The Seduction of Scott, Part 13, Supernatural, Keeper, R
Title: The Seduction of Scott, Part 13
Characters: Sam/Dean, Dana, Scott Wu (OMC), Erin (friend)
Rating: R (established wincest relationship - for language & implied situation, nothing explicit)
Word Count: 3600
Disclaimer: Not mine - just playing.
Summary: Written by M.
The continuation of the romance of Dana Winchester & Scott Wu - slowly heading to the prom.
This chapter jumps to the Monday after Friday's track victory celebration (that went all wrong.) Everybody's got problems - hard to judge whose are the worst.
She sat on the cement wall, swinging her legs, waiting for Erin to join her.
Dana concentrated on the ‘news’ of Friday night’s barbeque gone awry, plucking thoughts out of her classmates’ minds. First, she learned that Kevin had been fired (fine by her). Second, at least two girls had been drugged, maybe more (yeah, her, but she wasn’t telling). Next, when the cops arrived they found Kevin on top of some female minor on the picnic bench, hand up her blouse and drugs in his pocket (caught red-handed, hahaha).
No one had any thoughts of random flying objects at the party. A small part of the knot in her stomach unclenched.
Erin walked up and tapped her shoulder. Dana jumped, too focused on eavesdropping. She collected herself instantly.
“Hi E, how ya feelin’?”
Erin rolled her eyes. She looked as stunning as ever, brown hair shiny, pulled up off her face in a pretty hummingbird pin, color-coordinated pant outfit and to-die-for green and purple ballet flats. She plopped herself down on the wall next to Dana and launched into it, a mile a minute.
“My parents yelled at me all day Saturday and my head was killing me. Then, someone called Sunday to fill them in on Kevin drugging the girls. I totally went with it. Told them how he gave me a soda - then everything was fuzzy after that.”
“Did he?” Dana managed to ask when Erin stopped for a breath.
“Hell no. I drank about a half a bottle of tequila.” Erin bounced her legs. “I never even saw Kevin. But, shit, it got me out of hot water. So works for me.”
Dana forced a laugh. Erin’s preoccupation with her own situation worked out just fine for her. Dana was not interested in sharing her Friday experience and was happy to ignore her misadventure.
“Sam found me, uh, with Troy.” It came out tentatively. Erin looked more than a bit mortified.
Dana half-smiled. “He didn’t say anything and it isn’t anything he hasn’t seen before,” she added for reassurance.
“You mean Sam’s done girls?” Erin made a face.
“Yes Erin,” Dana replied as if talking to a ten year old. “And it’s none of your business in any way, shape or form.”
Erin got the clear message of ‘don’t pry about my dads’ and switched topics right back to sharing about her evening.
“You know I hate Troy. How could you let me go off with him?”
“W-w-what?” Dana got wide-eyed. “How is that my fault and how was I supposed to stop you?”
“Knock me down and tie me up. Duh. You’re strong.” Erin paused a second then kept right on with it, “Thank god your dads got there in time. The thought of his dick in me makes me want to hurl. And it was close, at least I think it was. If I remember right, it’s kinda small.”
Now, Dana laughed in earnest, loud and long. She felt the relief that comes from an honest, big, gut laugh. Dana shook her head at the thought of Troy’s big macho swaggering self being under-endowed.
“So, did you and Scott end up drunk and in the bushes doing the nasty?” Erin put her hands on her hips and leaned in to hear Dana’s answer.
“No, not exactly. Scott was pretty drunk and I wasn’t,” her voice trailed off, not knowing what to say.
“Face it Dana. You’re a good girl. Oh, you’re tough and stuff and capable of big trouble but you want this romantic first time, huh? Soft lights, flowers, candles, music, lots of foreplay?”
Dana blushed, neck to forehead and lowered her eyes.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Erin swung her purse and pulled it up onto her shoulder. “It’s sweet. Strange but sweet. There’s a lot to be said for getting it on in the back seat of a car too.”
Erin scrunched her face. “Not with Troy though.”
“He hasn’t called,” Dana admitted softly.
“Troy hasn’t called you?” Erin was so dense sometimes, too much time spent shoe shopping or something, rots the brain cells.
“Scott. Scott didn’t call me.”
“Did you fight?” Erin instantly transformed into concerned friend mode, leaned close to Dana.
“No, well sorta. I dunno. I was mad, kinda. And pushed him away a little. I dunno.” Dana hated that she sounded so damn girly.
“Why didn’t you call him?”
That got Dana’s hackles up, snapped her right out of girly mode. “Why? I wasn’t drunk and insisting I could drive.”
“So, you are mad at him. I wouldn’t call you when you’re mad either, you can be scary. Not to mention all three of your guys descending like the cavalry. He’s probably scared to fucking death.”
Dana rushed to defend. “My dads aren’t upset.” She qualified, “Well, Papa might be a little not happy.”
