Death in Appalachia, Chapter 24: Truth and No Consequences
Authors: atana_blackfox & paintercrow
Summary: All the farm's residents get laid. Except for Vera. Poor Vera.
Rating/Warning: Mature (NC-17), Warnings for story overall. Swearing (most chapters). Rape and torture chapters have separate warnings. Character deaths (Ballad novels/OCs). Sex--both hetero and homosexual.
Disclaimer: We do not own the Supernatural or Ballad novel story elements.
Thanks to our dear jelliclefreak for the beta! Smoochies hon!
Death in Appalachia, Chapter 24: Truth and No Consequences
Summary: All the farm's residents get laid. Except for Vera. Poor Vera.
FROM: the-handsome-brother@halfmoonfarm.net
TO: Atana-Blackfox@writersmuse.com
SUBJECT: Your story, DIA
Hey Dude,
Come on give me a break, 23 chapters and I haven’t gotten laid yet? A guy’s gotta have fun; of course you’ve surrounded me with women old enough to be my mother or grandmother. Not only that but I haven’t been to a bar, had a drink or hustled pool in months. What the hell are you turning me into, a geeky emo boy like Sam? At least you gave me a cool cat. And I have to start upholding the law now? Next thing you know I’ll be respectable. Help! Someone save me!
Oh, and one more thing. If Sam starts brooding again I’ll tell Griffin to go shred your print out of the next chapter.
Dean
FROM: Atana-Blackfox@writersmuse.com
TO: the-handsome-brother@halfmoonfarm.net
SUBJECT: Re: Your story, DIA
Alright, alright, you get laid this chapter. Just don’t blame me for the consequences. As for hustling pool, I’m sure Spencer doesn’t want his shiny new deputy with mad Hunter skillz pissing off the local good ‘ole boys and getting shot before he finished his first week on duty. Oh, and you’re getting sick pay, so don’t bitch. Wait until you can get out to Clinton Highway in Anderson County. Believe me, you’ll fit in just fine and make more money than you know what to do with. If you want beer and a game of darts, go out with Atin to the Mockingbird Inn. The Gods know he could use a break too!
As for Sam, do you really think I have any control over him? I’m constantly afraid his huge ball of angst is going to eat Star.
atana_blackfox
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Sam lounged on the bed in his room, intently reading the copy of the laws that Will had given him. Jay was curled next to him, drowsing while watching the television that one of the Coms had brought up. LaShonda had given Jay some pills to take, and he’d calmed down as they took effect. Sam found his free hand wandering over Jay’s head and neck without him consciously thinking about it. Whatever Jay had taken must have lowered his inhibitions a bit; he occasionally made pleased noises in the back of his throat. The dark-haired Guardian’s body was warm and his hair surprisingly soft. Sam found himself wanting to let his hands wander over more of Jay, to explore him in a way he’d never explored another man’s body. That Jay was so vulnerable and pliant right now didn’t help. Sam bit his lip at the growing bulge in his jeans, hoping Jay didn’t notice. Sam was a little disturbed by his current attraction to Jay. Part of the reason he wanted so badly to strip him and touch every part of the younger man’s body was that he was so helpless right now. The bruises on Jay’s body didn’t do anything for him, but the fact that Sam would undoubtedly be in control and safe did.
Safe. Maybe that was it, he would be safe with Jay
The memories. He didn’t have nightmares about the demons and he didn’t find himself shying away from physical contact, but he remembered. He knew what had happened to him. Sam shuddered at the thought, causing Jay to look up. He just smiled and rubbed Jay’s neck a little, trying to get him to settle. The younger man’s head dropped back against Sam’s side after a moment.
Star looked up at him sleepily as well, her large blue eyes regarding him steadily for a moment before she yawned widely, giving him an eyeful of her mouth of tiny fangs. Sam was continually amazed that his small, cute familiar was really a mini-predator that wouldn’t show her prey any mercy. Maybe there was a lesson there.
Sam was still afraid of getting hurt, physically, empathically, mentally. Jay was injured, unable to defend himself and was no threat to him. Not that he thought that the man currently snuggling up to his side, making sleepy little noises would ever hurt him, but right now he could be sure. Having sex made you so open, so vulnerable; especially being psychic. Sam allowed one of his large hands to cradle the back of Jay’s skull for a moment, remembering how gently Jay had rubbed the back of his head during that first, slow kiss when Jay was trying to train him. The Guardian’s kiss and caress had been so sweet, so encouraging without being demanding. He’d allowed Sam to pull away from him with no rebuke, just understanding.
Jay would let him be in control with no protest. Sam needed that in a lover right now.
Sam glanced at the clock, disappointed to see that it was almost time for Jay to help heal Vera. He reluctantly gave Jay one more caress before withdrawing his hand and giving the book he was reading his full attention. The next section was about the laws governing the relationships between Orders and Lines, so Sam pored over it intently. He paused at one of the clauses. No, that couldn’t be correct. Sam went back to the beginning of the section and read it again, stifling a curse.
No wonder the Comacines had been so quick to kill Vera. All that would have happened if they were caught was that they would pay a fine. Just throw money at their colossal mistake and move on. That was why they’d been so careless, Mike had been so careless. They wouldn’t have to account for Vera’s death in any realistic way. The fine would only apply if the Kestersons were recognized as a Guardian Line.
He stared numbly at the book for a moment, reinforcing his shields, trying not to disturb Jay. It must have not worked very well because Jay was blinking at him again. Sam smiled at him. “Don’t worry about it; Dean’s pissy about something. Just rest; I’ll go see what’s up with him.” Jay just rubbed his head against his chest before Sam slid out of bed to head downstairs.
Sam held himself tightly as he stalked down the hall, restraining his fury. He stepped stealthily down the stairs, knowing who he wanted to corner. He briefly considered finding Dean, but decided that this was between him and Mike. The healer almost killed Vera to save him.
His quarry was eating a quiet dinner in the dining room; Pascal was refilling his glass with iced tea like a waiter in an expensive restaurant. Mike didn’t acknowledge the younger Comacine, but smiled when he saw Sam.
“Sam!” Mike sounded lighthearted, like he was greeting a favorite nephew. “Feeling better?”
He glared at Mike, knowing his scowl was as effective as his ‘puppy dog’ eyes. Pascal took one look at him, sized up the situation and dashed back into the kitchen as quickly as he could without spilling the pitcher of tea. "You were in charge last night. You ordered Vera killed." Sam was proud of the fact that his voice was level, but rather low in range.
The healer looked surprised; he put down his fork and pushed away the plate. Sam was savagely pleased to see him looking down at the table for a moment. “Yes, I did. It was a mistake.”
“That's a hell of a mistake.” Sam could feel his voice vibrating deep in his chest.
Mike finally looked up at him. “Yes, it was. We'll make up for it as best as we can.”
A shout finally fought itself free. “She looks like a corpse Mike! Why isn't she any better?”
The object of Sam’s fury took a deep breath. “Sam, why don't you sit down? Want anything from the kitchen?” Mike half turned in his seat to summon Pascal.
“No, I don’t have much of an appetite and don't change the subject.” Sam clenched his fists at his sides. “Why did you heal Dean and me but not Vera and Jay?
“You could have died last night, or been permanently scared or maimed.” The healer’s eyes begged for understanding. “Jay will recover with time. I didn't realize he was a booster when I healed you. I knew I didn't have enough to heal both of you, so I chose you. We still weren't sure if Vera was a Guardian or a necromancer.”
“I don't care about scars; I have plenty already.” Sam took a breath and tried to calm himself. He didn’t need to do any more damage to the house. Being telekinetic without much control was a bitch. “A necromancer?! You think Dean and I would hang out with a necromancer? We kill ghosts for a living, remember?”
“We didn't know Sam,” the healer pleaded with him, his dark eyes and tanned face taking on an expression of entreaty. Sam could tell his face didn’t often take that look. “We were afraid she was manipulating you somehow, especially with your abilities going rogue. You would have been easy prey for something like that. Someone who knew what they were doing could have you totally under their control. We see it far too often.”
“And Dean?” Sam asked belligerently. “He’s not psychic, and he's not easily fooled either.” Sam felt himself go blank for just a second and knew that Ben was helping him again. He could feel a little of the empath through the link. Ben was concerned but didn’t want to stop him from confronting Mike, still, Sam expected him to show up any moment. Until then, Mike was going to listen to him.
“We had to be sure you and Dean were safe.”
Sam shook his head. "You must think we have shit for brains. We were fighting demons yesterday, not revenants.”
“As I said Sam, we didn't know, and we didn't have much time to decide.” Mike sounded like he was becoming angry himself. “Vera Kesterson is hurt, but she'll recover.”
“I still don't see how you could have thought Vera was a necromancer who was controlling the demons. Just what do you people go after anyway?”
Mike seemed to be struggling for control himself. “We normally don't go after creatures at all. We deal with humans.”
"What do you mean?” Sam asked blankly, taken aback. Humans? There were plenty of supernatural creatures that needed destroying.
“We deal with rogue psychics, like you. Teach them; keep them from unintentionally hurting others. We also hunt down and detain psychics who misuse their abilities. Some we retrain, others we imprison, and a few we have to execute. We help known Hunter and Guardian Lines, give them aid when they need it and help new ones get established”
Sam barred his teeth and snarled, stepping back out of disgust. "You're assassins." He felt sick, exactly what were the Comacines?
