William Ernest Henley
Dean Smith wasn’t one to frequent bars, but work had been hell this week and he needed to unwind. He took a sip of his scotch, sighing as the brown liquor burned it’s way down his throat. He was on his third drink and he could already feel the mind numbing bull shit that had been work start to slowly slide away. The weight and pressure he felt from being the director of sales and marketing started to fade into the back of his mind. He slouched lower onto his seat.
He was sure he was going to pay for this in the morning and this was hell on his diet, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. He lifted his glass again and took another gulp. He glanced around the bar, his eyes catching sight of the hot brunette watching him at the other end of the bar. He smiled politely at her and glanced down at his drink. He slowly lifted the glass toward his lips and finished off his drink.
He glanced up in surprise as another drink was placed in front of him.
“This one is from that fine woman down there.” The bartender explained, nodding his head over toward the attractive brunette at the end of the bar.
Dean glanced back over at the woman who smiled and waved at him. He flushed a deep red and held up the glass in thanks. He was halfway through his drink when she slid into the seat next to him.
“I made you blush.” She said, her voice husky.
Dean smiled at her as he nodded. “Yes. You did.”
She smiled at him, her dark eyes growing darker from obvious lust. She held out her hand. “I’m Trisha.”
Dean shook her hand. “Dean.” He greeted. “It’s a pleasure.”
Trisha smile at him and he was once again struck by her beauty. She signaled the waiter for two more drinks. They talk and drink well into the night and Dean finds himself becoming more and more relaxed and tipsy as the night comes to a close. Trisha is giggling prettily at all of his lame jokes, leaning into him, giving him a nice glance at her cleavage. Dean knew how this night was going to end for him and although he doesn’t do one night stands, it’s been a long while for him. Not to mention the fact that Trisha is beautiful, funny and smart.
“So,” She leaned forward, touching his knee like she had been doing all night. “you want to get out of here?”
Dean smiled at her before paying his tab and reaching for her hand in a silent answer.
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Trisha leaned heavily against Dean as they made their way down the street.
“My place is just a few blocks down.” Dean said, breaking the sudden silence.
Trisha leaned over and licked his ear, giggling at his gasp of surprise. “Honey, I don’t think I’m going to make it a few blocks.” She moved in front of him, grabbing both of his hands as she did. She pulled him into an alleyway. “Come on I want to show you something fun.”
Dean stumbled in after her, letting her lead the way. “Where are we going?”
Trisha smiled at him. “Ever do it in an alley?” She smiled sweetly at him and leaned over for a deep kiss.
Dean’s mind swam as Trisha’s lips moved against his. He wrapped his arms around her waist and moaned as she pushed him up against the wall. Dean stared down at Trisha blearily. He frowned as he realized her eyes had turned onyx.
“That’s strange.” He murmured tilting his head as she ran her tongue against his neck.
“I’m going to show you the night of your life.” Trisha murmured against her throat. She gently nipped and kissed. She placed her tongue flat against his pulse. She moaned.
Dean gripped Trisha’s hips as she began nipping at his neck. His hands tightened on her waist as the nipping changed it outright biting. “Ow.” He said softly. His frown deepened. “Ow!” he repeated a little louder when the slight sting in his neck became outright burning. “Ow! Hey that-” He trailed off a Trisha suddenly pulled away from him. His eyes widened as she gave him a bloodied smile. “What-”
“I told you,” Trisha interrupted softly. She gave him a feral grin. “I’m going to show you the night of your life.” She leaned forward with a low growl.
Dean held his hands up, holding her at arm’s length. He tried to push her away, but she barely budged. “Get off of me!” He yelled, panic stricken.
Trisha merely laughed. “I knew as soon as I saw you, you were special. You are special. I can taste it.”
She leaned forward and bit him again. Dean became woozy and his head spin. He weakly tried to fight off his attacker, but was failing. He was going to die by the hands of some rabbit crazy woman. He felt himself growing even weaker and felt the fight drain out of him. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable.
Nothing happened.
“Ah!” Trisha suddenly screamed.