Dana looked at her watch. “Come on. We have to get to AP Calculus.”
Dana and Erin set off for the math building. Dana felt some relief rush over her. Erin hadn’t mentioned any flying objects. Of course, Erin had been off in the bushes with yucky Troy. But, none of the minds she touched had been suspicious either, only focused on the Kevin gossip. Maybe it had remained unnoticed?
Sam felt Dean walk into the room.
Standing and staring out the window, back to Dean, he asked, “Why are you back home?”
“Why are you brooding?”
Sam turned and saw Dean standing in the middle of the bedroom, hands on hips, head cocked to the side, waiting for an answer.
Sam didn’t respond. Just stared blankly across the room.
Dean waited a minute. They just looked at each other. Dean broke first and launched into it. “So, Friday night - you were stuffing your face with nachos, staring at my ass and thinking insanely filthy thoughts. Dana calls and since then you’re locked down like Fort Knox.”
Sam inhaled, considered his reply, went with casual. “It’s nothing. I’m fine. Just worried about her.”
“Bullshit. She’s worried about a boy. Pretty common seventeen year old stuff.”
Sam snapped, “She is worried that her classmates saw her make things fly around.” Sam’s anger flared, casual went flying out the window; he fought the urge to punch something, knowing he was being wrong and unreasonable .
Dean ran his tongue over his lips and slowly shook his head. “Nah. That isn’t it. Those kids were fucked up. You know there’s no way they remember much at all, much less put it together and tie it to Dana.”
“What about Kevin? He drugged her for god’s sake.” Sam struggled against the roiling in his belly, choking down his rage.
“You want me to believe you’re worried about Kevin?” Dean rolled his eyes, slow and exaggerated. “We both know full well that Dad took care of him Saturday morning, probably had the body buried by noon.”
Dean took a step toward Sam. Sam held up an arm in front of himself to halt Dean’s forward motion. “Wait. You think Dad b-b-buried him?” Sam heard horror in his own voice.
Dean shrugged his shoulders. “You’re right. Unlikely he buried him, probably just dumped the body in a dumpster. Wouldn’t want to waste time digging a hole.”
Sam burbled, “W-W-What?”
Dean waved his hands to chase away the question. “Not why I came home. Wanna get laid.”
“W-W-What?” Sam stammered a second time. After a second, he managed, “How do you jump from discussing murder to sex?” Sam’s jaw was hanging in disbelief.
“It’s a skill. Horny Sammy. Come on.” Dean pointed to the bed and arched an eyebrow.
“You’re a pig. Not interested.”
Dean spoke softly, not quite a growl.
“Sam. We both know if I close these two feet between us and grab your dick, it’s hard. We both know it. Don’t play hard to get.” Dean paused, pulled off his shirt. “You can tie me up and top.”
“Fuck.” Sam took a step and reached his long arm and grabbed Dean’s hip. Pulled him close, pinned his arms to his sides, took a deep inhale of Dean. “You’re a slut.”
“Me? I’m not the one rubbing his hard cock against my hip.” Dean turned his head up to look at Sam’s face. Sam shoved at him in response, pushing him down onto the bed. “Get naked, now,” Sam demanded, reaching for the drawer with the rope.
Dean reached for his zipper. “Okey dokey.”
It was lunch before she saw him.
She entered the quad, Erin on her right side, her wing woman. Dana scanned for an empty table when her eyes fell on him sitting at the second to the last table on the far right, hair hanging down covering his eyes, book in his hand.
Dana set her jaw and marched across to him, Erin trailing a half-step behind.
She wanted to scan him. Desperately wanted to scan him to see what he knew or suspected. But she had sworn to herself she wouldn’t do it, ever. She resisted but it was damn tough.
She glided her body down next to him. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and looked sideways at her. “Hi,” he said softly.
Erin went to sit down too but looked at them and changed her mind. “Ah, I’ll get us lunch Dana. Want anything Scott?”
Scott shook his head ‘No’ and Erin headed off.
“I’m so sorry,“ Scott started and then paused. He lifted his chin and looked her directly in the eyes. “So sorry Dana. I was so dumb. Please don’t be mad.”
“Not mad,” she managed. She was enraptured with his brown eyes, so soft and tender and sincere.
“Are you okay?”
She didn’t know to what he was referring. It could mean: Are you in trouble? Did you get hurt? Are we okay? Or, it could mean, why can you move things with your mind? While she searched for an appropriately non-committal response, he flat out quietly asked, “Did Kevin drug you?”
She flinched, giving it away. Best to go with the truth now. “Yes, but I’m not saying anything. My dads know. He’s fired already and was caught with the drugs and on top of a girl. They don’t need me. Please just don’t say anything. Please Scott. Erin doesn’t even know.”
“I won’t say a word Dana.” Scott bit his lip and leaned toward her ear, asking very quietly, “Did he touch you?”