“Sam,” Mike sounded tired now. “We very rarely ever have to execute anyone. I won't apologize for having to do it at times. We keep people safe. I know you would never abuse your ability, but what would you do if you found a very powerful psychic who used their abilities to harm and manipulate others?”
"You didn’t give Vera a chance, you just decided to kill her without even trying to find out the whole story. Who are you to play God?” Sam's voice raised angrily, his nostrils flaring.
“What if you couldn't help them?” Mike’s face was stiff again, and demanding. “What if they thought it was their right to use others however they wanted? That they were above other people because of their abilities? What would you do then?”
“I'm not here to debate my morals.” Sam said in a quiet, tense voice. “The fact is you tried and convicted Vera on no evidence whatsoever.”
“It was a mistake. We’re only human.” Mike sounded like he was only grudgingly admitting this.
“Why were you so eager to condemn Vera?” Sam insisted. “She saved my life twice in the past week.”
The healer actually looked regretful. “Several of our members were bound by a trap she set. We found evidence of blood magic in her ritual room. Jay ran from us on sight. You and Dean were missing, and there was a serial killer in the area. The murders started about the same time as she moved here. Then we found out you had moved in with her right before you disappeared. What were we supposed to think? We also knew Jay had been involved in stealing human remains.”
“Trap?” What the hell happened while the demons had him? He thought Dean had told him everything. “What are you talking about?”
“She set up magical traps in the library. We went there looking for her and some of us sprung them when we used our abilities. She bound some of our most powerful members without us even laying eyes on her. Now do you understand why we thought she was powerful enough to be controlling you?"
Sam frowned furiously, puzzling out Mike's answer. "Library? You mean her office? It has protections on it. You broke into her office and set off a trap?”
“Yes,” Mike hung his head, looking ashamed. “We couldn't find you or Vera, so we went there trying to get information on both of you, to see if she was hurting you.”
“You went to her office to get information on us?” Sam shook his head at their presumption and stupidity.
“What if she was about to sacrifice you? If we had saved you, would you be quibbling about a little breaking and entering? I know you and your brother have done more on less information.”
He snorted, "What did you possibly expect to find in a public library?” Sam shook his head. “A Human-Sacrifices for Dummies book?”
Mike’s voice was rising. “It was her office, not the stacks, Sam. You're amazingly naive for someone who was raised hunting.”
Sam was furious; the healer was speaking to him like he was a young child. “Just how much ‘field experience’ do you have Mike?” Sam had overheard the other Comacines quietly talking about how Mike should have never been in charge of this team.
The older man shot to his feet, glaring at Sam over the table. “I'm old enough to be your father and been with the Order since I was four. I've seen a lot of destructive psychics, necromancers, and black magicians - things you haven't dealt with!”
“How many black magicians have you personally taken down Mike?” Sam raged right back at him. “Seeing something and doing something are two different things.”
“I heal, Sam.” Mike’s face contorted. “I take care of the people that they leave behind, their victims. I’m the one who has to put them back together. I see their tortured faces after we take the bad guy down, I'm the one who sees their shattered lives and ruined bodies. You think just because I'm not in the field often I don't deal with these people? The field workers have the easy part - they swoop in, save the victims, destroy the bad guy and get the 'atta boys'. I get the hard part, seeing the wrecks they leave behind.”
“So you have no experience investigating black magicians, you have no experience finding them, tracking them, predicting their next move? You think all Dean and I do is run into a situation blind and shoot everything in sight? Field workers don't exactly have it easy either.” Sam’s volume was rising along with Mike’s. The conversation was spiraling into a full blown shouting match.
“Maybe, not, but I'm tired of the victims being forgotten while the field workers ride off into the sunset. And I don't think you'd be bitching at me if I had been right! I also don’t hear you bitching about being alive.”
“Assuming we live that long.” Sam’s eye was twitching, stung that Mike thought what he and his brother did was easy or didn't come with its own price. “I don't do this to be hailed the conquering hero either; most people haven't a clue what we’re doing.”
Atin stepped quietly into the room, "This ends now. Vera doesn't need to be getting anymore panicked than she already is."
:::
The second time Vera woke up there were more people in the room with her. She blinked at the ceiling for a few moments, trying to remember again when another strange face came into view. It was a warmer and friendlier face then the last stranger she saw. Mike? Was that the doctor’s name, the man she had seen earlier?
It was another man, dark skinned with deep brown eyes and loosely curly hair. His smile didn’t hold any of the strange, selfish and possessive pride Mike’s did. She felt his relief and joy at seeing her awake.
“Hey you,” he said softly, stroking her cheek. For some reason the warmth of his hand made her relax. Vera managed to smile a little at him.
“I’m Atin, I don’t know how much Dean was able to tell you, but you’re going to be fine. It will just take a while.”
For some reason she believed Atin where she doubted Mike. “Jay?” She hated the way her voice rasped.
The face above her smiled. “He’s a little beat up after last night, but he’s up and around. He’ll be here to see you soon.”
Vera blinked, confused. Did Dean tell her the same thing? Was the last time she woke up real? “Sam, Dean, are they…”
Atin quickly interrupted her, but Vera didn’t mind, she was still so tired. “They’re both alive. Sam’s been healed.”
“That doctor?” The priestess felt a vague wave of annoyance from him.
The feeling quickly passed. “Yes, that was Mike Jensen. He’s a doctor and a healer; he and Jay will be here soon to do a healing session.”
She tried to look past Atin and out the door as she heard familiar footsteps in the hall.
"Vera awake?” That was Dean, praise the Gods. He still sounded cocky and aggressive. “I brought Jay to see her.”
Her breath caught in her throat and Atin touched her neck, concern written across his face.
“Jay?” She was proud of how strong her voice sounded for a moment. Her nephew was still alive. Jay, oh, thank the Lord and Lady…
Suddenly another face was above her, but it took a second to recognize him. "I'm here Aunt Vera."
How had Jay gotten so hurt? He was bruised, swollen, his lip split in two places, his wrists were ringed in bruises and scrapes. He held himself strangely. What had happened to him?
She tried to get up, to sit up and hold him, forgetting that she couldn’t.
“Vera, Vera!” Atin’s voice was stern, calling her attention back to him. “Look at me, stay still, Jay can come to you.” She blinked a few moments; it felt like she’d lost a few seconds.
The priestess turned her attention back to Jay; she’d figure it out later.
“Jay,” she didn’t try to hide how her voce cracked. “You’re okay?”
Her nephew gave her a patently false smile, "I'm fine Aunt Vera, as you can see. How are you feeling?”
She thought about that for a moment. “Strange. All these strangers here; no one's told me who they are.” She rolled her eyes to Atin in an unspoken question.
Atin responded. “Don't worry about that right now, just see your son -- your nephew.”
She saw Jay shake his head like he did when he was disgusted with someone. "Never mind them Aunt Vera, do you remember what happened?"
“Yes - the ritual last night. Demons, people shooting at us. What happened?” Her anxiety was mounting again. “Why won't anyone tell me?” Vera suddenly realized that Jay was trying to distract her, lead her thoughts away from something. Brat. Her voice dropped to a whisper, trying to get Jay to understand. “Who are all these people? Why won't Dean tell me anything? What’s wrong?”
She blanked out again for a few seconds and suddenly she could see Dean, too. "They’re like Guardians Vera, only they guard psychics instead of a territory."
Footsteps, and then another vaguely familiar voice. “Ready Jay?” Oh, it was Mike; his voice sounded very tight and clipped.
Suddenly she felt herself slipping away. She struggled against the drugs but lost in the end.
As Atin watched Mike and Jay begin to work on Vera, he wondered if it was possible to fall in love with someone who was spending most of her time unconscious.
:::
Dean rubbed his face wearily. He had tried to keep Vera calm; she knew they weren’t telling her the whole truth and that was making her anxious. Seeing Jay briefly before Mike healed her only made her mental state worse. The young Guardian looked like hell and of course she was demanding to know what happened. Dean had to interrupt before Jay blurted out the whole, unvarnished truth of the situation. Even flat on her back, unable to move and her psychic abilities haywire, Vera was still a pain in the ass.
Then Ruby and Maryanne Wyler, Kathy’s cousin and younger sister, showed up on the doorstep, shotguns in hand, demanding to see him. Zip came and got him, apparently thinking the young women wanted to thank him for rescuing Kathy. No such luck. They were distantly related to Old Rattler and one of their common ancestors had been a circuit preacher and Hunter. After asking them a few questions he had to admit he was a little impressed. Apparently they had reputations as a couple of hell raisers. Ruby was 21 and slightly psychic; and he thought Maryanne, who was 17, might be a ground. Dean decided it would be easier to just train the two of them and make them part of his team rather than tripping over them all the time because they weren’t going to take no for an answer. God knew he could use another ground around here.
So Dean put them to work, salting all the doors and windows, which they did cheerfully and without argument. Now if Jay would just follow orders as well. Dean had to stop himself; that wasn’t fair. Ruby and Maryanne hadn’t been through everything Jay had. The young women finished up the task and left for the evening. Maryanne told him her parents wanted to see him soon, which left Dean feeling uneasy. He wasn’t used to hanging around the scene of the crime after he was through with a job.
Any doubts he had about Ruby and Maryanne disappeared when Atin gave him a lecture on accepting new members so quickly. Atin had caught Ruby making out with Pascal in the ritual room less than an hour after she joined. Atin told him that Ruby had been absolutely shameless, not bothering to hide what they were doing and took her time adjusting her clothes. She then chewed Atin out about rudely interrupting them and made it clear she and Pascal were going to be an item and she didn’t give a damn what he thought.
