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ladywinchester1967 · 6 years ago

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Off The Beaten Path I Reign

Chapter 1: Frozen Heart

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Katlynn “Kat” Roberts (OFC).

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Katlynn Roberts

Warnings: Language, drinkings, SMUT, oral: female receving, P in V sex, unprotected sex ((wrap it up IRL kids)), canon type violence, mentions of past trauma, blood (nothing too gory).

A/N: AS PROMISED HERE IT IS!!! This is my child; my down fall, my muse, my worst distraction, my rhythm and blues. This is the first chapter in a BRAND NEW series for ya’ll; so the tag list is WIDE open. These chapters are gonna be long, so grab a snack and/or a drink before you settle down. Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are NOT. With no further delay, let’s begin!

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Chapter 1: Frozen Heart

“Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining, this icy force both foul and fair has a frozen heart worth mining. There's beauty and there's danger here, split the ice apart! Beware the frozen heart...”

It had been a hectic Friday night, that was for sure, Katlynn Roberts reflected as she wiped down the last of her tables for the night. She still had one teenage couple in her section that looked like they were wrapping up. She ran over her to do list in her head; roll silverware, tip out the bus boy and then she was home free. She put her dish towel in the dirty bucket and check on the couple once again.

“You guys still doing okay? Anyone want another refill?” she asked brightly.

“One more Coke,” the guy said “and the check please.”

“Sure, you got it.” Kat said and took the guy's cup “One check or two?”

“One please.” the girl piped up with a smile.

“Okay, be back in second with both of those.” Kat said and turned on her heel. She printed out the check, then refilled the guy's glass and walked back to them.

“Here ya go,” she said, sitting the items down “no rush, you guys go pay at the register whenever you're ready. Let me go ahead and take some of these dishes out of your way.”

The couple nodded as Kat did just that then went into the kitchen, leaving the dishes near the sink. When she came back, the couple was at the register paying and she quickly cleaned and cleared their table. She made her way up to the register after they left, claimed her tips for the night and then grabbed the plastic bin that held the paper napkins and paper napkin rings and a bunch of silverware.

“Kat, wait!” she heard a voice call and she turned. Her co-worker, Julia, held up a different plastic bin and said “I got a bin ready for you.”

“Aw, bless you my dear!” Kat said and set the bin she was holding to the side.

“Anything for you Katniss.” Julia said, calling Kat by one of her laundry list of nick names and Kat laughed, taking the bin from her.

Kat walked over and sat down in her section then began to roll the silverware. It was a monotonous task; but it helped her relax after such a busy night. She heard some familiar chords strike up on the piped in music and shook her head, realizing what song it was; “Sex and Candy” by Marcy Playgound. She laughed and began to sway with the beat, lip syncing along with the song. She found it amazing that she could remember the words to a song that was well over twenty years old; but not remember what she did last Tuesday. She blocked out everything that was going on around her, concentrating on the task at while she entertained herself with the song.

After a little bit, she had the curious feeling she was being watched and she looked up and saw a guy looking at her.

However, this was no ordinary guy, this guy was HOT. Not a lot of guys that came through got her attention, but this one had her struggling to remember to breathe. He had brown hair, green eyes, a sharp jawline that was covered by JUST the right amount of scruff and probably the most adorable smile she'd ever seen on a guy.

“Oh great,” she thought “of course, the hottest guy I've ever laid eyes on sees me making a jackass out of myself. Damn 90's one hit wonders and their catchy beats. BASTARDS!” She instantly blushed, which only made him smile even bigger, revealing perfect white teeth.

“Don't mind me,” he said “didn't mean to break your concentration.”

“No big deal,” Kat said, trying to recover some of her dignity “I'm the night time entertainment.”

“This is the show you put on?” He asked and she nodded

“That's why they pay me the big bucks,” she said and held up a roll of silverware “I multitask.”

He chuckled and said

“That's efficiency right there!” he said and she laughed.

She took note of his clothes; he was wearing a leather jacket and plaid shirt, something about it looked familiar, but she couldn't place it right away.

"You know it." she said, her heart thumping in her chest, he was hot AND funny. She watched as another guy sat with him; this one was tall, with long, dark hair. He was also wearing a leather jacket, jeans and boots. He said something to Hot, Funny Guy but Kat couldn't make it out. She looked down at her silverware and continued to nod and move her lips along with the song. When the song was over, it switched to one she didn't know and she looked up. Hot, Funny Guy was looking at her, she blushed and went back to rolling silverware.