She laughed in spite of herself. “Kevin would be dead if he had. You have met my grandfather and my dads, right?” She decided not to mention that she was a tad worried that Kevin was dead or at least pretty beat up anyway.
“Your dads totally saved us. I am so grateful, even if I didn’t deserve it. If the cops had brought me home, my parents would have disowned me or worse. It was bad enough this weekend without that.”
She smiled. He wasn’t mad. He was grateful and sorry and sweet.
He touched her cheek with his thumb, stroked it.
“I’m never drinking tequila again. I swear I was so trashed that I saw stuff flying around. The garbage can was flying and rocks too. No one ever told me that tequila can cause hallucinations.”
Dana managed not to flinch. She consciously relaxed her body posture and leaned in to listen more carefully.
“Can I come over after school to apologize to Dean and Sam? I really want to.” She nodded her reply.
He put his arm around her and kissed her cheek. “I gotta ask.” He tensed. “How badly is your grandfather gonna kick my ass?” She chose not to reply, just shrugged slightly. Let him be afraid of Papa; it was character building.
She turned her lips to his. He kissed her. He tasted like sunshine, warm and uplifting.
Someone plopped down next to him and cleared her throat. “Ah, young love. So nice,” she said, dripping with sarcasm.
Scott and Dana pulled apart, smiled and then leaned in for one more kiss.
Dana turned and pulled her lunch in to her, suddenly starving. He didn’t suspect a thing. She tingled all over.
Sam was looking up at the ceiling, eyes unfocused, reveling in the buzz from his orgasm. Nothing did it for him like a little dominance in the morning. After he had tied Dean to the bedpost, Dean had assumed a completely submissive position. Sam had lost it, took out his pent-up anxiety on Dean. He hoped that his brother would be able to walk sometime today.
Sam felt the weight of Dean’s head on his shoulder and knew his brother was carefully watching his expression. Sam absently caressed Dean’s red wrists. They laid there in silence, breathing in synch. Sam was trying to think of an appropriate way of saying Um, can you walk? Sorry I took it out on you, when his thoughts were interrupted with, “Why didn’t you just say that being seventeen sucked for you and all this is just bringing some of it to the surface?”
Sam’s post-sex buzz evaporated instantly. “You fucking seduced me to get into my head? How the fuck could you? You fuck.” Sam pushed Dean away. Dean wasn’t allowing it; he clung to Sam, not letting him move.
“I could have asked until I was blue and you weren’t talking. It felt like a thousand steps backward in two days.” Dean hissed at him.
“I never should have let you in my head. You fuck.” His anger was eroding his control. Sam shoved at Dean, hard. Dean hung on tight.
The memory clawed at him; its ugliness tearing its way into his gut. Everything had been clamped down tight all weekend. Yet, it remained on the surface, creeping, threatening. He had been so much better these last few months. He didn’t want to succumb to it.
Dean had crept in and set it loose. Sam shoved hard at the memory and Dean’s presence but it wasn’t working. It slammed into him. Sam groaned, twisted to his side, into a ball, as it washed over both of them.
Sam was leaning against a dark cherry wood bar, the lights were classily dim. He was young, hair softly curling below his shoulders. He was chatting with a blonde, young too, slender, flirty, well-heeled. She obviously liked what she was saw. Sam’s hand covered her drink, clearly dropping something into it while holding her attention with his eyes. He held the drink up to her and smiled. She positively glowed.
She took a long swallow.
The memory morphed. The girl’s head was lolling, she was drooling a bit, struggling to sit up.
“Just lay back honey. This will be over quickly.”
She couldn’t fight.
He didn’t even undress her. Just pushed up her dress, pulled down her panties, unzipped himself and pulled out his cock, stroked himself hard, put on a condom, covered her mouth with his right hand and then forced his way into her, creating a blood stain on the sheets. Pounded her until she was crying, pulled out, tucked himself him with the condom still on and zipped himself up. Walked out of the room.
A man was waiting in the hallway. He smiled, patted Sam on the back. “Nicely done. Defiling Daddy’s little angel will teach Mariano not to mess with me.”
Sam walked down the hall, not even glancing at the man. When he got outside, he vomited in the bushes.
The memory dissolved.
Dean had Sam in his arms, cradling him, shielding him with his body.
“It’s over Sam. In the past. The Past.”
Dean held on tight to a limp Sam. Minutes passed. Sam stopped gasping for air, his breathing evened out.
Dean softly spoke up. “I pushed too hard. You were locked down and I wanted in. I was wrong. Don’t be mad at me.”
Sam murmured softly, “I’m worse than Kevin, so much worse.” The guilt was fresh and raw, dripping from his pores.
“Sam, Dad didn’t hurt Kevin…well, he’ll heal anyway. Shouldn’t’ve joked.” It didn’t sound like Dean. His voice was achy, pained, stretched thin.