Dean had to grin. Sounds like the Wyler women were going to fit in just fine.
Now, was it 10 o'clock yet?
:::
Pascal felt like things were beginning to turn around for him this evening. He met Ruby. He remembered her, or one of her ancestors. It was hard to tell. He had such strong memories of his past life as Jonas Bonesteel; he seemed to know many of the locals. When Ruby showed him her ‘fairy cross’; Pascal had another confusing welter of memories and visions. He’d found the fairy stone himself, set it in gold and gave it to her as a pendant…No, wait, Jonas had found it and given it to her…That wasn’t right either. Jonas had given it to Sarah Douger. That was it.
Then none of it mattered anymore when Ruby pushed him up against a wall.
He kicked himself when Atin came in and caught the two of them. It had been awhile since he’d seen any action other then his hand. He winced when Ruby bitched Atin out for ‘disturbing’ them.
After Ruby left, Atin had forbidden him to date that woman. So much for any fun on this mission. He wondered why the field-promoted team leader had come looking for him and wanted to speak to him privately. He knew they had been considering his punishment. His nerves were frayed and he tried to clamp down on his shields. He guessed he wasn't doing a very good job of it since Atin gave him a sympathetic look before he spoke.
"Well, this went all the way up to Mistress Tudor. First, you're being demoted and transferred to my new team."
Pascal's first reaction was relief. He didn't care about the loss in pay; he knew he'd get fairer treatment from Atin than from Greg. "Yes sir."
"Secondly," Atin continued, looking like he didn't really agree with the punishment, but he had his orders, "you are on probation for five years. No marriage, no children."
Pascal blinked; a little stunned. "Yes sir," he said automatically. He wasn't dating anyone seriously and now with his standing with the Order at an all time low it wasn't as if he was going to be getting any dates anytime soon either. People in the Order had long memories, he'd be lucky to get a date twenty years from now let alone five. The only woman who expressed any interest in him--Ruby--he was forbidden to date. For a reckless moment he thought about throwing himself in front of a bullet the next opportunity he had.
"Also," Atin continued, "you're spending the next year as Jay Kesterson's servant."
That derailed Pascal's grim thoughts. Was this the Order's way of making things up to Jay? As if. "As you wish sir," he replied, "Shall I have my things shipped here?"
"I need to talk to Jay and Dean first. They will let you know how much of your stuff you can have brought here." Atin smiled encouragingly, "You'll be going to Hawaii and the Conclave with Jay, of course."
Pascal's eyes widened, being a junior member he wasn't on the roster to go the Conclave. He had been there as a child with his parents of course, but that had been a while ago. "Yes sir. Was that everything sir?"
Atin actually winked at him, "Last of all, somewhere in all that paperwork you accidentally ended up with a raise." He rolled his eyes, "don't tell Mike. Or anyone else for that matter."
Pascal was shocked, he wasn't expecting a raise. "My lips are sealed sir." He wondered how Jay will be as his "master" for the next year. "Do you want me to talk to Jay? Or are you telling him, sir?"
"Let me talk to Dean first. Just let Jay think you're his guard for now."
:::
The light from the nearly full moon was streaming in the windows of the carriage house. It was bright enough to see Cheryl leaning up against the Impala. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts with an ankle holster. Dean was surprised at how much her ankle holster turned him on. He raised his eyebrows a little. "What's with the gun?"
Cheryl's dark-blue eyes glittered in the moonlight. "I may be off duty but I still have a responsibility to protect the Hunt leader."
Dean leaned to nibble Cheryl's ear, "I never had a bodyguard before."
"You haven't had me...yet," her voice was eager and suggestive. Dean was surprised at how willing and excited she already was.
Cheryl couldn't help but notice how amazingly hot this rugged Hunter was. She knew he wouldn’t have any unrealistic expectations with his reputation for ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em. After everything that had happened in the past few days they both could use a little tension relief, and Cheryl had made it a personal rule not to sleep with any of her team mates. It made things too complicated. She discovered that the hard way. She had broken off her engagement to Billy Ray almost two years ago. It was awkward seeing him again. She knew Dean was a womanizer but that was exactly what she wanted. No ties, no commitments.
Opening the back door she slid across the leather seat, leaning against the opposite door. "Let's get more comfortable. You need to get off that ankle."
Dean was amazingly turned on; it had been far too long since he’d gotten laid. He followed her into the car quickly shutting the door behind him.
Cheryl reached for the hem of her t-shirt stripping it off quickly. Dean's eyes were eating her alive. He reached for the clasp of her front-closing bra and snapped it open with a practiced twist. His hands fondled her breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples into stiff nubs before pinching them lightly. His gaze flickered from her breast to her face, checking her reactions as he bit his lower lip.
It had been far too long, Cheryl could feel her groin tighten and the wetness was flowing already. Impatient, she pulled back to unzip her shorts, pulling away from Dean’s caressing hands. She was breathing harshly and it sounded far too loud in the Impala’s back seat.
Dean was surprised when she moved away so suddenly, wondering if she changed her mind. But when he saw how eagerly she was stripping off her shorts, his body started responding to the sight of a topless woman flushed with excitement. This girl was in awesome shape, all muscle and hot for him. He hurriedly took out the condom from his pocket. He always kept a box at the bottom of his duffle bag.
Cheryl was already naked while Dean fumbled with extracting the condom from its wrapper. This would never do, he was still dressed. Damn, he was out of practice. Cheryl popped open the button on his jeans and unzipped him. Finally Dean got with the program and shimmied his ass helpfully while she stripped the pants and boxers down to his knees, effectively trapping his legs.
Dean loved the sight of a naked woman kneeling on his back seat. There was enough light to enjoy the view and he didn't know where to touch, lick, kiss, nibble or suck first. Her breasts were large, but firm and pert and he never knew thigh muscles could be so erotic. Dean let his hands find her breasts again for a moment before ghosting down her taunt stomach to massage her thighs.
Cheryl smiled, Dean was well endowed and she leaned over to lick the trail of moisture leaking from the tip. She’d forgotten how good it could taste. Dean groaned, his hands caressing her hair in encouragement. Dean couldn’t believe he had a woman going down on him so willingly in the back of the Impala.
She took his length in her mouth and his head flopped back, "Cheryl," he grunted, his hands tangling in her long hair. Dean struggled not to buck into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue was swirling around the head of his cock as she sucked gently, occasionally teasing him with a scrape of teeth. Dean grabbed the base of his cock. The last thing he wanted to do was come before he got her off. She stopped, seeing he was getting close, and expertly rolled the condom on.
She regarded his ankle for a moment, and then said, "It might be easier if we did it this way."
In one quick move, she straddled and then impaled herself on him. She was so wet; he was buried in her with the first thrust. Dean grabbed the base of his cock again just in time as his eyes almost rolled back into his head. He moaned deep in his chest. Damn, she was so tight it almost hurt, the walls of her vagina clenching around him. He wondered for a brief moment if Cheryl was a virgin. No, she was too familiar with a condom. It must have been a long time since she’d gotten laid too.
Cheryl placed one hand on each side of Dean's head gripping the back of the seat. Then she began riding him. The pace was slow at first as they explored each other's bodies with their hands and lips. Dean reached around her and gripped her ass for a moment before letting his hands drift back around to her hips. He ducked his head slightly and leaned forward to nuzzle her breast. He was rewarded with a loud groan from Cheryl. Dean then pressed the heel of his hand against her mound, giving her sensitive clit more stimulation. As much as Dean wanted to grab her hips and slam into her, he couldn’t. He couldn’t brace both feet on the floor board to thrust up into her because of his throbbing ankle. Dean was trapped under Cheryl as she rode him.
Cheryl quickly realized she had basically captured Dean under her. She gripped his shoulders tightly, feeling empowered as she fucked him passionately. His groans, grunts and sighs under her were so hot. She realized that Dean was offering her something special. No other man had ever let her be the dominate one. Cheryl recognized that Dean was a generous and confident lover. She looked deeply into his lust-darkened eyes as he licked his swollen lips. He tilted his head back, exposing his throat to her. Cheryl took the invitation and leaned in to nip and suck his throat and shoulder, leaving small marks. Then she bit and sucked a spot just under his right collar bone, marking him and giving him a memory of her temporary ownership.
The temperature in the car seemed to have soared. Her skin was hot and smooth under his touch, slick with a fine sheen of sweat. The back windows were steaming over. The fact that this amazingly strong woman was fucking him was turning into one of the best quickie fucks he’d ever had. Dean had never been with a woman this sexually aggressive before. It was fucking amazing. He wished he could draw this out, but it had been too long, he was close to the edge and if the heat and wetness of her pussy was any indication, so was she.
"Dean," she hissed through clenched teeth, rocking through her climax. She squeezed him so tightly it triggered Dean's own orgasm. They shuddered against each other, causing Cheryl to scream as a second orgasm quickly followed her first. For a moment Dean clung to her, the sweat of their bodies mingling as she lightly scratched his back before pulling away.
Carefully, Dean reached down to hold the base of the rubber while Cheryl moved off him. She didn't rush to get dressed immediately which Dean appreciated. "So, am I forgiven?" she smiled sweetly.
Dean realized they had never even kissed each other on the mouth. Everything had happened so quickly. He pulled her into his embrace and kissed her slowly enjoying the taste of her. She moaned into the kiss like she couldn't get enough.
