SN AU Fic: Love Bites (Mayaverse #7)
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Title: Love Bites
Series: Mayaverse AU
Author: Trystan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/OFC; Dean/OFC
Spoilers: shades of “Heart”; Mayaverse thus far
Word Count: 3571 words
Notable Credits: i love my betas! aphrodite33, bodgei, cg_chevygirl, clarksmuse, jediprincessdsv and x5vale. Sam and Dean are not mine, although goddess knows I wish Dean was.
Author’s Notes: this is set in an AU where the Impala did not get reamed by the semi, John didn’t make the same deal with the Demon in the show, and never told Dean the secret revealed in “Hunted.” And yes, I did use a Duran Duran song. What of it? And yes, I nicked the title again, this time from a Def Leppard song.
Summary: When a careless werewolf leaves a trial of bodies on a state college campus, Sam tries to protect a woman he’s certain is the next victim.
In touch with the ground
I’m on the hunt I’m after you
Smell like I sound, I’m lost in a crowd
And I’m hungry like the wolf
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I’m on the hunt I’m after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I’m hungry like the wolf
~ Duran Duran ©1982
Please read Turnabout first! thanks!
“This is pointless,” Sam Winchester grumbled.
“It’s a job,” Dean pointed out.
“Are you sure about that Dean, ‘cause we’ve been out here the three nights of a full moon for the past three months, and I haven’t noticed anything,” Sam hurled at his older brother.
“I have,” Dean replied softly.
“You - ” Sam started to say back, but actually hearing Dean’s words brought him up short. He tried again, this time not shouting. “You what?”
“It’s scared. It’s out there, but hasn’t made a move because it knows we’re here.”
“And you haven’t told me until now because...?” Sam demanded.
“You never asked.”
Sam whacked his brother on the back of his head. Dean looked at Sam, and when Sam turned back to face him, Dean flashed his gold eyes at him and smiled.
Sam sighed. They were at some state university in the middle of cow country somewhere, investigating multiple homicides that occurred only on three days of the month - the day before, the day of, and the day after a full moon. The killer had started getting careless and leaving the bodies in the small park of the local university.
And although Sam was the one that found them the job, it seemed like he wished he hadn’t. Sam leaned against a tree in the small wooded section of the park, while Dean sat on an outcropping of rocks next to him.
This was the fourth full moon they were at the park, both watching until Sam was ready to turn in for the night, and then Dean would continue on guard until just before dawn.
“It knows we’re here,” Dean repeated.
“It knows you’re here,” Sam returned, watching a brunette walk over the bench that was just next to a street light and sat down. She opened a book and then pulled out a notebook and pen from her bag next to her.
“It’s just... just out of my reach,” Dean sighed, frustrated that even as a vampire, he couldn’t catch a damned werewolf.
The woman appeared to be studying, which Sam thought to be odd, since it was approaching full dark, and the moon had not yet appeared. And this night was the first of the three nights the killer could strike.
“Dean,” Sam nudged him, and pointed out the woman. “How nuts do you think she’d think I am if I told her there was a killer on the loose?”
“Only one way to find out,” Dean said, noticing the woman on the bench. Sam was wearing a light jacket over his flannel shirt and t-shirt, and the woman was wearing a knitted turtleneck sweater. That was the only indication Dean had that there really was an autumn chill in the air, as he wore just his denim overshirt and a black t-shirt with his blue jeans.
Her sweater concealed her curves, but her face was rounded, with a pert nose, Dean noticed as Sam approached her.
“Hi,” he said, and sat next to her, on the edge of the bench.
She looked up. “Hi yourself.”
“I’m, uh, sure you heard about the murders that happened here, a few months back?”
“Yes...” she said cautiously, wondering who this stranger was. She looked at him, and amended that to good-looking stranger.
“I’m not sure that it’s safe for you here. The killer could still be out there.”
“I’ll be fine here. I study here every night. I like the night air.” She glared at him then. “Why am I telling you this? Are you with the police?”
“Uhm...” Sam said, and busied himself looking for something to write his cell phone number on. He found a 3-by-5 card in a pocket, and a pen. “We’re helping with the investigation, so if you need anything, you can give me a call.” He handed her the card. “I’m Sam by the way.”
“Emma,” she said, taking the card, looking at it, and putting it into her book like a bookmark.
“Well, I’ll leave you to your studying... Emma,” Sam said, standing up. “And - ” he started.
“I know, call if I need you,” she smiled up at him. Oh my, but he was tall, she thought, as she watched him walk towards the copse of trees, and disappear into the night.
“That was productive,” Dean said wryly.
“She didn’t think I was nuts,” Sam pointed out.
“Good point,” Dean agreed. “But she got your phone number, you didn’t get hers.”
Sam slapped his brother’s head. Again. But he smiled. It was just like old times.