“I just should have told you. Just hard.” Sam admitted. “I know I promised to talk but …”
Dean kissed Sam’s hair. “Her being seventeen is tough for you. I get it. Her life is very different from how yours was. Do you get that?”
Sam nods. “I know, logically, I know. But sometimes…” his voice trailed off, his eyes went blank.
Dean rocked him and sighed and then finished his sentence, “It gets melded together?”
Sam blinked, surprised that Dean got it exactly right.
“We’re in this together Sam. Putting your past behind you, together. Right?”
“Yeah. Together.” Somehow, that small promise lifted a bit of the pain. To know you aren’t alone; that someone is there to help, to carry some of it. To forgive. It did make it better.
Dean looked at Sam. “How about some more sex? I know it would make me happy. You want to make me happy, right?”
Sam managed a half-laugh. “I’m surprised you can even sit. I was, ah, a little rough on you.”
“Is that a yes to the more sex?”
Dana and Scott walked in the front door of the Winchester house, hand in hand, giggling.
She froze as she crossed the threshold. Sam and Dad were both home, not just Sam. They weren’t expecting her this early, didn’t know track practice had been cancelled for the day. And the barrier wasn’t up.
Ever since she was old enough to have some understanding, the ‘sex’ barrier would go up whenever Sam and Dad needed private time. A psychic wall that Sam erected to block all sound and emotion from leaking out of their room, preventing her from prying, leaving only the tiniest of threads for Sam to know if she needed them.
She choked down a laugh. It was obvious from the vibes that they had been at it all day. She hoped they had worked out whatever was upsetting Sam.
She yelled up the stairs, “I’m home and Scott’s with me.”
The barrier flew up in a world record setting time. She swallowed down a laugh and heard her Dad shout, “Will be down in a few minutes.”
She couldn’t maintain her poker face. She cracked up and headed to the kitchen, Scott trailing her, still gripping her hand.
“What’s going on?” Scott asked. “Why’s your dad home?”
“You don’t want to know, trust me.” Dana pulled two sodas out of the fridge along with the cheese and some grapes.
“No, I do.” She looked at him, all sincere and concerned looking. It just cracked her up more. “Oh, you do, huh? Well, I guess it was an adult day.”
Scott blanched. Dana laughed harder and reached for the crackers.
“You mean….you mean?”
“Spit it out Scott.” Dana looked at him with a fake innocent face.
“You mean they’re busy?”
“Busy?” Dana popped a cracker with some cheese into her mouth, offered some to Scott. “Don’t you mean getting busy?” she asked with her mouth full.
Scott turned bright red. “Doesn’t it bother you that your parents are…are…”
“Having Sex? Banging? You can SAY it Scott.”
“No, I can’t actually,” he admitted. She howled.
“Scott - parents have sex.”
“No, they don’t.” He was absolutely adamant in his reply setting off Dana in another wave of laughter. She tossed her head back and grabbed her stomach.
“You’re killing me dude. How do you think you got here exactly?” She put a hand on his shoulder. He had propped himself against the counter as if the thought of parental sex rendered him unable to stand upright by himself.
“That was over seventeen years ago, they’re old now.”
Dana held up her hand to interrupt. “Ok, I’m sure your parents don’t have sex. Ever. Probably not since you were conceived. But my dads fuck like bunnies and I’m fine with it. They dig each other. It’s healthy.” She hated to scandalize him but he wasn’t a kid and he was being ageist.
“Look, prepare yourself. I strongly suspect they’ve been going at it all day.”
“All day?” Scott squeaked out. “No way Dana. Now I know you are making this up to tease me.”
“Yes way Scott. I really mean that they’re totally into each other.”
At that moment, Sam and Dean walked into the kitchen, wet hair clearly indicating they had just emerged from an ultra-quick shower. They looked incredibly relaxed.
Dana mentally filled Sam in quickly who in turn bridged the gap and shared it with Dean. He’s gonna apologize. He saw some stuff flying and thinks it was the tequila causing him to see things. All is okay. Except he’s kind of freaked by the thought of you guys upstairs having sex. She couldn’t resist adding that last bit.
Sam coughed and turned his back.
Dean spoke up, “Scott, how are you feeling?”
Scott pulled himself up and off the counter, straight back, looked Dean right in the eye. “I’m fine sir. I am really sorry about Friday. Should’ve never had the tequila. I am so grateful Dana kept her head and had a cell signal. Thank you for retrieving my sorry ass when you came for her, especially since I didn’t deserve it.”
Dean looked him up and down then replied, “You’re welcome.”
Sam added, “Stay for dinner.”
Dean concurred, “Yeah, Dana’s Papa is going to join us.”
Not fair Dad Dana warned.
“Uh,” Scott stammered. “Thanks but my folks are expecting me.”
Dean raised his eyebrows. “You mean you aren’t ready to face John yet?”