Finally he broke away, "I may need more convincing later." He could no more stop the smirk on his face then he could keep Sam from being a geek-boy.
Her gaze was direct as she licked her lips. "Then I'll have to try harder next time." She dressed as quickly as she had removed her clothes before, then she began helping him get dressed. "What?" she said to his surprised look, "I'm your bodyguard remember? You are still unarmed; I'll talk to Atin about that. I'll see you safely into the house." Dean grinned; this was a first, a woman walking him home.
A flash of movement put them both on alert, but soon a white shape emerged from under the front seat. Griffin. Dean let out a breath and Cheryl relaxed putting the gun back into her ankle holster.
Griffin's eyes were glowing brightly as he jumped into Dean's lap; he looked quite pleased with himself, like he was the one who gotten laid. His purrs inside the car sounded louder than normal. "Glad you approve," Dean said stroking the soft fur. Cheryl laughed. Dean decided he liked the sound and wanted to make her laugh more often. Damn, where the hell did that come from?
Griffin rubbed his head against Cheryl's hand. She had saved the priestess's life with her time bending. He knew she took her responsibilities seriously and would protect his human with her life. He was content with his human's choice. It had been a successful mating.
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Ravenmocker grinned evilly, a strange sight for a Being of Light. Then again, Ravenmocker had always been a law unto himself. The Thrones never rebuked him, so he saw no reason to change his ways. He watched gleefully as Dean and Cheryl enjoyed one another. There was a soul ready, waiting and willing to be born to the two of them.
For once the Comacines were making things easy for him. The Comacine team leader had sabotaged all of Dean's condoms and the Healer was going to force a conception. Soon, the next generation of the Winchester line would be born. He spared a brief moment of concern for Cheryl, she was just as much a pawn in this as Dean, but he would protect her as well as he could.
The Principality knew Sam eventually wanted a family, and Jay’s future wife was right under his nose, he just had to wait for her to grow up.
It was only natural that Ravenmocker would be so concerned with the procreation of the Winchester, Kesterson and Stargill lines. He was a Principality, after all. The more Guardians and Hunters in his region, the easier it made his job.
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Sam spooned Jay protectively; feeling daring. He let his arm curl around Jay’s chest, careful of his bruises and sore muscles. He wondered when Jay might feel up to a little more physical affection. Damn, how could he be so horny after everything that happened?
Suddenly he knew what Dean was doing; one of the Comacine women? Sam had a sudden flash of the Impala’s back seat. His brother and that damned car.
The problem was Dean’s state of mind certainly wasn’t helping. Between his own desire and what he was feeling from his brother, Sam had a growing hard on that he needed to do something about.
He bit his lip and let his hands drift over Jay’s chest, reaching under his flimsy t-shirt, his fingers instinctively going to his nipples. Sam let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as Jay slowly came awake and moaned. Sam ghosted feather light touches over hardened nipples and Jay whimpered deep in his throat.
“Harder,” Jay begged. Sam could feel him shifting slightly to reach a hand down his shorts.
Sam laid a firm hand on Jay’s arm. “No.” Sam was a little surprised at how level his voice was. “Stay still.” He pushed Jay’s underwear down to his knees and slowly traced his hands up his thighs and to his rapidly swelling cock. Sam flung the covers off of them, wanting to see Jay in the bright moonlight streaming in the window.
He noticed that Jay had very little body hair. Even his pubic hair was sparse and if Sam didn’t know better he would have thought that Jay shaved. Sam swallowed at the sight of his cock. It wasn’t especially large, but it was well shaped and graceful, matching perfectly the rest of Jay’s body.
Jay’s cock twitched and wept under Sam’s gentle touch; he was so afraid of hurting Jay. He cupped the younger man’s balls, rolling them in his hands, intently listening to the soft noises Jay made. Sam took a great deal of time just petting Jay the way he’d stroke Star’s ears: slow, soft, enjoying the feeling of warmth. He watched in fascination as clear fluid beaded at the very tip of Jay’s cock, gleaming in the light. Sam let his large hands drop back to fondle Jay's testicles and then nudged his legs apart slightly to tickle the soft skin just behind them.
A slow, feral smile spread across Sam’s face at Jay’s sharp cry. He tried to grasp his own cock again but Sam stopped him, holding his arms briefly. “No,” he whispered again into Jay’s ear. “You stay still, don’t touch yourself, don’t touch me.”
Jay sobbed, and for a moment Sam was worried, but then he realized he could reach out with his empathy to Jay. The younger man was frustrated to the point of tears, but not from pain. He was willing to continue, but he wanted to come and soon.
Sam paused just long enough to shuck off his own shorts and pull off his sleep shirt before stripping Jay as well and turning him gently onto his back. The Guardian just closed his eyes, whimpered, and knotted his hands in the bed sheets. Sam felt an almost overwhelming wave of affection as he watched Jay in the light of the almost full moon. Pale, vulnerable, sweating lightly, his cock glistening with pre come. He reached a hand out and touched Jay’s cheek, wanting him to see him.
His eyes fluttered open, pupils blown wide and lips swollen. Sam licked his own lips and then leaned in for a kiss, letting his tongue slide into Jay’s mouth, enjoying the slightly sweet taste and texture before pulling away. He carefully straddled Jay’s thighs, mindful of his bruises and sure not to put any weight on the slender body beneath him.
“Please,” Jay pleaded quietly, his hands straying back to his cock. Sam just shook his head and carefully grasped his arms. “No. Tonight you’re mine.” Understanding glimmered in Jay’s eyes as he just nodded and closed them again.
His hands explored Jay’s body more fully, stroking his hair and face. Sam leaned in and licked Jay’s neck, nibbling, nipping softly, noticing his skin was a bit rougher than the women he’d been with. He moved down slightly, letting his tongue and lips caress Jay’s chest until he reached his straining nipples again. Jay trembled slightly as Sam licked, then sucked, then nibbled lightly at the tender, pebbled flesh.
“Harder, please!” Sam loved the sound of Jay begging him. That meant he was in control, he was the one deciding what Jay felt, how he was touched. He looked down at Jay’s cock just in time to see a pearl of pre come at the tip of his cock swell and break into a rivulet down the side of his crown. Sam felt a throb through his own groin and pressed the heel of his hand at the base of his own cock to keep from coming. He wasn’t through with the trembling body beneath him.
Sam leaned in close to Jay’s ear and licked it before whispering “no.” He straightened up, towering over him and he softly touched the young Guardian’s cock again, stroking him with his fingertips, keeping him on edge. Jay was openly sobbing now as Sam gently pinched the tip of his cock, rubbing the sensitive skin between his fingers. There was pre come dribbling down both their cocks when Sam guiltily realized he was being border line sadistic with all of his soft touches. He was giving Jay just enough stimulation to keep him hard without the satisfaction of a firm stroke. Sam finally grasped Jay’s cock, giving him a couple of full strokes before stopping. Jay actually screamed in frustration, obviously not caring who heard.
With quick but deft movement, Sam lined up their cocks, taking them both in his two large hands before rubbing quick and hard against Jay. It didn’t take long before the younger man gave another strangled shout before coming all over his hands. The sight and feel of Jay’s hot and pearly come made Sam lose it. With a roar of his own he spurted until his hands were covered in their mingled come, making their cocks slippery with their hot essence for the last few strokes.
Sam stopped himself from collapsing into Jay, but just barely. He hovered over him, elbows braced on either side of Jay’s head. After he recovered somewhat he looked down to see Jay smiling widely and got the feeling that he was overjoyed. It took him a moment to realize that Jay’s wasn’t just happy he’d gotten laid. He was also thrilled that Sam trusted him enough to be intimate with him, that he could be intimate with anyone right now. With a smile of his own he kissed Jay before carefully moving off of him.
Sam used the shirt Jay was wearing to give each of them a quick wipe up. He turned on the bedside lamp to be sure there wasn’t a wet spot before throwing on some jeans.
Suddenly Star was there, and Sam blushed a little at the thought of screwing in front of his very young familiar. Star didn’t seem to mind, though. She was now intensely interested in the come all over Jay and he was trying to wave the kitten off. Sam couldn’t help but laugh as he swept his small familiar into one hand and held her against his bare chest.
“Stay put,” he ordered before leaving to get a warm, damp towel to finish cleaning Jay, taking the overly curious Star with him. In the hallway he saw Pascal sitting in a kitchen chair, obviously guarding them. He just gave Sam a nod of acknowledgment, but definitely looked embarrassed like he was trying to hide a wet spot on his crotch. Sam couldn’t help but smirk.
A little later, after they put their night clothes on, Sam curled back around Jay, he was glad to feel the younger man drift off into a relatively untroubled sleep. He examined his own emotions. He cared about Jay, maybe even could come to love him. But this wasn’t permanent, it wasn’t forever. Jay had given him something very precious and he would never forget this night. He snuggled the young Guardian a little closer, wondering when Dean would come in. Sam kissed the back of Jay’s neck, listening to him murmur to him, half asleep. This might not be forever, but Sam knew it was going to be for a while; they both had a lot to share and teach each other before the romantic part of their relationship changed into a deep friendship.
High pitched, anguished screams from downstairs quickly shocked both of them out of their doze. Jay shrieked himself and was heading for the door before Sam could stop him. Sam cursed, the young Guardian had to stop panicking before he got himself or someone else killed.