~*~
“Her name is Emma Richelieu, and she’s a senior. Her address is right here on campus,” Sam told Dean the next night as they took their places in the spot of trees in the center of the park. Dean crouched on the rocks, listening to the night around him.
“You feed tonight?” Sam asked idly.
“Of course,” Dean replied. His brow arched up as he saw the brunette come into view again, and sit on the same bench. “Bet she’s pretty tasty,” he said, indicating Emma.
“Dean!” Sam hissed.
“Whoa, easy, dude. You want her, you can have her, then.”
Sam sighed. Emma took out her book, notebook, and pen again, and began to take notes, just as the evening before.
“It doesn’t bother you?” Sam asked suddenly, wondering about something.
“Emma?” Dean asked in surprise. “Nah, she’s all yours, buddy.”
Sam glared at him, then asked, “I mean, it doesn’t bother you, losing half a day like this? I mean, you’ve lost your daylight hours.”
“’Course I miss it,” Dean reluctantly admitted. “But I can be up during the day - I’d just have to stay in the room with no sunlight coming in.”
“Oh that’s good, cheapen the moment with sarcasm,” Sam said, just as sarcastic. After another moment, he said, “I have to talk to her again.”
“I’ll be here,” Dean replied.
Sam sat next to Emma again, and watched her for a few seconds.
“Hi,” he started, as the night before.
“Oh, hi,” she replied. “I don’t know anything more,” she added, returning to her book.
“We don’t know when this killer will strike again,” Sam said.
“Well, I think I read somewhere it has something to do with the full moon?”
Sam went still. That detail was never in any of the papers or on any of the news sites that he found.
“That information is classified,” he bluffed.
“Well, I think you’re bluffing. And I don’t think you’re with the police.”
Sam sighed. He’d been doing that a lot lately.
“No, we’re not,” Sam admitted.
“We?”
“My brother and I. We’re - independent investigators. We, investigate.... crimes, like this... independently.” That went well, Winchester, Sam thought.
She smiled. “I see.”
“No you don’t,” Sam returned.
“I do. Your brother - he’s not like you, is he?”
Sam started at the question, wondering what made her ask that. But he answered it anyway. “No, he’s not.” In more ways than one.
“I don’t know who you are, Sam, but I think I like you,” she smiled at him. She ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook and wrote something on it. She folded it and handed it to him. When he opened it out he saw that it was her phone number and address.
She gathered her books together and stood up.
“Stop over sometime. For a drink, or something?” She licked her lips, picked up her purse, and sauntered across the grass to a parking lot.
“Ooh, now that is tasty,” Dean said from behind Sam, making his younger brother jump slightly.
“Dean!” Sam’s voice squeaked in surprise.
“Sorry, little brother,” Dean said. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Yeah, sure you didn’t,” Sam said, not caring about his sarcasm. “You just like doing that.”
“Tormenting my little brother? Isn’t that what big brothers are supposed to do?”
Sam audibly sighed. He shook his head, and went back to the copse of trees to get his knapsack with the laptop.
“I’ll stop by her place before you’re even up tomorrow night,” Sam told Dean as he headed back the Impala.
“Don’t forget the condoms,” Dean called after him.
“Bitch.”
When Sam was out of earshot, Dean smiled after his brother, “Jerk.”
~*~
Sam was barely inside Emma’s little apartment when she rushed into him and kissed him full on the lips. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and he shrugged out of it, and let it fall to the floor. Still kissing, they made their way into her living room, and onto her couch.
Sam broke the kiss when she reached for his buttons.
“Are you sure you’re safe here?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, hooking her fingers into his belt loops and pulling him closer to her.
“This killer - there’s usually three nights that it strikes,” Sam started.
“Right, the full moon thing,” she said, standing up on her tip-toes, and nibbling his neck.
“This is the last night of the full moon,” he said. “And since the killer hasn’t been around the last two...”
“You think he might come for me?” she asked, incredulous. “Wow, that’s uhm... I’m flattered, Sam, but why would you think - ”
“You’re the killer’s type, brunette, college student, female,” Sam said, admiring her in her tight knit top, and could see the curves her x`bulky sweater had hid. She licked her lips, and Sam bent his head down to kiss them.
She pressed herself against him, and he responded to her. He cupped her buttocks and pressed her to him, while deepening the kiss. She moaned into his mouth and began unbuttoning his shirt, as she’d planned to when Sam first came through the door. Once unbuttoned, she ran her hands up his finely-toned chest, and pushed his shirt off his shoulders.
He ran his hands up her back, under her shirt, and unhooked her bra. She lifted her arms so he could take off her top. She broke the kiss as he lifted her shirt over her head, and his own shirt slid down his arms onto the floor.
He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her into the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned down to kiss him again. They fell together on the bed, each tugging each other’s jeans off.