Dean opened his eyes and watched in shock as Trisha was grabbed and tossed against the opposite wall by a shorter blond.
“Bitch!” Trisha hissed.
The shorter blond rolled her eyes and punched Trisha hard in the face. “My name is Jo and I’ve been hunting you for fucking days!” She pulled out a large machete.
“No!” Dean watched in a shocked haze as the blond haired woman swung the machete at Trisha’s neck, cutting her head off.
Jo stared expressionlessly as the headless vampire’s body dropped onto the ground. She slowly turned to face the fallen man.
Dean’s eyes widened as she came toward him, now bloodied machete still in hand. He stumbled back against the wall, falling onto his knees. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
The younger blond frowned. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She said softly. She reached out, pausing when Dean flinched. She touched his chin and twisted his head to see the bite wound. “You were bitten.” She said.
“What was that?”
“It was a vampire.” Another voice replied.
Dean turned and frowned as a man in a trench coat suddenly appeared in the alleyway.
“What-”
“Castiel.” Jo greeted although her tone was nowhere near sweet.
Dean looked between the two, confused and scared. “What’s happening?” He asked, the fear in his tone evident.
Castiel leaned down so that he was face to face with Dean. “I am an Angel of the Lord, and I’m am here to help you.”
Jo rolled her eyes heavenward. “Just do it.”
“Do what?” Dean asked flinching away as Castiel reached out toward him with two fingers. “What-” He trailed off and collapsed into unconscious as the angel touched his forehead.
Jo leaned down and ran her fingers across Dean’s cheek with a small sigh. “Get him to a hospital.” She said softly. She glanced over her shoulder at the dead vamp. “I’ll clean up this mess.”
Castiel stared at Jo for a long moment. “We will save him.” He said softly.
Jo merely shook her head and turned away from him. “The man I know wouldn’t have stopped fighting so easily.”
“But Jo,” Castiel said calmly. He glanced down at Dean. “He is no longer the man you know.”
TBC
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama, Violence
Spoilers: Set during season 4.17 It’s a Terrible Life
Summary: Life was relatively easy for Dean Smith. Keyword: Was
******
“….I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.” -William Ernest Henley
Dean Smith wasn’t one to frequent bars, but work had been hell this week and he needed to unwind. He took a sip of his scotch, sighing as the brown liquor burned it’s way down his throat. He was on his third drink and he could already feel the mind numbing bull shit that had been work start to slowly slide away. The weight and pressure he felt from being the director of sales and marketing started to fade into the back of his mind. He slouched lower onto his seat.
He was sure he was going to pay for this in the morning and this was hell on his diet, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. He lifted his glass again and took another gulp. He glanced around the bar, his eyes catching sight of the hot brunette watching him at the other end of the bar. He smiled politely at her and glanced down at his drink. He slowly lifted the glass toward his lips and finished off his drink.
He glanced up in surprise as another drink was placed in front of him.
“This one is from that fine woman down there.” The bartender explained, nodding his head over toward the attractive brunette at the end of the bar.
Dean glanced back over at the woman who smiled and waved at him. He flushed a deep red and held up the glass in thanks. He was halfway through his drink when she slid into the seat next to him.
“I made you blush.” She said, her voice husky.
Dean smiled at her as he nodded. “Yes. You did.”
She smiled at him, her dark eyes growing darker from obvious lust. She held out her hand. “I’m Trisha.”
Dean shook her hand. “Dean.” He greeted. “It’s a pleasure.”
Trisha smile at him and he was once again struck by her beauty. She signaled the waiter for two more drinks. They talk and drink well into the night and Dean finds himself becoming more and more relaxed and tipsy as the night comes to a close. Trisha is giggling prettily at all of his lame jokes, leaning into him, giving him a nice glance at her cleavage. Dean knew how this night was going to end for him and although he doesn’t do one night stands, it’s been a long while for him. Not to mention the fact that Trisha is beautiful, funny and smart.
“So,” She leaned forward, touching his knee like she had been doing all night. “you want to get out of here?”
Dean smiled at her before paying his tab and reaching for her hand in a silent answer.