Chapter 25: Segmenting and Reuniting
Bonus: How Sam & Jay Didn't Have Sex
Summary: All the farm's residents get laid. Except for Vera. Poor Vera.
Rating/Warning: Mature (NC-17), Warnings for story overall. Swearing (most chapters). Rape and torture chapters have separate warnings. Character deaths (Ballad novels/OCs). Sex--both hetero and homosexual.
Disclaimer: We do not own the Supernatural or Ballad novel story elements.
Thanks to our dear jelliclefreak for the beta! Smoochies hon!
Death in Appalachia, Chapter 24: Truth and No Consequences
Summary: All the farm's residents get laid. Except for Vera. Poor Vera.
FROM: the-handsome-brother@halfmoonfarm.net
TO: Atana-Blackfox@writersmuse.com
SUBJECT: Your story, DIA
Hey Dude,
Come on give me a break, 23 chapters and I haven’t gotten laid yet? A guy’s gotta have fun; of course you’ve surrounded me with women old enough to be my mother or grandmother. Not only that but I haven’t been to a bar, had a drink or hustled pool in months. What the hell are you turning me into, a geeky emo boy like Sam? At least you gave me a cool cat. And I have to start upholding the law now? Next thing you know I’ll be respectable. Help! Someone save me!
Oh, and one more thing. If Sam starts brooding again I’ll tell Griffin to go shred your print out of the next chapter.
Dean
FROM: Atana-Blackfox@writersmuse.com
TO: the-handsome-brother@halfmoonfarm.net
SUBJECT: Re: Your story, DIA
Alright, alright, you get laid this chapter. Just don’t blame me for the consequences. As for hustling pool, I’m sure Spencer doesn’t want his shiny new deputy with mad Hunter skillz pissing off the local good ‘ole boys and getting shot before he finished his first week on duty. Oh, and you’re getting sick pay, so don’t bitch. Wait until you can get out to Clinton Highway in Anderson County. Believe me, you’ll fit in just fine and make more money than you know what to do with. If you want beer and a game of darts, go out with Atin to the Mockingbird Inn. The Gods know he could use a break too!
As for Sam, do you really think I have any control over him? I’m constantly afraid his huge ball of angst is going to eat Star.
atana_blackfox
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Sam lounged on the bed in his room, intently reading the copy of the laws that Will had given him. Jay was curled next to him, drowsing while watching the television that one of the Coms had brought up. LaShonda had given Jay some pills to take, and he’d calmed down as they took effect. Sam found his free hand wandering over Jay’s head and neck without him consciously thinking about it. Whatever Jay had taken must have lowered his inhibitions a bit; he occasionally made pleased noises in the back of his throat. The dark-haired Guardian’s body was warm and his hair surprisingly soft. Sam found himself wanting to let his hands wander over more of Jay, to explore him in a way he’d never explored another man’s body. That Jay was so vulnerable and pliant right now didn’t help. Sam bit his lip at the growing bulge in his jeans, hoping Jay didn’t notice. Sam was a little disturbed by his current attraction to Jay. Part of the reason he wanted so badly to strip him and touch every part of the younger man’s body was that he was so helpless right now. The bruises on Jay’s body didn’t do anything for him, but the fact that Sam would undoubtedly be in control and safe did.
Safe. Maybe that was it, he would be safe with Jay
The memories. He didn’t have nightmares about the demons and he didn’t find himself shying away from physical contact, but he remembered. He knew what had happened to him. Sam shuddered at the thought, causing Jay to look up. He just smiled and rubbed Jay’s neck a little, trying to get him to settle. The younger man’s head dropped back against Sam’s side after a moment.
Star looked up at him sleepily as well, her large blue eyes regarding him steadily for a moment before she yawned widely, giving him an eyeful of her mouth of tiny fangs. Sam was continually amazed that his small, cute familiar was really a mini-predator that wouldn’t show her prey any mercy. Maybe there was a lesson there.
Sam was still afraid of getting hurt, physically, empathically, mentally. Jay was injured, unable to defend himself and was no threat to him. Not that he thought that the man currently snuggling up to his side, making sleepy little noises would ever hurt him, but right now he could be sure. Having sex made you so open, so vulnerable; especially being psychic. Sam allowed one of his large hands to cradle the back of Jay’s skull for a moment, remembering how gently Jay had rubbed the back of his head during that first, slow kiss when Jay was trying to train him. The Guardian’s kiss and caress had been so sweet, so encouraging without being demanding. He’d allowed Sam to pull away from him with no rebuke, just understanding.
Jay would let him be in control with no protest. Sam needed that in a lover right now.
Sam glanced at the clock, disappointed to see that it was almost time for Jay to help heal Vera. He reluctantly gave Jay one more caress before withdrawing his hand and giving the book he was reading his full attention. The next section was about the laws governing the relationships between Orders and Lines, so Sam pored over it intently. He paused at one of the clauses. No, that couldn’t be correct. Sam went back to the beginning of the section and read it again, stifling a curse.
No wonder the Comacines had been so quick to kill Vera. All that would have happened if they were caught was that they would pay a fine. Just throw money at their colossal mistake and move on. That was why they’d been so careless, Mike had been so careless. They wouldn’t have to account for Vera’s death in any realistic way. The fine would only apply if the Kestersons were recognized as a Guardian Line.
He stared numbly at the book for a moment, reinforcing his shields, trying not to disturb Jay. It must have not worked very well because Jay was blinking at him again. Sam smiled at him. “Don’t worry about it; Dean’s pissy about something. Just rest; I’ll go see what’s up with him.” Jay just rubbed his head against his chest before Sam slid out of bed to head downstairs.
Sam held himself tightly as he stalked down the hall, restraining his fury. He stepped stealthily down the stairs, knowing who he wanted to corner. He briefly considered finding Dean, but decided that this was between him and Mike. The healer almost killed Vera to save him.
His quarry was eating a quiet dinner in the dining room; Pascal was refilling his glass with iced tea like a waiter in an expensive restaurant. Mike didn’t acknowledge the younger Comacine, but smiled when he saw Sam.
“Sam!” Mike sounded lighthearted, like he was greeting a favorite nephew. “Feeling better?”
He glared at Mike, knowing his scowl was as effective as his ‘puppy dog’ eyes. Pascal took one look at him, sized up the situation and dashed back into the kitchen as quickly as he could without spilling the pitcher of tea. "You were in charge last night. You ordered Vera killed." Sam was proud of the fact that his voice was level, but rather low in range.
The healer looked surprised; he put down his fork and pushed away the plate. Sam was savagely pleased to see him looking down at the table for a moment. “Yes, I did. It was a mistake.”
“That's a hell of a mistake.” Sam could feel his voice vibrating deep in his chest.
Mike finally looked up at him. “Yes, it was. We'll make up for it as best as we can.”
A shout finally fought itself free. “She looks like a corpse Mike! Why isn't she any better?”
The object of Sam’s fury took a deep breath. “Sam, why don't you sit down? Want anything from the kitchen?” Mike half turned in his seat to summon Pascal.
“No, I don’t have much of an appetite and don't change the subject.” Sam clenched his fists at his sides. “Why did you heal Dean and me but not Vera and Jay?
“You could have died last night, or been permanently scared or maimed.” The healer’s eyes begged for understanding. “Jay will recover with time. I didn't realize he was a booster when I healed you. I knew I didn't have enough to heal both of you, so I chose you. We still weren't sure if Vera was a Guardian or a necromancer.”
“I don't care about scars; I have plenty already.” Sam took a breath and tried to calm himself. He didn’t need to do any more damage to the house. Being telekinetic without much control was a bitch. “A necromancer?! You think Dean and I would hang out with a necromancer? We kill ghosts for a living, remember?”
“We didn't know Sam,” the healer pleaded with him, his dark eyes and tanned face taking on an expression of entreaty. Sam could tell his face didn’t often take that look. “We were afraid she was manipulating you somehow, especially with your abilities going rogue. You would have been easy prey for something like that. Someone who knew what they were doing could have you totally under their control. We see it far too often.”
“And Dean?” Sam asked belligerently. “He’s not psychic, and he's not easily fooled either.” Sam felt himself go blank for just a second and knew that Ben was helping him again. He could feel a little of the empath through the link. Ben was concerned but didn’t want to stop him from confronting Mike, still, Sam expected him to show up any moment. Until then, Mike was going to listen to him.
“We had to be sure you and Dean were safe.”
Sam shook his head. "You must think we have shit for brains. We were fighting demons yesterday, not revenants.”
“As I said Sam, we didn't know, and we didn't have much time to decide.” Mike sounded like he was becoming angry himself. “Vera Kesterson is hurt, but she'll recover.”
“I still don't see how you could have thought Vera was a necromancer who was controlling the demons. Just what do you people go after anyway?”
Mike seemed to be struggling for control himself. “We normally don't go after creatures at all. We deal with humans.”
"What do you mean?” Sam asked blankly, taken aback. Humans? There were plenty of supernatural creatures that needed destroying.
“We deal with rogue psychics, like you. Teach them; keep them from unintentionally hurting others. We also hunt down and detain psychics who misuse their abilities. Some we retrain, others we imprison, and a few we have to execute. We help known Hunter and Guardian Lines, give them aid when they need it and help new ones get established”
Sam barred his teeth and snarled, stepping back out of disgust. "You're assassins." He felt sick, exactly what were the Comacines?