He kissed every inch of her, savoring the wild, musky sent of her, and she moaned and clutched at the sheets as his fingers explored the very depths of her body. Her fingertips traced lines across his body as they moved together, moaning against each other.
He fumbled with the condom wrapper, but she steadied his hand and teased him with her fingers has she unrolled it down his hard, long length.
He watched her face as he entered her, and moved inside her, slowly at first, then quicker. Without losing a beat, he flipped them over, so she was astride him. His hands held her hips as they moved. When she came, she screamed in pleasure and collapsed, sweaty, onto his chest. With one more thrust, he released deep inside her, and the moaned at the sensation.
She rested her head on Sam’s chest, and listened to his heart beating, and his breathing returning to normal.
“Sam,” she said, not moving her head from its warm comfortable position.
“Hmm?” he asked, his voice sounding like a rumble in his chest.
Reluctantly, she rolled off his warm body on to the cool sheets next to him. Propping herself up on the pillows, she said, “I have something I need to tell you.”
~*~
It was just after sunset. Dean crouched on the rocks in the trees where he could see the whole park. He had a bad feeling about this werewolf, and the one thing that kept crossing his mind was that if he knew the werewolf was out there, the werewolf knew there was a vampire lurking. And that really sucked big time.
It was a quiet night; Dean opened his senses, and at the moment there was nothing. But only at that moment. In the next, he heard a familiar voice next him.
“You’re up early,” she said.
Dean turned to Maya.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Sam’s fine,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder, reassuring him.
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right,” he said. “I’m the big brother. I’m supposed to worry.” Maya was silent, and Dean continued. “I know it’s out there. And I’m sure it knows I’m out here too.”
“I feel sorry for them,” Maya admitted.
“You feel sorry for werewolves?”
“It’s an awful change to go through, just for three days a month. And I’m sure it wreaks havoc on someone’s physical body. And they have no recollection of what they do in wolf form.”
“Wow,” Dean said, “you think you know a girl...”
“Speaking of which,” Maya said, gently urging Dean back on to the rock. She straddled him, her little skirt pooling on his jeans. She leaned into him and kissed him teasingly on the lips, they nipped them with a fang. He let out a low growl, and kissed her back deeply, maneuvering them back into a sitting position, with Maya on his lap. He ran one hand up her leg and under her skirt. He broke the kiss.
“Huh. No panties tonight...were you expecting to seduce me?”
“It’s worked before,” she whispered in his ear, and then nibbled it.
“Twice,” Dean admitted, crushing her lips to his. Her hands expertly undid his jeans.
“Uhm, Maya?” he said, around the kiss.
“Hmm?” she asked, moving his jeans down just a little, and teasing his sensitive parts with her fingernails. He moaned, and pried his lips from hers.
“This is a public park,” he said.
“It’s after dark. No one comes here but you and Sammy after dark. Everyone’s taken heed of the warnings that the killer might still be around.”
“Emma was here after dark,” Dean pointed out.
“And she’s with Sammy,” Maya reminded him.
“Right,” Dean agreed. And kissed her again. She slid down his lap top finish unzipping his jeans, and tease him again with her fingertips.
She stroked the whole length of him, and he groaned into her mouth. She moved up on his lap, and paused, just above him. He was ready for her, and holding on to her waist, he thrust upwards, and claimed her then. They moved together, not noticing they were leaning on a rock, in the middle of a campus park. At one point, she tore her mouth away from his, threw her head back and just about screamed in delight.
They watched each other, not breaking eye contact, even as his hands explored her soft smooth skin under her little t-shirt. They moved together, until she couldn't control the energy anymore. She cried out his name, bared her fangs, and sunk them into his neck. A moment later, he bit her neck as he came, and drank in her warmth.
When he had drank his fill, he retracted his fangs, and kissed her neck. She was watching him when he lifted his head again. She cupped his face in both hands, and kissed his blood-stained lips tenderly.
Dean froze. Something wasn’t right.
“I need to go,” he said. She eased herself gently from him, and he slid off the rock and fixed his jeans.
“What is it?” she asked, although she suspected.
“Sammy,” Dean said, and was gone.
Maya sat cross-legged on the rock where Dean had just been. She traced her fingers over the crags and corners. They were good for each other, she thought. She’d made him see that not all creatures of the night were evil; he made her feel human after countless centuries.
She wondered what would happen when he got to Emma’s place.
~*~
Sam propped himself up on his elbow against the pillow. He stroked her cheek and arm with the back of his fingers, and then rested his fingertips on her arm.
“What is it?” he asked softly.
“I - ” she suddenly went still, and turned away from him, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Emma, what’s wrong?” Sam sat up and reached for her. She stood up, keeping her back to him.