Scott squirmed. “Uh, yeah, that too.”
Characters: Sam/Dean, Dana, Scott Wu (OMC), Erin (friend)
Rating: R (established wincest relationship - for language & implied situation, nothing explicit)
Word Count: 3600
Disclaimer: Not mine - just playing.
Summary: Written by M.
The continuation of the romance of Dana Winchester & Scott Wu - slowly heading to the prom.
This chapter jumps to the Monday after Friday's track victory celebration (that went all wrong.) Everybody's got problems - hard to judge whose are the worst.
She sat on the cement wall, swinging her legs, waiting for Erin to join her.
Dana concentrated on the ‘news’ of Friday night’s barbeque gone awry, plucking thoughts out of her classmates’ minds. First, she learned that Kevin had been fired (fine by her). Second, at least two girls had been drugged, maybe more (yeah, her, but she wasn’t telling). Next, when the cops arrived they found Kevin on top of some female minor on the picnic bench, hand up her blouse and drugs in his pocket (caught red-handed, hahaha).
No one had any thoughts of random flying objects at the party. A small part of the knot in her stomach unclenched.
Erin walked up and tapped her shoulder. Dana jumped, too focused on eavesdropping. She collected herself instantly.
“Hi E, how ya feelin’?”
Erin rolled her eyes. She looked as stunning as ever, brown hair shiny, pulled up off her face in a pretty hummingbird pin, color-coordinated pant outfit and to-die-for green and purple ballet flats. She plopped herself down on the wall next to Dana and launched into it, a mile a minute.
“My parents yelled at me all day Saturday and my head was killing me. Then, someone called Sunday to fill them in on Kevin drugging the girls. I totally went with it. Told them how he gave me a soda - then everything was fuzzy after that.”
“Did he?” Dana managed to ask when Erin stopped for a breath.
“Hell no. I drank about a half a bottle of tequila.” Erin bounced her legs. “I never even saw Kevin. But, shit, it got me out of hot water. So works for me.”
Dana forced a laugh. Erin’s preoccupation with her own situation worked out just fine for her. Dana was not interested in sharing her Friday experience and was happy to ignore her misadventure.
“Sam found me, uh, with Troy.” It came out tentatively. Erin looked more than a bit mortified.
Dana half-smiled. “He didn’t say anything and it isn’t anything he hasn’t seen before,” she added for reassurance.
“You mean Sam’s done girls?” Erin made a face.
“Yes Erin,” Dana replied as if talking to a ten year old. “And it’s none of your business in any way, shape or form.”
Erin got the clear message of ‘don’t pry about my dads’ and switched topics right back to sharing about her evening.
“You know I hate Troy. How could you let me go off with him?”
“W-w-what?” Dana got wide-eyed. “How is that my fault and how was I supposed to stop you?”
“Knock me down and tie me up. Duh. You’re strong.” Erin paused a second then kept right on with it, “Thank god your dads got there in time. The thought of his dick in me makes me want to hurl. And it was close, at least I think it was. If I remember right, it’s kinda small.”
Now, Dana laughed in earnest, loud and long. She felt the relief that comes from an honest, big, gut laugh. Dana shook her head at the thought of Troy’s big macho swaggering self being under-endowed.
“So, did you and Scott end up drunk and in the bushes doing the nasty?” Erin put her hands on her hips and leaned in to hear Dana’s answer.
“No, not exactly. Scott was pretty drunk and I wasn’t,” her voice trailed off, not knowing what to say.
“Face it Dana. You’re a good girl. Oh, you’re tough and stuff and capable of big trouble but you want this romantic first time, huh? Soft lights, flowers, candles, music, lots of foreplay?”
Dana blushed, neck to forehead and lowered her eyes.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Erin swung her purse and pulled it up onto her shoulder. “It’s sweet. Strange but sweet. There’s a lot to be said for getting it on in the back seat of a car too.”
Erin scrunched her face. “Not with Troy though.”
“He hasn’t called,” Dana admitted softly.
“Troy hasn’t called you?” Erin was so dense sometimes, too much time spent shoe shopping or something, rots the brain cells.
“Scott. Scott didn’t call me.”
“Did you fight?” Erin instantly transformed into concerned friend mode, leaned close to Dana.
“No, well sorta. I dunno. I was mad, kinda. And pushed him away a little. I dunno.” Dana hated that she sounded so damn girly.
“Why didn’t you call him?”
That got Dana’s hackles up, snapped her right out of girly mode. “Why? I wasn’t drunk and insisting I could drive.”
“So, you are mad at him. I wouldn’t call you when you’re mad either, you can be scary. Not to mention all three of your guys descending like the cavalry. He’s probably scared to fucking death.”
Dana rushed to defend. “My dads aren’t upset.” She qualified, “Well, Papa might be a little not happy.”
Dana looked at her watch. “Come on. We have to get to AP Calculus.”