“Sam,” Mike sounded tired now. “We very rarely ever have to execute anyone. I won't apologize for having to do it at times. We keep people safe. I know you would never abuse your ability, but what would you do if you found a very powerful psychic who used their abilities to harm and manipulate others?”
"You didn’t give Vera a chance, you just decided to kill her without even trying to find out the whole story. Who are you to play God?” Sam's voice raised angrily, his nostrils flaring.
“What if you couldn't help them?” Mike’s face was stiff again, and demanding. “What if they thought it was their right to use others however they wanted? That they were above other people because of their abilities? What would you do then?”
“I'm not here to debate my morals.” Sam said in a quiet, tense voice. “The fact is you tried and convicted Vera on no evidence whatsoever.”
“It was a mistake. We’re only human.” Mike sounded like he was only grudgingly admitting this.
“Why were you so eager to condemn Vera?” Sam insisted. “She saved my life twice in the past week.”
The healer actually looked regretful. “Several of our members were bound by a trap she set. We found evidence of blood magic in her ritual room. Jay ran from us on sight. You and Dean were missing, and there was a serial killer in the area. The murders started about the same time as she moved here. Then we found out you had moved in with her right before you disappeared. What were we supposed to think? We also knew Jay had been involved in stealing human remains.”
“Trap?” What the hell happened while the demons had him? He thought Dean had told him everything. “What are you talking about?”
“She set up magical traps in the library. We went there looking for her and some of us sprung them when we used our abilities. She bound some of our most powerful members without us even laying eyes on her. Now do you understand why we thought she was powerful enough to be controlling you?"
Sam frowned furiously, puzzling out Mike's answer. "Library? You mean her office? It has protections on it. You broke into her office and set off a trap?”
“Yes,” Mike hung his head, looking ashamed. “We couldn't find you or Vera, so we went there trying to get information on both of you, to see if she was hurting you.”
“You went to her office to get information on us?” Sam shook his head at their presumption and stupidity.
“What if she was about to sacrifice you? If we had saved you, would you be quibbling about a little breaking and entering? I know you and your brother have done more on less information.”
He snorted, "What did you possibly expect to find in a public library?” Sam shook his head. “A Human-Sacrifices for Dummies book?”
Mike’s voice was rising. “It was her office, not the stacks, Sam. You're amazingly naive for someone who was raised hunting.”
Sam was furious; the healer was speaking to him like he was a young child. “Just how much ‘field experience’ do you have Mike?” Sam had overheard the other Comacines quietly talking about how Mike should have never been in charge of this team.
The older man shot to his feet, glaring at Sam over the table. “I'm old enough to be your father and been with the Order since I was four. I've seen a lot of destructive psychics, necromancers, and black magicians - things you haven't dealt with!”
“How many black magicians have you personally taken down Mike?” Sam raged right back at him. “Seeing something and doing something are two different things.”
“I heal, Sam.” Mike’s face contorted. “I take care of the people that they leave behind, their victims. I’m the one who has to put them back together. I see their tortured faces after we take the bad guy down, I'm the one who sees their shattered lives and ruined bodies. You think just because I'm not in the field often I don't deal with these people? The field workers have the easy part - they swoop in, save the victims, destroy the bad guy and get the 'atta boys'. I get the hard part, seeing the wrecks they leave behind.”
“So you have no experience investigating black magicians, you have no experience finding them, tracking them, predicting their next move? You think all Dean and I do is run into a situation blind and shoot everything in sight? Field workers don't exactly have it easy either.” Sam’s volume was rising along with Mike’s. The conversation was spiraling into a full blown shouting match.
“Maybe, not, but I'm tired of the victims being forgotten while the field workers ride off into the sunset. And I don't think you'd be bitching at me if I had been right! I also don’t hear you bitching about being alive.”
“Assuming we live that long.” Sam’s eye was twitching, stung that Mike thought what he and his brother did was easy or didn't come with its own price. “I don't do this to be hailed the conquering hero either; most people haven't a clue what we’re doing.”
Atin stepped quietly into the room, "This ends now. Vera doesn't need to be getting anymore panicked than she already is."
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The second time Vera woke up there were more people in the room with her. She blinked at the ceiling for a few moments, trying to remember again when another strange face came into view. It was a warmer and friendlier face then the last stranger she saw. Mike? Was that the doctor’s name, the man she had seen earlier?
It was another man, dark skinned with deep brown eyes and loosely curly hair. His smile didn’t hold any of the strange, selfish and possessive pride Mike’s did. She felt his relief and joy at seeing her awake.
“Hey you,” he said softly, stroking her cheek. For some reason the warmth of his hand made her relax. Vera managed to smile a little at him.
“I’m Atin, I don’t know how much Dean was able to tell you, but you’re going to be fine. It will just take a while.”
For some reason she believed Atin where she doubted Mike. “Jay?” She hated the way her voice rasped.
The face above her smiled. “He’s a little beat up after last night, but he’s up and around. He’ll be here to see you soon.”
Vera blinked, confused. Did Dean tell her the same thing? Was the last time she woke up real? “Sam, Dean, are they…”
Atin quickly interrupted her, but Vera didn’t mind, she was still so tired. “They’re both alive. Sam’s been healed.”
“That doctor?” The priestess felt a vague wave of annoyance from him.
The feeling quickly passed. “Yes, that was Mike Jensen. He’s a doctor and a healer; he and Jay will be here soon to do a healing session.”
She tried to look past Atin and out the door as she heard familiar footsteps in the hall.
"Vera awake?” That was Dean, praise the Gods. He still sounded cocky and aggressive. “I brought Jay to see her.”
Her breath caught in her throat and Atin touched her neck, concern written across his face.
“Jay?” She was proud of how strong her voice sounded for a moment. Her nephew was still alive. Jay, oh, thank the Lord and Lady…
Suddenly another face was above her, but it took a second to recognize him. "I'm here Aunt Vera."
How had Jay gotten so hurt? He was bruised, swollen, his lip split in two places, his wrists were ringed in bruises and scrapes. He held himself strangely. What had happened to him?
She tried to get up, to sit up and hold him, forgetting that she couldn’t.
“Vera, Vera!” Atin’s voice was stern, calling her attention back to him. “Look at me, stay still, Jay can come to you.” She blinked a few moments; it felt like she’d lost a few seconds.
The priestess turned her attention back to Jay; she’d figure it out later.
“Jay,” she didn’t try to hide how her voce cracked. “You’re okay?”
Her nephew gave her a patently false smile, "I'm fine Aunt Vera, as you can see. How are you feeling?”
She thought about that for a moment. “Strange. All these strangers here; no one's told me who they are.” She rolled her eyes to Atin in an unspoken question.
Atin responded. “Don't worry about that right now, just see your son -- your nephew.”
She saw Jay shake his head like he did when he was disgusted with someone. "Never mind them Aunt Vera, do you remember what happened?"
“Yes - the ritual last night. Demons, people shooting at us. What happened?” Her anxiety was mounting again. “Why won't anyone tell me?” Vera suddenly realized that Jay was trying to distract her, lead her thoughts away from something. Brat. Her voice dropped to a whisper, trying to get Jay to understand. “Who are all these people? Why won't Dean tell me anything? What’s wrong?”
She blanked out again for a few seconds and suddenly she could see Dean, too. "They’re like Guardians Vera, only they guard psychics instead of a territory."
Footsteps, and then another vaguely familiar voice. “Ready Jay?” Oh, it was Mike; his voice sounded very tight and clipped.
Suddenly she felt herself slipping away. She struggled against the drugs but lost in the end.
As Atin watched Mike and Jay begin to work on Vera, he wondered if it was possible to fall in love with someone who was spending most of her time unconscious.
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Dean rubbed his face wearily. He had tried to keep Vera calm; she knew they weren’t telling her the whole truth and that was making her anxious. Seeing Jay briefly before Mike healed her only made her mental state worse. The young Guardian looked like hell and of course she was demanding to know what happened. Dean had to interrupt before Jay blurted out the whole, unvarnished truth of the situation. Even flat on her back, unable to move and her psychic abilities haywire, Vera was still a pain in the ass.
Then Ruby and Maryanne Wyler, Kathy’s cousin and younger sister, showed up on the doorstep, shotguns in hand, demanding to see him. Zip came and got him, apparently thinking the young women wanted to thank him for rescuing Kathy. No such luck. They were distantly related to Old Rattler and one of their common ancestors had been a circuit preacher and Hunter. After asking them a few questions he had to admit he was a little impressed. Apparently they had reputations as a couple of hell raisers. Ruby was 21 and slightly psychic; and he thought Maryanne, who was 17, might be a ground. Dean decided it would be easier to just train the two of them and make them part of his team rather than tripping over them all the time because they weren’t going to take no for an answer. God knew he could use another ground around here.
So Dean put them to work, salting all the doors and windows, which they did cheerfully and without argument. Now if Jay would just follow orders as well. Dean had to stop himself; that wasn’t fair. Ruby and Maryanne hadn’t been through everything Jay had. The young women finished up the task and left for the evening. Maryanne told him her parents wanted to see him soon, which left Dean feeling uneasy. He wasn’t used to hanging around the scene of the crime after he was through with a job.
Any doubts he had about Ruby and Maryanne disappeared when Atin gave him a lecture on accepting new members so quickly. Atin had caught Ruby making out with Pascal in the ritual room less than an hour after she joined. Atin told him that Ruby had been absolutely shameless, not bothering to hide what they were doing and took her time adjusting her clothes. She then chewed Atin out about rudely interrupting them and made it clear she and Pascal were going to be an item and she didn’t give a damn what he thought.