“Stay back, Sam,” she warned. It seemed to Sam he heard a growl in her voice. But what was so important to her?
“Emma - ” Sam started, but remained on the bed. He briefly wondered if he shouldn’t be slowly backing off the bed and out of the room, but something kept him anchored to the mattress.
He looked up at her creamy smooth skin, and swore he saw it ripple.
“What the - ” he said softly under his breath, and then mentally kicked himself. Of course she was never in any danger from the werewolf - she was the wolf! Slowly he backed off the bed and felt behind him for his clothes, and with a brief glance to make sure that it was his, he pulled on his jeans and shirt.
But - oh god! - she was changing into something furry right before his eyes. She heard his movement, turned back towards him and snarled. She had a mouthful of sharp canine fangs, her hair had become disheveled as her face changed slightly, and her eyes glowed red.
Behind him, Sam heard the outer door open, and a moment later Dean came through the doorway, eyes glowing gold, gun raised and aimed at Emma.
“Dean!” Sam cried out, his voice full of all the mixed feelings he felt about her.
Emma looked at Dean, and saw his eyes. She snarled and growled, and lunged for him. He fired the silver bullet he’d loaded the gun with, and it hit home right through her heart. The force of the shot hurled her back against the wall. She slammed into it, and then slid down to the floor. As she did so, she changed, returning to her human features again.
Sam vaulted the bed and knelt next to her. He held her head in his hand, and looked at her face. She weakly opened her eyes, which had returned to their human blue color, and looked at Sam, with an expression of relief on her face. Dean came over and crouched on her other side.
Emma turned her head towards him, saw his eyes were still gold, with a hint of fang showing between his lips.
She slowly reached up her hand, and placed it against his cheek. It was an odd action to show the person who just shot you, Dean thought.
“You’re one of them,” she hissed, and her eyes flashed red, but only for an instant. Her hand went slack on Dean’s face, and then it dropped limply. She was dead.
Sam bowed his head over her for a moment. He closed his eyes, holding back the tears that threatened spill out. While he had only known her for a few days, Sam had just slept with her, and Dean didn’t even think about shooting her.
“Too bad they don’t dissolve when you kill ‘em,” Dean said, standing up again. He pulled a sheet off the bed and covered her with it.
“Dissolve when you kill ‘em? Dean, this isn’t Buffy,” Sam snapped back. Well, that’s just Dean for you, he thought.
“Close enough,” Dean smiled. His fangs had retracted, but his eyes were still slightly tinged gold.
“Dean, how are we going to explain the body?” Sam asked, concerned. They didn’t want to be the ones leaving the bodies around for someone to get suspicious about.
Dean hesitated a moment, and then looked at the gun he used. It wasn’t anything special, just a gun his father had given him for emergencies. He used the corner of the sheet covering her, and wiped his prints thoroughly from the gun, and then placed it in her hand. Using the sheet, he held the gun in her right hand, and aimed it across the room.
“Dude, you remember she’s right handed?”
Dean looked up. “She wrote her name and number on a piece of paper just last night.”
And he fired the gun into the far wall.
~*~
“Hey Dean?” Sam asked that night in the car.
“I’m fine, Sam,” Dean replied, sounding distracted.
“I was only going to ask if you knew where we were headed.” Sam tried not to snap at Dean’s response. Dean fiddled with the radio, then looked over at Sam in the passenger seat. His eyes glowed, and his fangs had emerged to rest on his lips.
“Of course not.”
After a moment, Sam spoke again.
“Don’t do this to yourself, Dean.”
“Do what? That could be me some day.”
“Dean,” Sam said neutrally.
“You heard what she said - I’m one of them,” Dean said, a bitter edge in his voice.
“Dean, no.”
Dean glanced over at Sam in the passenger seat, his eyes back to their hazel color. Turning back to the road, he chuckled wryly. “You sound like me.”
“Huh,” Sam said, and looked out the window at the passing scenery.
“Yeah, you sound like me,” Dean confirmed. “Only one more thing you need to know, Sammy.” Dean said, reaching for his tape collection and being unsuccessful.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Sam asked, wondering what smart-ass comment his brother would give him.
Dean snickered a moment before speaking.
“Zeppelin rules!”
Got no time to for spreadin’ roots
The time has come to be gone.
And to our health we drank a thousand times,
It’s time to ramble on...
...the story continues in " Maelstrom"
***
Supernatural Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2007 by Caren Franco
Only Emma Richelieu and Maya are original. Beta-read by Aphrodite, Valeria, ChevyGirl, JediPrincess, ClarksMuse, and Bodge. Dean and Sam Winchester were created by Eric Kripke, Robert Singer, Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal and Entertainment; Warner Brothers and the CW. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. “Hungry Like the Wolf” from “Rio” by Duran Duran, ©1982. “Ramble On” from “Led Zeppelin II” by Led Zeppelin, ©1969.