Dana and Erin set off for the math building. Dana felt some relief rush over her. Erin hadn’t mentioned any flying objects. Of course, Erin had been off in the bushes with yucky Troy. But, none of the minds she touched had been suspicious either, only focused on the Kevin gossip. Maybe it had remained unnoticed?
Sam felt Dean walk into the room.
Standing and staring out the window, back to Dean, he asked, “Why are you back home?”
“Why are you brooding?”
Sam turned and saw Dean standing in the middle of the bedroom, hands on hips, head cocked to the side, waiting for an answer.
Sam didn’t respond. Just stared blankly across the room.
Dean waited a minute. They just looked at each other. Dean broke first and launched into it. “So, Friday night - you were stuffing your face with nachos, staring at my ass and thinking insanely filthy thoughts. Dana calls and since then you’re locked down like Fort Knox.”
Sam inhaled, considered his reply, went with casual. “It’s nothing. I’m fine. Just worried about her.”
“Bullshit. She’s worried about a boy. Pretty common seventeen year old stuff.”
Sam snapped, “She is worried that her classmates saw her make things fly around.” Sam’s anger flared, casual went flying out the window; he fought the urge to punch something, knowing he was being wrong and unreasonable .
Dean ran his tongue over his lips and slowly shook his head. “Nah. That isn’t it. Those kids were fucked up. You know there’s no way they remember much at all, much less put it together and tie it to Dana.”
“What about Kevin? He drugged her for god’s sake.” Sam struggled against the roiling in his belly, choking down his rage.
“You want me to believe you’re worried about Kevin?” Dean rolled his eyes, slow and exaggerated. “We both know full well that Dad took care of him Saturday morning, probably had the body buried by noon.”
Dean took a step toward Sam. Sam held up an arm in front of himself to halt Dean’s forward motion. “Wait. You think Dad b-b-buried him?” Sam heard horror in his own voice.
Dean shrugged his shoulders. “You’re right. Unlikely he buried him, probably just dumped the body in a dumpster. Wouldn’t want to waste time digging a hole.”
Sam burbled, “W-W-What?”
Dean waved his hands to chase away the question. “Not why I came home. Wanna get laid.”
“W-W-What?” Sam stammered a second time. After a second, he managed, “How do you jump from discussing murder to sex?” Sam’s jaw was hanging in disbelief.
“It’s a skill. Horny Sammy. Come on.” Dean pointed to the bed and arched an eyebrow.
“You’re a pig. Not interested.”
Dean spoke softly, not quite a growl.
“Sam. We both know if I close these two feet between us and grab your dick, it’s hard. We both know it. Don’t play hard to get.” Dean paused, pulled off his shirt. “You can tie me up and top.”
“Fuck.” Sam took a step and reached his long arm and grabbed Dean’s hip. Pulled him close, pinned his arms to his sides, took a deep inhale of Dean. “You’re a slut.”
“Me? I’m not the one rubbing his hard cock against my hip.” Dean turned his head up to look at Sam’s face. Sam shoved at him in response, pushing him down onto the bed. “Get naked, now,” Sam demanded, reaching for the drawer with the rope.
Dean reached for his zipper. “Okey dokey.”
It was lunch before she saw him.
She entered the quad, Erin on her right side, her wing woman. Dana scanned for an empty table when her eyes fell on him sitting at the second to the last table on the far right, hair hanging down covering his eyes, book in his hand.
Dana set her jaw and marched across to him, Erin trailing a half-step behind.
She wanted to scan him. Desperately wanted to scan him to see what he knew or suspected. But she had sworn to herself she wouldn’t do it, ever. She resisted but it was damn tough.
She glided her body down next to him. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and looked sideways at her. “Hi,” he said softly.
Erin went to sit down too but looked at them and changed her mind. “Ah, I’ll get us lunch Dana. Want anything Scott?”
Scott shook his head ‘No’ and Erin headed off.
“I’m so sorry,“ Scott started and then paused. He lifted his chin and looked her directly in the eyes. “So sorry Dana. I was so dumb. Please don’t be mad.”
“Not mad,” she managed. She was enraptured with his brown eyes, so soft and tender and sincere.
“Are you okay?”
She didn’t know to what he was referring. It could mean: Are you in trouble? Did you get hurt? Are we okay? Or, it could mean, why can you move things with your mind? While she searched for an appropriately non-committal response, he flat out quietly asked, “Did Kevin drug you?”
She flinched, giving it away. Best to go with the truth now. “Yes, but I’m not saying anything. My dads know. He’s fired already and was caught with the drugs and on top of a girl. They don’t need me. Please just don’t say anything. Please Scott. Erin doesn’t even know.”
“I won’t say a word Dana.” Scott bit his lip and leaned toward her ear, asking very quietly, “Did he touch you?”