Dean had to grin. Sounds like the Wyler women were going to fit in just fine.
Now, was it 10 o'clock yet?
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Pascal felt like things were beginning to turn around for him this evening. He met Ruby. He remembered her, or one of her ancestors. It was hard to tell. He had such strong memories of his past life as Jonas Bonesteel; he seemed to know many of the locals. When Ruby showed him her ‘fairy cross’; Pascal had another confusing welter of memories and visions. He’d found the fairy stone himself, set it in gold and gave it to her as a pendant…No, wait, Jonas had found it and given it to her…That wasn’t right either. Jonas had given it to Sarah Douger. That was it.
Then none of it mattered anymore when Ruby pushed him up against a wall.
He kicked himself when Atin came in and caught the two of them. It had been awhile since he’d seen any action other then his hand. He winced when Ruby bitched Atin out for ‘disturbing’ them.
After Ruby left, Atin had forbidden him to date that woman. So much for any fun on this mission. He wondered why the field-promoted team leader had come looking for him and wanted to speak to him privately. He knew they had been considering his punishment. His nerves were frayed and he tried to clamp down on his shields. He guessed he wasn't doing a very good job of it since Atin gave him a sympathetic look before he spoke.
"Well, this went all the way up to Mistress Tudor. First, you're being demoted and transferred to my new team."
Pascal's first reaction was relief. He didn't care about the loss in pay; he knew he'd get fairer treatment from Atin than from Greg. "Yes sir."
"Secondly," Atin continued, looking like he didn't really agree with the punishment, but he had his orders, "you are on probation for five years. No marriage, no children."
Pascal blinked; a little stunned. "Yes sir," he said automatically. He wasn't dating anyone seriously and now with his standing with the Order at an all time low it wasn't as if he was going to be getting any dates anytime soon either. People in the Order had long memories, he'd be lucky to get a date twenty years from now let alone five. The only woman who expressed any interest in him--Ruby--he was forbidden to date. For a reckless moment he thought about throwing himself in front of a bullet the next opportunity he had.
"Also," Atin continued, "you're spending the next year as Jay Kesterson's servant."
That derailed Pascal's grim thoughts. Was this the Order's way of making things up to Jay? As if. "As you wish sir," he replied, "Shall I have my things shipped here?"
"I need to talk to Jay and Dean first. They will let you know how much of your stuff you can have brought here." Atin smiled encouragingly, "You'll be going to Hawaii and the Conclave with Jay, of course."
Pascal's eyes widened, being a junior member he wasn't on the roster to go the Conclave. He had been there as a child with his parents of course, but that had been a while ago. "Yes sir. Was that everything sir?"
Atin actually winked at him, "Last of all, somewhere in all that paperwork you accidentally ended up with a raise." He rolled his eyes, "don't tell Mike. Or anyone else for that matter."
Pascal was shocked, he wasn't expecting a raise. "My lips are sealed sir." He wondered how Jay will be as his "master" for the next year. "Do you want me to talk to Jay? Or are you telling him, sir?"
"Let me talk to Dean first. Just let Jay think you're his guard for now."
:::
The light from the nearly full moon was streaming in the windows of the carriage house. It was bright enough to see Cheryl leaning up against the Impala. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts with an ankle holster. Dean was surprised at how much her ankle holster turned him on. He raised his eyebrows a little. "What's with the gun?"
Cheryl's dark-blue eyes glittered in the moonlight. "I may be off duty but I still have a responsibility to protect the Hunt leader."
Dean leaned to nibble Cheryl's ear, "I never had a bodyguard before."
"You haven't had me...yet," her voice was eager and suggestive. Dean was surprised at how willing and excited she already was.
Cheryl couldn't help but notice how amazingly hot this rugged Hunter was. She knew he wouldn’t have any unrealistic expectations with his reputation for ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em. After everything that had happened in the past few days they both could use a little tension relief, and Cheryl had made it a personal rule not to sleep with any of her team mates. It made things too complicated. She discovered that the hard way. She had broken off her engagement to Billy Ray almost two years ago. It was awkward seeing him again. She knew Dean was a womanizer but that was exactly what she wanted. No ties, no commitments.
Opening the back door she slid across the leather seat, leaning against the opposite door. "Let's get more comfortable. You need to get off that ankle."
Dean was amazingly turned on; it had been far too long since he’d gotten laid. He followed her into the car quickly shutting the door behind him.
Cheryl reached for the hem of her t-shirt stripping it off quickly. Dean's eyes were eating her alive. He reached for the clasp of her front-closing bra and snapped it open with a practiced twist. His hands fondled her breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples into stiff nubs before pinching them lightly. His gaze flickered from her breast to her face, checking her reactions as he bit his lower lip.
It had been far too long, Cheryl could feel her groin tighten and the wetness was flowing already. Impatient, she pulled back to unzip her shorts, pulling away from Dean’s caressing hands. She was breathing harshly and it sounded far too loud in the Impala’s back seat.
Dean was surprised when she moved away so suddenly, wondering if she changed her mind. But when he saw how eagerly she was stripping off her shorts, his body started responding to the sight of a topless woman flushed with excitement. This girl was in awesome shape, all muscle and hot for him. He hurriedly took out the condom from his pocket. He always kept a box at the bottom of his duffle bag.
Cheryl was already naked while Dean fumbled with extracting the condom from its wrapper. This would never do, he was still dressed. Damn, he was out of practice. Cheryl popped open the button on his jeans and unzipped him. Finally Dean got with the program and shimmied his ass helpfully while she stripped the pants and boxers down to his knees, effectively trapping his legs.
Dean loved the sight of a naked woman kneeling on his back seat. There was enough light to enjoy the view and he didn't know where to touch, lick, kiss, nibble or suck first. Her breasts were large, but firm and pert and he never knew thigh muscles could be so erotic. Dean let his hands find her breasts again for a moment before ghosting down her taunt stomach to massage her thighs.
Cheryl smiled, Dean was well endowed and she leaned over to lick the trail of moisture leaking from the tip. She’d forgotten how good it could taste. Dean groaned, his hands caressing her hair in encouragement. Dean couldn’t believe he had a woman going down on him so willingly in the back of the Impala.
She took his length in her mouth and his head flopped back, "Cheryl," he grunted, his hands tangling in her long hair. Dean struggled not to buck into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue was swirling around the head of his cock as she sucked gently, occasionally teasing him with a scrape of teeth. Dean grabbed the base of his cock. The last thing he wanted to do was come before he got her off. She stopped, seeing he was getting close, and expertly rolled the condom on.
She regarded his ankle for a moment, and then said, "It might be easier if we did it this way."
In one quick move, she straddled and then impaled herself on him. She was so wet; he was buried in her with the first thrust. Dean grabbed the base of his cock again just in time as his eyes almost rolled back into his head. He moaned deep in his chest. Damn, she was so tight it almost hurt, the walls of her vagina clenching around him. He wondered for a brief moment if Cheryl was a virgin. No, she was too familiar with a condom. It must have been a long time since she’d gotten laid too.
Cheryl placed one hand on each side of Dean's head gripping the back of the seat. Then she began riding him. The pace was slow at first as they explored each other's bodies with their hands and lips. Dean reached around her and gripped her ass for a moment before letting his hands drift back around to her hips. He ducked his head slightly and leaned forward to nuzzle her breast. He was rewarded with a loud groan from Cheryl. Dean then pressed the heel of his hand against her mound, giving her sensitive clit more stimulation. As much as Dean wanted to grab her hips and slam into her, he couldn’t. He couldn’t brace both feet on the floor board to thrust up into her because of his throbbing ankle. Dean was trapped under Cheryl as she rode him.
Cheryl quickly realized she had basically captured Dean under her. She gripped his shoulders tightly, feeling empowered as she fucked him passionately. His groans, grunts and sighs under her were so hot. She realized that Dean was offering her something special. No other man had ever let her be the dominate one. Cheryl recognized that Dean was a generous and confident lover. She looked deeply into his lust-darkened eyes as he licked his swollen lips. He tilted his head back, exposing his throat to her. Cheryl took the invitation and leaned in to nip and suck his throat and shoulder, leaving small marks. Then she bit and sucked a spot just under his right collar bone, marking him and giving him a memory of her temporary ownership.
The temperature in the car seemed to have soared. Her skin was hot and smooth under his touch, slick with a fine sheen of sweat. The back windows were steaming over. The fact that this amazingly strong woman was fucking him was turning into one of the best quickie fucks he’d ever had. Dean had never been with a woman this sexually aggressive before. It was fucking amazing. He wished he could draw this out, but it had been too long, he was close to the edge and if the heat and wetness of her pussy was any indication, so was she.
"Dean," she hissed through clenched teeth, rocking through her climax. She squeezed him so tightly it triggered Dean's own orgasm. They shuddered against each other, causing Cheryl to scream as a second orgasm quickly followed her first. For a moment Dean clung to her, the sweat of their bodies mingling as she lightly scratched his back before pulling away.
Carefully, Dean reached down to hold the base of the rubber while Cheryl moved off him. She didn't rush to get dressed immediately which Dean appreciated. "So, am I forgiven?" she smiled sweetly.
Dean realized they had never even kissed each other on the mouth. Everything had happened so quickly. He pulled her into his embrace and kissed her slowly enjoying the taste of her. She moaned into the kiss like she couldn't get enough.