Title: Love Bites
Series: Mayaverse AU
Author: Trystan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/OFC; Dean/OFC
Spoilers: shades of “Heart”; Mayaverse thus far
Word Count: 3571 words
Notable Credits: i love my betas! aphrodite33, bodgei, cg_chevygirl, clarksmuse, jediprincessdsv and x5vale. Sam and Dean are not mine, although goddess knows I wish Dean was.
Author’s Notes: this is set in an AU where the Impala did not get reamed by the semi, John didn’t make the same deal with the Demon in the show, and never told Dean the secret revealed in “Hunted.” And yes, I did use a Duran Duran song. What of it? And yes, I nicked the title again, this time from a Def Leppard song.
Summary: When a careless werewolf leaves a trial of bodies on a state college campus, Sam tries to protect a woman he’s certain is the next victim.
In touch with the ground
I’m on the hunt I’m after you
Smell like I sound, I’m lost in a crowd
And I’m hungry like the wolf
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I’m on the hunt I’m after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I’m hungry like the wolf
~ Duran Duran ©1982
Please read Turnabout first! thanks!
“This is pointless,” Sam Winchester grumbled.
“It’s a job,” Dean pointed out.
“Are you sure about that Dean, ‘cause we’ve been out here the three nights of a full moon for the past three months, and I haven’t noticed anything,” Sam hurled at his older brother.
“I have,” Dean replied softly.
“You - ” Sam started to say back, but actually hearing Dean’s words brought him up short. He tried again, this time not shouting. “You what?”
“It’s scared. It’s out there, but hasn’t made a move because it knows we’re here.”
“And you haven’t told me until now because...?” Sam demanded.
“You never asked.”
Sam whacked his brother on the back of his head. Dean looked at Sam, and when Sam turned back to face him, Dean flashed his gold eyes at him and smiled.
Sam sighed. They were at some state university in the middle of cow country somewhere, investigating multiple homicides that occurred only on three days of the month - the day before, the day of, and the day after a full moon. The killer had started getting careless and leaving the bodies in the small park of the local university.
And although Sam was the one that found them the job, it seemed like he wished he hadn’t. Sam leaned against a tree in the small wooded section of the park, while Dean sat on an outcropping of rocks next to him.
This was the fourth full moon they were at the park, both watching until Sam was ready to turn in for the night, and then Dean would continue on guard until just before dawn.
“It knows we’re here,” Dean repeated.
“It knows you’re here,” Sam returned, watching a brunette walk over the bench that was just next to a street light and sat down. She opened a book and then pulled out a notebook and pen from her bag next to her.
“It’s just... just out of my reach,” Dean sighed, frustrated that even as a vampire, he couldn’t catch a damned werewolf.
The woman appeared to be studying, which Sam thought to be odd, since it was approaching full dark, and the moon had not yet appeared. And this night was the first of the three nights the killer could strike.
“Dean,” Sam nudged him, and pointed out the woman. “How nuts do you think she’d think I am if I told her there was a killer on the loose?”
“Only one way to find out,” Dean said, noticing the woman on the bench. Sam was wearing a light jacket over his flannel shirt and t-shirt, and the woman was wearing a knitted turtleneck sweater. That was the only indication Dean had that there really was an autumn chill in the air, as he wore just his denim overshirt and a black t-shirt with his blue jeans.
Her sweater concealed her curves, but her face was rounded, with a pert nose, Dean noticed as Sam approached her.
“Hi,” he said, and sat next to her, on the edge of the bench.
She looked up. “Hi yourself.”
“I’m, uh, sure you heard about the murders that happened here, a few months back?”
“Yes...” she said cautiously, wondering who this stranger was. She looked at him, and amended that to good-looking stranger.
“I’m not sure that it’s safe for you here. The killer could still be out there.”
“I’ll be fine here. I study here every night. I like the night air.” She glared at him then. “Why am I telling you this? Are you with the police?”
“Uhm...” Sam said, and busied himself looking for something to write his cell phone number on. He found a 3-by-5 card in a pocket, and a pen. “We’re helping with the investigation, so if you need anything, you can give me a call.” He handed her the card. “I’m Sam by the way.”
“Emma,” she said, taking the card, looking at it, and putting it into her book like a bookmark.
“Well, I’ll leave you to your studying... Emma,” Sam said, standing up. “And - ” he started.
“I know, call if I need you,” she smiled up at him. Oh my, but he was tall, she thought, as she watched him walk towards the copse of trees, and disappear into the night.
“That was productive,” Dean said wryly.
“She didn’t think I was nuts,” Sam pointed out.
“Good point,” Dean agreed. “But she got your phone number, you didn’t get hers.”
Sam slapped his brother’s head. Again. But he smiled. It was just like old times.