She laughed in spite of herself. “Kevin would be dead if he had. You have met my grandfather and my dads, right?” She decided not to mention that she was a tad worried that Kevin was dead or at least pretty beat up anyway.
“Your dads totally saved us. I am so grateful, even if I didn’t deserve it. If the cops had brought me home, my parents would have disowned me or worse. It was bad enough this weekend without that.”
She smiled. He wasn’t mad. He was grateful and sorry and sweet.
He touched her cheek with his thumb, stroked it.
“I’m never drinking tequila again. I swear I was so trashed that I saw stuff flying around. The garbage can was flying and rocks too. No one ever told me that tequila can cause hallucinations.”
Dana managed not to flinch. She consciously relaxed her body posture and leaned in to listen more carefully.
“Can I come over after school to apologize to Dean and Sam? I really want to.” She nodded her reply.
He put his arm around her and kissed her cheek. “I gotta ask.” He tensed. “How badly is your grandfather gonna kick my ass?” She chose not to reply, just shrugged slightly. Let him be afraid of Papa; it was character building.
She turned her lips to his. He kissed her. He tasted like sunshine, warm and uplifting.
Someone plopped down next to him and cleared her throat. “Ah, young love. So nice,” she said, dripping with sarcasm.
Scott and Dana pulled apart, smiled and then leaned in for one more kiss.
Dana turned and pulled her lunch in to her, suddenly starving. He didn’t suspect a thing. She tingled all over.
Sam was looking up at the ceiling, eyes unfocused, reveling in the buzz from his orgasm. Nothing did it for him like a little dominance in the morning. After he had tied Dean to the bedpost, Dean had assumed a completely submissive position. Sam had lost it, took out his pent-up anxiety on Dean. He hoped that his brother would be able to walk sometime today.
Sam felt the weight of Dean’s head on his shoulder and knew his brother was carefully watching his expression. Sam absently caressed Dean’s red wrists. They laid there in silence, breathing in synch. Sam was trying to think of an appropriate way of saying Um, can you walk? Sorry I took it out on you, when his thoughts were interrupted with, “Why didn’t you just say that being seventeen sucked for you and all this is just bringing some of it to the surface?”
Sam’s post-sex buzz evaporated instantly. “You fucking seduced me to get into my head? How the fuck could you? You fuck.” Sam pushed Dean away. Dean wasn’t allowing it; he clung to Sam, not letting him move.
“I could have asked until I was blue and you weren’t talking. It felt like a thousand steps backward in two days.” Dean hissed at him.
“I never should have let you in my head. You fuck.” His anger was eroding his control. Sam shoved at Dean, hard. Dean hung on tight.
The memory clawed at him; its ugliness tearing its way into his gut. Everything had been clamped down tight all weekend. Yet, it remained on the surface, creeping, threatening. He had been so much better these last few months. He didn’t want to succumb to it.
Dean had crept in and set it loose. Sam shoved hard at the memory and Dean’s presence but it wasn’t working. It slammed into him. Sam groaned, twisted to his side, into a ball, as it washed over both of them.
Sam was leaning against a dark cherry wood bar, the lights were classily dim. He was young, hair softly curling below his shoulders. He was chatting with a blonde, young too, slender, flirty, well-heeled. She obviously liked what she was saw. Sam’s hand covered her drink, clearly dropping something into it while holding her attention with his eyes. He held the drink up to her and smiled. She positively glowed.
She took a long swallow.
The memory morphed. The girl’s head was lolling, she was drooling a bit, struggling to sit up.
“Just lay back honey. This will be over quickly.”
She couldn’t fight.
He didn’t even undress her. Just pushed up her dress, pulled down her panties, unzipped himself and pulled out his cock, stroked himself hard, put on a condom, covered her mouth with his right hand and then forced his way into her, creating a blood stain on the sheets. Pounded her until she was crying, pulled out, tucked himself him with the condom still on and zipped himself up. Walked out of the room.
A man was waiting in the hallway. He smiled, patted Sam on the back. “Nicely done. Defiling Daddy’s little angel will teach Mariano not to mess with me.”
Sam walked down the hall, not even glancing at the man. When he got outside, he vomited in the bushes.
The memory dissolved.
Dean had Sam in his arms, cradling him, shielding him with his body.
“It’s over Sam. In the past. The Past.”
Dean held on tight to a limp Sam. Minutes passed. Sam stopped gasping for air, his breathing evened out.
Dean softly spoke up. “I pushed too hard. You were locked down and I wanted in. I was wrong. Don’t be mad at me.”
Sam murmured softly, “I’m worse than Kevin, so much worse.” The guilt was fresh and raw, dripping from his pores.
“Sam, Dad didn’t hurt Kevin…well, he’ll heal anyway. Shouldn’t’ve joked.” It didn’t sound like Dean. His voice was achy, pained, stretched thin.