Finally he broke away, "I may need more convincing later." He could no more stop the smirk on his face then he could keep Sam from being a geek-boy.
Her gaze was direct as she licked her lips. "Then I'll have to try harder next time." She dressed as quickly as she had removed her clothes before, then she began helping him get dressed. "What?" she said to his surprised look, "I'm your bodyguard remember? You are still unarmed; I'll talk to Atin about that. I'll see you safely into the house." Dean grinned; this was a first, a woman walking him home.
A flash of movement put them both on alert, but soon a white shape emerged from under the front seat. Griffin. Dean let out a breath and Cheryl relaxed putting the gun back into her ankle holster.
Griffin's eyes were glowing brightly as he jumped into Dean's lap; he looked quite pleased with himself, like he was the one who gotten laid. His purrs inside the car sounded louder than normal. "Glad you approve," Dean said stroking the soft fur. Cheryl laughed. Dean decided he liked the sound and wanted to make her laugh more often. Damn, where the hell did that come from?
Griffin rubbed his head against Cheryl's hand. She had saved the priestess's life with her time bending. He knew she took her responsibilities seriously and would protect his human with her life. He was content with his human's choice. It had been a successful mating.
:::
Ravenmocker grinned evilly, a strange sight for a Being of Light. Then again, Ravenmocker had always been a law unto himself. The Thrones never rebuked him, so he saw no reason to change his ways. He watched gleefully as Dean and Cheryl enjoyed one another. There was a soul ready, waiting and willing to be born to the two of them.
For once the Comacines were making things easy for him. The Comacine team leader had sabotaged all of Dean's condoms and the Healer was going to force a conception. Soon, the next generation of the Winchester line would be born. He spared a brief moment of concern for Cheryl, she was just as much a pawn in this as Dean, but he would protect her as well as he could.
The Principality knew Sam eventually wanted a family, and Jay’s future wife was right under his nose, he just had to wait for her to grow up.
It was only natural that Ravenmocker would be so concerned with the procreation of the Winchester, Kesterson and Stargill lines. He was a Principality, after all. The more Guardians and Hunters in his region, the easier it made his job.
:::
Sam spooned Jay protectively; feeling daring. He let his arm curl around Jay’s chest, careful of his bruises and sore muscles. He wondered when Jay might feel up to a little more physical affection. Damn, how could he be so horny after everything that happened?
Suddenly he knew what Dean was doing; one of the Comacine women? Sam had a sudden flash of the Impala’s back seat. His brother and that damned car.
The problem was Dean’s state of mind certainly wasn’t helping. Between his own desire and what he was feeling from his brother, Sam had a growing hard on that he needed to do something about.
He bit his lip and let his hands drift over Jay’s chest, reaching under his flimsy t-shirt, his fingers instinctively going to his nipples. Sam let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as Jay slowly came awake and moaned. Sam ghosted feather light touches over hardened nipples and Jay whimpered deep in his throat.
“Harder,” Jay begged. Sam could feel him shifting slightly to reach a hand down his shorts.
Sam laid a firm hand on Jay’s arm. “No.” Sam was a little surprised at how level his voice was. “Stay still.” He pushed Jay’s underwear down to his knees and slowly traced his hands up his thighs and to his rapidly swelling cock. Sam flung the covers off of them, wanting to see Jay in the bright moonlight streaming in the window.
He noticed that Jay had very little body hair. Even his pubic hair was sparse and if Sam didn’t know better he would have thought that Jay shaved. Sam swallowed at the sight of his cock. It wasn’t especially large, but it was well shaped and graceful, matching perfectly the rest of Jay’s body.
Jay’s cock twitched and wept under Sam’s gentle touch; he was so afraid of hurting Jay. He cupped the younger man’s balls, rolling them in his hands, intently listening to the soft noises Jay made. Sam took a great deal of time just petting Jay the way he’d stroke Star’s ears: slow, soft, enjoying the feeling of warmth. He watched in fascination as clear fluid beaded at the very tip of Jay’s cock, gleaming in the light. Sam let his large hands drop back to fondle Jay's testicles and then nudged his legs apart slightly to tickle the soft skin just behind them.
A slow, feral smile spread across Sam’s face at Jay’s sharp cry. He tried to grasp his own cock again but Sam stopped him, holding his arms briefly. “No,” he whispered again into Jay’s ear. “You stay still, don’t touch yourself, don’t touch me.”
Jay sobbed, and for a moment Sam was worried, but then he realized he could reach out with his empathy to Jay. The younger man was frustrated to the point of tears, but not from pain. He was willing to continue, but he wanted to come and soon.
Sam paused just long enough to shuck off his own shorts and pull off his sleep shirt before stripping Jay as well and turning him gently onto his back. The Guardian just closed his eyes, whimpered, and knotted his hands in the bed sheets. Sam felt an almost overwhelming wave of affection as he watched Jay in the light of the almost full moon. Pale, vulnerable, sweating lightly, his cock glistening with pre come. He reached a hand out and touched Jay’s cheek, wanting him to see him.
His eyes fluttered open, pupils blown wide and lips swollen. Sam licked his own lips and then leaned in for a kiss, letting his tongue slide into Jay’s mouth, enjoying the slightly sweet taste and texture before pulling away. He carefully straddled Jay’s thighs, mindful of his bruises and sure not to put any weight on the slender body beneath him.
“Please,” Jay pleaded quietly, his hands straying back to his cock. Sam just shook his head and carefully grasped his arms. “No. Tonight you’re mine.” Understanding glimmered in Jay’s eyes as he just nodded and closed them again.
His hands explored Jay’s body more fully, stroking his hair and face. Sam leaned in and licked Jay’s neck, nibbling, nipping softly, noticing his skin was a bit rougher than the women he’d been with. He moved down slightly, letting his tongue and lips caress Jay’s chest until he reached his straining nipples again. Jay trembled slightly as Sam licked, then sucked, then nibbled lightly at the tender, pebbled flesh.
“Harder, please!” Sam loved the sound of Jay begging him. That meant he was in control, he was the one deciding what Jay felt, how he was touched. He looked down at Jay’s cock just in time to see a pearl of pre come at the tip of his cock swell and break into a rivulet down the side of his crown. Sam felt a throb through his own groin and pressed the heel of his hand at the base of his own cock to keep from coming. He wasn’t through with the trembling body beneath him.
Sam leaned in close to Jay’s ear and licked it before whispering “no.” He straightened up, towering over him and he softly touched the young Guardian’s cock again, stroking him with his fingertips, keeping him on edge. Jay was openly sobbing now as Sam gently pinched the tip of his cock, rubbing the sensitive skin between his fingers. There was pre come dribbling down both their cocks when Sam guiltily realized he was being border line sadistic with all of his soft touches. He was giving Jay just enough stimulation to keep him hard without the satisfaction of a firm stroke. Sam finally grasped Jay’s cock, giving him a couple of full strokes before stopping. Jay actually screamed in frustration, obviously not caring who heard.
With quick but deft movement, Sam lined up their cocks, taking them both in his two large hands before rubbing quick and hard against Jay. It didn’t take long before the younger man gave another strangled shout before coming all over his hands. The sight and feel of Jay’s hot and pearly come made Sam lose it. With a roar of his own he spurted until his hands were covered in their mingled come, making their cocks slippery with their hot essence for the last few strokes.
Sam stopped himself from collapsing into Jay, but just barely. He hovered over him, elbows braced on either side of Jay’s head. After he recovered somewhat he looked down to see Jay smiling widely and got the feeling that he was overjoyed. It took him a moment to realize that Jay’s wasn’t just happy he’d gotten laid. He was also thrilled that Sam trusted him enough to be intimate with him, that he could be intimate with anyone right now. With a smile of his own he kissed Jay before carefully moving off of him.
Sam used the shirt Jay was wearing to give each of them a quick wipe up. He turned on the bedside lamp to be sure there wasn’t a wet spot before throwing on some jeans.
Suddenly Star was there, and Sam blushed a little at the thought of screwing in front of his very young familiar. Star didn’t seem to mind, though. She was now intensely interested in the come all over Jay and he was trying to wave the kitten off. Sam couldn’t help but laugh as he swept his small familiar into one hand and held her against his bare chest.
“Stay put,” he ordered before leaving to get a warm, damp towel to finish cleaning Jay, taking the overly curious Star with him. In the hallway he saw Pascal sitting in a kitchen chair, obviously guarding them. He just gave Sam a nod of acknowledgment, but definitely looked embarrassed like he was trying to hide a wet spot on his crotch. Sam couldn’t help but smirk.
A little later, after they put their night clothes on, Sam curled back around Jay, he was glad to feel the younger man drift off into a relatively untroubled sleep. He examined his own emotions. He cared about Jay, maybe even could come to love him. But this wasn’t permanent, it wasn’t forever. Jay had given him something very precious and he would never forget this night. He snuggled the young Guardian a little closer, wondering when Dean would come in. Sam kissed the back of Jay’s neck, listening to him murmur to him, half asleep. This might not be forever, but Sam knew it was going to be for a while; they both had a lot to share and teach each other before the romantic part of their relationship changed into a deep friendship.
High pitched, anguished screams from downstairs quickly shocked both of them out of their doze. Jay shrieked himself and was heading for the door before Sam could stop him. Sam cursed, the young Guardian had to stop panicking before he got himself or someone else killed.
Chapter 25: Segmenting and Reuniting
Bonus: How Sam & Jay Didn't Have Sex