~*~
“Her name is Emma Richelieu, and she’s a senior. Her address is right here on campus,” Sam told Dean the next night as they took their places in the spot of trees in the center of the park. Dean crouched on the rocks, listening to the night around him.
“You feed tonight?” Sam asked idly.
“Of course,” Dean replied. His brow arched up as he saw the brunette come into view again, and sit on the same bench. “Bet she’s pretty tasty,” he said, indicating Emma.
“Dean!” Sam hissed.
“Whoa, easy, dude. You want her, you can have her, then.”
Sam sighed. Emma took out her book, notebook, and pen again, and began to take notes, just as the evening before.
“It doesn’t bother you?” Sam asked suddenly, wondering about something.
“Emma?” Dean asked in surprise. “Nah, she’s all yours, buddy.”
Sam glared at him, then asked, “I mean, it doesn’t bother you, losing half a day like this? I mean, you’ve lost your daylight hours.”
“’Course I miss it,” Dean reluctantly admitted. “But I can be up during the day - I’d just have to stay in the room with no sunlight coming in.”
“Oh that’s good, cheapen the moment with sarcasm,” Sam said, just as sarcastic. After another moment, he said, “I have to talk to her again.”
“I’ll be here,” Dean replied.
Sam sat next to Emma again, and watched her for a few seconds.
“Hi,” he started, as the night before.
“Oh, hi,” she replied. “I don’t know anything more,” she added, returning to her book.
“We don’t know when this killer will strike again,” Sam said.
“Well, I think I read somewhere it has something to do with the full moon?”
Sam went still. That detail was never in any of the papers or on any of the news sites that he found.
“That information is classified,” he bluffed.
“Well, I think you’re bluffing. And I don’t think you’re with the police.”
Sam sighed. He’d been doing that a lot lately.
“No, we’re not,” Sam admitted.
“We?”
“My brother and I. We’re - independent investigators. We, investigate.... crimes, like this... independently.” That went well, Winchester, Sam thought.
She smiled. “I see.”
“No you don’t,” Sam returned.
“I do. Your brother - he’s not like you, is he?”
Sam started at the question, wondering what made her ask that. But he answered it anyway. “No, he’s not.” In more ways than one.
“I don’t know who you are, Sam, but I think I like you,” she smiled at him. She ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook and wrote something on it. She folded it and handed it to him. When he opened it out he saw that it was her phone number and address.
She gathered her books together and stood up.
“Stop over sometime. For a drink, or something?” She licked her lips, picked up her purse, and sauntered across the grass to a parking lot.
“Ooh, now that is tasty,” Dean said from behind Sam, making his younger brother jump slightly.
“Dean!” Sam’s voice squeaked in surprise.
“Sorry, little brother,” Dean said. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Yeah, sure you didn’t,” Sam said, not caring about his sarcasm. “You just like doing that.”
“Tormenting my little brother? Isn’t that what big brothers are supposed to do?”
Sam audibly sighed. He shook his head, and went back to the copse of trees to get his knapsack with the laptop.
“I’ll stop by her place before you’re even up tomorrow night,” Sam told Dean as he headed back the Impala.
“Don’t forget the condoms,” Dean called after him.
“Bitch.”
When Sam was out of earshot, Dean smiled after his brother, “Jerk.”
~*~
Sam was barely inside Emma’s little apartment when she rushed into him and kissed him full on the lips. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and he shrugged out of it, and let it fall to the floor. Still kissing, they made their way into her living room, and onto her couch.
Sam broke the kiss when she reached for his buttons.
“Are you sure you’re safe here?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, hooking her fingers into his belt loops and pulling him closer to her.
“This killer - there’s usually three nights that it strikes,” Sam started.
“Right, the full moon thing,” she said, standing up on her tip-toes, and nibbling his neck.
“This is the last night of the full moon,” he said. “And since the killer hasn’t been around the last two...”
“You think he might come for me?” she asked, incredulous. “Wow, that’s uhm... I’m flattered, Sam, but why would you think - ”
“You’re the killer’s type, brunette, college student, female,” Sam said, admiring her in her tight knit top, and could see the curves her x`bulky sweater had hid. She licked her lips, and Sam bent his head down to kiss them.
She pressed herself against him, and he responded to her. He cupped her buttocks and pressed her to him, while deepening the kiss. She moaned into his mouth and began unbuttoning his shirt, as she’d planned to when Sam first came through the door. Once unbuttoned, she ran her hands up his finely-toned chest, and pushed his shirt off his shoulders.
He ran his hands up her back, under her shirt, and unhooked her bra. She lifted her arms so he could take off her top. She broke the kiss as he lifted her shirt over her head, and his own shirt slid down his arms onto the floor.
He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her into the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned down to kiss him again. They fell together on the bed, each tugging each other’s jeans off.