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Trisha leaned heavily against Dean as they made their way down the street.
“My place is just a few blocks down.” Dean said, breaking the sudden silence.
Trisha leaned over and licked his ear, giggling at his gasp of surprise. “Honey, I don’t think I’m going to make it a few blocks.” She moved in front of him, grabbing both of his hands as she did. She pulled him into an alleyway. “Come on I want to show you something fun.”
Dean stumbled in after her, letting her lead the way. “Where are we going?”
Trisha smiled at him. “Ever do it in an alley?” She smiled sweetly at him and leaned over for a deep kiss.
Dean’s mind swam as Trisha’s lips moved against his. He wrapped his arms around her waist and moaned as she pushed him up against the wall. Dean stared down at Trisha blearily. He frowned as he realized her eyes had turned onyx.
“That’s strange.” He murmured tilting his head as she ran her tongue against his neck.
“I’m going to show you the night of your life.” Trisha murmured against her throat. She gently nipped and kissed. She placed her tongue flat against his pulse. She moaned.
Dean gripped Trisha’s hips as she began nipping at his neck. His hands tightened on her waist as the nipping changed it outright biting. “Ow.” He said softly. His frown deepened. “Ow!” he repeated a little louder when the slight sting in his neck became outright burning. “Ow! Hey that-” He trailed off a Trisha suddenly pulled away from him. His eyes widened as she gave him a bloodied smile. “What-”
“I told you,” Trisha interrupted softly. She gave him a feral grin. “I’m going to show you the night of your life.” She leaned forward with a low growl.
Dean held his hands up, holding her at arm’s length. He tried to push her away, but she barely budged. “Get off of me!” He yelled, panic stricken.
Trisha merely laughed. “I knew as soon as I saw you, you were special. You are special. I can taste it.”
She leaned forward and bit him again. Dean became woozy and his head spin. He weakly tried to fight off his attacker, but was failing. He was going to die by the hands of some rabbit crazy woman. He felt himself growing even weaker and felt the fight drain out of him. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable.
Nothing happened.
“Ah!” Trisha suddenly screamed.
Dean opened his eyes and watched in shock as Trisha was grabbed and tossed against the opposite wall by a shorter blond.
“Bitch!” Trisha hissed.
The shorter blond rolled her eyes and punched Trisha hard in the face. “My name is Jo and I’ve been hunting you for fucking days!” She pulled out a large machete.
“No!” Dean watched in a shocked haze as the blond haired woman swung the machete at Trisha’s neck, cutting her head off.
Jo stared expressionlessly as the headless vampire’s body dropped onto the ground. She slowly turned to face the fallen man.
Dean’s eyes widened as she came toward him, now bloodied machete still in hand. He stumbled back against the wall, falling onto his knees. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
The younger blond frowned. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She said softly. She reached out, pausing when Dean flinched. She touched his chin and twisted his head to see the bite wound. “You were bitten.” She said.
“What was that?”
“It was a vampire.” Another voice replied.
Dean turned and frowned as a man in a trench coat suddenly appeared in the alleyway.
“What-”
“Castiel.” Jo greeted although her tone was nowhere near sweet.
Dean looked between the two, confused and scared. “What’s happening?” He asked, the fear in his tone evident.
Castiel leaned down so that he was face to face with Dean. “I am an Angel of the Lord, and I’m am here to help you.”
Jo rolled her eyes heavenward. “Just do it.”
“Do what?” Dean asked flinching away as Castiel reached out toward him with two fingers. “What-” He trailed off and collapsed into unconscious as the angel touched his forehead.
Jo leaned down and ran her fingers across Dean’s cheek with a small sigh. “Get him to a hospital.” She said softly. She glanced over her shoulder at the dead vamp. “I’ll clean up this mess.”
Castiel stared at Jo for a long moment. “We will save him.” He said softly.
Jo merely shook her head and turned away from him. “The man I know wouldn’t have stopped fighting so easily.”
“But Jo,” Castiel said calmly. He glanced down at Dean. “He is no longer the man you know.”
TBC