“I just should have told you. Just hard.” Sam admitted. “I know I promised to talk but …”
Dean kissed Sam’s hair. “Her being seventeen is tough for you. I get it. Her life is very different from how yours was. Do you get that?”
Sam nods. “I know, logically, I know. But sometimes…” his voice trailed off, his eyes went blank.
Dean rocked him and sighed and then finished his sentence, “It gets melded together?”
Sam blinked, surprised that Dean got it exactly right.
“We’re in this together Sam. Putting your past behind you, together. Right?”
“Yeah. Together.” Somehow, that small promise lifted a bit of the pain. To know you aren’t alone; that someone is there to help, to carry some of it. To forgive. It did make it better.
Dean looked at Sam. “How about some more sex? I know it would make me happy. You want to make me happy, right?”
Sam managed a half-laugh. “I’m surprised you can even sit. I was, ah, a little rough on you.”
“Is that a yes to the more sex?”
Dana and Scott walked in the front door of the Winchester house, hand in hand, giggling.
She froze as she crossed the threshold. Sam and Dad were both home, not just Sam. They weren’t expecting her this early, didn’t know track practice had been cancelled for the day. And the barrier wasn’t up.
Ever since she was old enough to have some understanding, the ‘sex’ barrier would go up whenever Sam and Dad needed private time. A psychic wall that Sam erected to block all sound and emotion from leaking out of their room, preventing her from prying, leaving only the tiniest of threads for Sam to know if she needed them.
She choked down a laugh. It was obvious from the vibes that they had been at it all day. She hoped they had worked out whatever was upsetting Sam.
She yelled up the stairs, “I’m home and Scott’s with me.”
The barrier flew up in a world record setting time. She swallowed down a laugh and heard her Dad shout, “Will be down in a few minutes.”
She couldn’t maintain her poker face. She cracked up and headed to the kitchen, Scott trailing her, still gripping her hand.
“What’s going on?” Scott asked. “Why’s your dad home?”
“You don’t want to know, trust me.” Dana pulled two sodas out of the fridge along with the cheese and some grapes.
“No, I do.” She looked at him, all sincere and concerned looking. It just cracked her up more. “Oh, you do, huh? Well, I guess it was an adult day.”
Scott blanched. Dana laughed harder and reached for the crackers.
“You mean….you mean?”
“Spit it out Scott.” Dana looked at him with a fake innocent face.
“You mean they’re busy?”
“Busy?” Dana popped a cracker with some cheese into her mouth, offered some to Scott. “Don’t you mean getting busy?” she asked with her mouth full.
Scott turned bright red. “Doesn’t it bother you that your parents are…are…”
“Having Sex? Banging? You can SAY it Scott.”
“No, I can’t actually,” he admitted. She howled.
“Scott - parents have sex.”
“No, they don’t.” He was absolutely adamant in his reply setting off Dana in another wave of laughter. She tossed her head back and grabbed her stomach.
“You’re killing me dude. How do you think you got here exactly?” She put a hand on his shoulder. He had propped himself against the counter as if the thought of parental sex rendered him unable to stand upright by himself.
“That was over seventeen years ago, they’re old now.”
Dana held up her hand to interrupt. “Ok, I’m sure your parents don’t have sex. Ever. Probably not since you were conceived. But my dads fuck like bunnies and I’m fine with it. They dig each other. It’s healthy.” She hated to scandalize him but he wasn’t a kid and he was being ageist.
“Look, prepare yourself. I strongly suspect they’ve been going at it all day.”
“All day?” Scott squeaked out. “No way Dana. Now I know you are making this up to tease me.”
“Yes way Scott. I really mean that they’re totally into each other.”
At that moment, Sam and Dean walked into the kitchen, wet hair clearly indicating they had just emerged from an ultra-quick shower. They looked incredibly relaxed.
Dana mentally filled Sam in quickly who in turn bridged the gap and shared it with Dean. He’s gonna apologize. He saw some stuff flying and thinks it was the tequila causing him to see things. All is okay. Except he’s kind of freaked by the thought of you guys upstairs having sex. She couldn’t resist adding that last bit.
Sam coughed and turned his back.
Dean spoke up, “Scott, how are you feeling?”
Scott pulled himself up and off the counter, straight back, looked Dean right in the eye. “I’m fine sir. I am really sorry about Friday. Should’ve never had the tequila. I am so grateful Dana kept her head and had a cell signal. Thank you for retrieving my sorry ass when you came for her, especially since I didn’t deserve it.”
Dean looked him up and down then replied, “You’re welcome.”
Sam added, “Stay for dinner.”
Dean concurred, “Yeah, Dana’s Papa is going to join us.”
Not fair Dad Dana warned.
“Uh,” Scott stammered. “Thanks but my folks are expecting me.”
Dean raised his eyebrows. “You mean you aren’t ready to face John yet?”
Scott squirmed. “Uh, yeah, that too.”