He kissed every inch of her, savoring the wild, musky sent of her, and she moaned and clutched at the sheets as his fingers explored the very depths of her body. Her fingertips traced lines across his body as they moved together, moaning against each other.
He fumbled with the condom wrapper, but she steadied his hand and teased him with her fingers has she unrolled it down his hard, long length.
He watched her face as he entered her, and moved inside her, slowly at first, then quicker. Without losing a beat, he flipped them over, so she was astride him. His hands held her hips as they moved. When she came, she screamed in pleasure and collapsed, sweaty, onto his chest. With one more thrust, he released deep inside her, and the moaned at the sensation.
She rested her head on Sam’s chest, and listened to his heart beating, and his breathing returning to normal.
“Sam,” she said, not moving her head from its warm comfortable position.
“Hmm?” he asked, his voice sounding like a rumble in his chest.
Reluctantly, she rolled off his warm body on to the cool sheets next to him. Propping herself up on the pillows, she said, “I have something I need to tell you.”
~*~
It was just after sunset. Dean crouched on the rocks in the trees where he could see the whole park. He had a bad feeling about this werewolf, and the one thing that kept crossing his mind was that if he knew the werewolf was out there, the werewolf knew there was a vampire lurking. And that really sucked big time.
It was a quiet night; Dean opened his senses, and at the moment there was nothing. But only at that moment. In the next, he heard a familiar voice next him.
“You’re up early,” she said.
Dean turned to Maya.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Sam’s fine,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder, reassuring him.
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right,” he said. “I’m the big brother. I’m supposed to worry.” Maya was silent, and Dean continued. “I know it’s out there. And I’m sure it knows I’m out here too.”
“I feel sorry for them,” Maya admitted.
“You feel sorry for werewolves?”
“It’s an awful change to go through, just for three days a month. And I’m sure it wreaks havoc on someone’s physical body. And they have no recollection of what they do in wolf form.”
“Wow,” Dean said, “you think you know a girl...”
“Speaking of which,” Maya said, gently urging Dean back on to the rock. She straddled him, her little skirt pooling on his jeans. She leaned into him and kissed him teasingly on the lips, they nipped them with a fang. He let out a low growl, and kissed her back deeply, maneuvering them back into a sitting position, with Maya on his lap. He ran one hand up her leg and under her skirt. He broke the kiss.
“Huh. No panties tonight...were you expecting to seduce me?”
“It’s worked before,” she whispered in his ear, and then nibbled it.
“Twice,” Dean admitted, crushing her lips to his. Her hands expertly undid his jeans.
“Uhm, Maya?” he said, around the kiss.
“Hmm?” she asked, moving his jeans down just a little, and teasing his sensitive parts with her fingernails. He moaned, and pried his lips from hers.
“This is a public park,” he said.
“It’s after dark. No one comes here but you and Sammy after dark. Everyone’s taken heed of the warnings that the killer might still be around.”
“Emma was here after dark,” Dean pointed out.
“And she’s with Sammy,” Maya reminded him.
“Right,” Dean agreed. And kissed her again. She slid down his lap top finish unzipping his jeans, and tease him again with her fingertips.
She stroked the whole length of him, and he groaned into her mouth. She moved up on his lap, and paused, just above him. He was ready for her, and holding on to her waist, he thrust upwards, and claimed her then. They moved together, not noticing they were leaning on a rock, in the middle of a campus park. At one point, she tore her mouth away from his, threw her head back and just about screamed in delight.
They watched each other, not breaking eye contact, even as his hands explored her soft smooth skin under her little t-shirt. They moved together, until she couldn't control the energy anymore. She cried out his name, bared her fangs, and sunk them into his neck. A moment later, he bit her neck as he came, and drank in her warmth.
When he had drank his fill, he retracted his fangs, and kissed her neck. She was watching him when he lifted his head again. She cupped his face in both hands, and kissed his blood-stained lips tenderly.
Dean froze. Something wasn’t right.
“I need to go,” he said. She eased herself gently from him, and he slid off the rock and fixed his jeans.
“What is it?” she asked, although she suspected.
“Sammy,” Dean said, and was gone.
Maya sat cross-legged on the rock where Dean had just been. She traced her fingers over the crags and corners. They were good for each other, she thought. She’d made him see that not all creatures of the night were evil; he made her feel human after countless centuries.
She wondered what would happen when he got to Emma’s place.
~*~
Sam propped himself up on his elbow against the pillow. He stroked her cheek and arm with the back of his fingers, and then rested his fingertips on her arm.
“What is it?” he asked softly.
“I - ” she suddenly went still, and turned away from him, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Emma, what’s wrong?” Sam sat up and reached for her. She stood up, keeping her back to him.
“Stay back, Sam,” she warned. It seemed to Sam he heard a growl in her voice. But what was so important to her?
“Emma - ” Sam started, but remained on the bed. He briefly wondered if he shouldn’t be slowly backing off the bed and out of the room, but something kept him anchored to the mattress.
He looked up at her creamy smooth skin, and swore he saw it ripple.
“What the - ” he said softly under his breath, and then mentally kicked himself. Of course she was never in any danger from the werewolf - she was the wolf! Slowly he backed off the bed and felt behind him for his clothes, and with a brief glance to make sure that it was his, he pulled on his jeans and shirt.
But - oh god! - she was changing into something furry right before his eyes. She heard his movement, turned back towards him and snarled. She had a mouthful of sharp canine fangs, her hair had become disheveled as her face changed slightly, and her eyes glowed red.
Behind him, Sam heard the outer door open, and a moment later Dean came through the doorway, eyes glowing gold, gun raised and aimed at Emma.
“Dean!” Sam cried out, his voice full of all the mixed feelings he felt about her.
Emma looked at Dean, and saw his eyes. She snarled and growled, and lunged for him. He fired the silver bullet he’d loaded the gun with, and it hit home right through her heart. The force of the shot hurled her back against the wall. She slammed into it, and then slid down to the floor. As she did so, she changed, returning to her human features again.
Sam vaulted the bed and knelt next to her. He held her head in his hand, and looked at her face. She weakly opened her eyes, which had returned to their human blue color, and looked at Sam, with an expression of relief on her face. Dean came over and crouched on her other side.
Emma turned her head towards him, saw his eyes were still gold, with a hint of fang showing between his lips.
She slowly reached up her hand, and placed it against his cheek. It was an odd action to show the person who just shot you, Dean thought.
“You’re one of them,” she hissed, and her eyes flashed red, but only for an instant. Her hand went slack on Dean’s face, and then it dropped limply. She was dead.
Sam bowed his head over her for a moment. He closed his eyes, holding back the tears that threatened spill out. While he had only known her for a few days, Sam had just slept with her, and Dean didn’t even think about shooting her.
“Too bad they don’t dissolve when you kill ‘em,” Dean said, standing up again. He pulled a sheet off the bed and covered her with it.
“Dissolve when you kill ‘em? Dean, this isn’t Buffy,” Sam snapped back. Well, that’s just Dean for you, he thought.
“Close enough,” Dean smiled. His fangs had retracted, but his eyes were still slightly tinged gold.
“Dean, how are we going to explain the body?” Sam asked, concerned. They didn’t want to be the ones leaving the bodies around for someone to get suspicious about.
Dean hesitated a moment, and then looked at the gun he used. It wasn’t anything special, just a gun his father had given him for emergencies. He used the corner of the sheet covering her, and wiped his prints thoroughly from the gun, and then placed it in her hand. Using the sheet, he held the gun in her right hand, and aimed it across the room.
“Dude, you remember she’s right handed?”
Dean looked up. “She wrote her name and number on a piece of paper just last night.”
And he fired the gun into the far wall.
~*~
“Hey Dean?” Sam asked that night in the car.
“I’m fine, Sam,” Dean replied, sounding distracted.
“I was only going to ask if you knew where we were headed.” Sam tried not to snap at Dean’s response. Dean fiddled with the radio, then looked over at Sam in the passenger seat. His eyes glowed, and his fangs had emerged to rest on his lips.
“Of course not.”
After a moment, Sam spoke again.
“Don’t do this to yourself, Dean.”
“Do what? That could be me some day.”
“Dean,” Sam said neutrally.
“You heard what she said - I’m one of them,” Dean said, a bitter edge in his voice.
“Dean, no.”
Dean glanced over at Sam in the passenger seat, his eyes back to their hazel color. Turning back to the road, he chuckled wryly. “You sound like me.”
“Huh,” Sam said, and looked out the window at the passing scenery.
“Yeah, you sound like me,” Dean confirmed. “Only one more thing you need to know, Sammy.” Dean said, reaching for his tape collection and being unsuccessful.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Sam asked, wondering what smart-ass comment his brother would give him.
Dean snickered a moment before speaking.
“Zeppelin rules!”
Got no time to for spreadin’ roots
The time has come to be gone.
And to our health we drank a thousand times,
It’s time to ramble on...
...the story continues in " Maelstrom"
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Supernatural Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2007 by Caren Franco
Only Emma Richelieu and Maya are original. Beta-read by Aphrodite, Valeria, ChevyGirl, JediPrincess, ClarksMuse, and Bodge. Dean and Sam Winchester were created by Eric Kripke, Robert Singer, Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal and Entertainment; Warner Brothers and the CW. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. “Hungry Like the Wolf” from “Rio” by Duran Duran, ©1982. “Ramble On” from “Led Zeppelin II” by Led Zeppelin, ©1969.