“Okay, so he's either gay or just looking for a good time.” Kat thought “A good time wouldn't be bad, but if he's gay, then I'm shit out of luck. Or he has a girlfriend. He probably has a girlfriend. No one THAT good looking is single and straight.”

She finished up the silverware and dared to look up again. He wasn't looking this time but, dear god was he cute. Kat loaded the silverware up into the plastic container and gave it to Julia who said

"That guy was totally flirting with you!"

"I know." Kat told her

"Go say hi!" Julia said

Kat shook her head

“Nah, no way. It'd be a waste of my time.” Kat said

“What makes you say that?” Julia asked, looking shocked.

“Well, he looks like he strolled out of a magazine and I look like you could fry chicken on my forehead because it's so greasy.” Kat said

“All's I'm saying is that he is totally checking you out and you should tap that. I say it because I love you." Julia said

"Is he really?" Kat asked, secretly excited.

"Yes," Julia said "if he stares any longer, you'll be Swiss cheese."

Kat rolled her eyes

"I'll think about it, in the meantime, I'm gonna clock out and get something to eat." Kat said

"Okay." Julia said and took the silverware from Kat.

The hot, funny guy watched as the Singing Girl with dark hair stood by the bar talking to a taller brunette. She had a round shaped face, striking emerald green eyes that were slightly too large for her face, a small, button nose and luscious pink lips. She was petite, probably no more than five feet tall, wearing jeans, non slip black shoes and a t-shirt that had the diner's logo plastered on it with her hair back in a braided bun.

She turned around and walked to the back of the restaurant as he caught a glimpse of her from behind. She had a medium sized waist, however, it was her butt and thighs that had his attention.

“Holy. Shit. Nice ass.” he thought, smirking. Dirty thoughts raced through his head as she walked away.

“Hello?” the tall guy asked “Earth to Dean”

Dean snapped out of his trance and asked

“Sorry Sam, what were you babbling about?”

“Um, the case we're here to work,” Sam said “Unless you have other ideas.”

“Did you see that girl?” Dean asked Sam “She's really pretty.”

“You finding a girl attractive?” Sam asked, his voice dripping was sarcasm “There's an odd concept.”

“Listen, just because I like to mix work and pleasure doesn't make me a bad person” Dean said “If you lightened up and got laid every once in a while you wouldn't be so,” he searched for the words as the waitress brought over the coffee that had ordered “I don't know, you.”

“Can I get you fellas anything to eat?” the waitress asked.

“Just coffee for right now,” Sam said with a smile “Thank you though.”

Their waitress, the one had been talking to the Singing Girl, gave Sam a flirtatious grin and said

“You boys need anything just let me know, my name is Julia”

“Actually, I have one quick question,” Dean said “if you have a second.”

“Sure.” Julia said

“The short, dark haired girl,” Dean said “the one you were talking to?”

“Yeah?” Julia asked, her eyes brightening

“Is she single?” Dean asked and Julia nodded

“VERY,” Julia said “she thinks you're cute AND she's just about to clock out to eat at the bar. She does the same thing every night.”

“Julia, you're my new favorite person.” Dean said with a smile, tipping his coffee cup to her.

Julia blushed and giggled as she walked away

“See? She's into you.” Dean said

Sam rolled his eyes and added sugar to his coffee

“We have a case to solve,” Sam said “which is why we're here. Three mysterious deaths in a month?”

“Yeah, but that doesn't narrow down what it is” Dean said as he drank his coffee “The sheriff said it was campers and we didn't find any hex bags or sulfur at the scene when we checked it out.”

“That DOES narrow it down” Sam said “We know we're not dealing with a witch or demons, plus there was no EMF so it definitely isn't a ghost or vengeful spirit”

“So we're looking for a creature?” Dean asked “Fan-friggin-tastic.” The Singing Girl emerged from the back of the restaurant with her purse and jacket over her shoulder.

“Speaking of fan-friggin-tastic.” Dean said and smiled. She was looking down at her phone so she didn't meet his eyes.

Sam huffed

“Jesus, fine. Go get laid.”

“Jealousy never was a good look on your face Sammy” Dean said with a wink.

Kat sat down at the bar, after checking her Instagram and Julia asked

“What're we having tonight?”

“Chicken soup and double cherry pie.” Kat said

“The dinner of champions?” Julia chided and Kat nodded “Coming right up.”

Kat felt a presence next to her and looked up to see Hot, Funny Guy standing there.

“How's the pie here?” he asked

“The double cherry is the best in three counties,” Kat told him “you want a slice?”

“Hell yeah!” Hot, Funny Guy said “But only if I get to sit with you.”

“Smooth.” Kat thought and smiled “Sure,” she said and motioned to the empty seat next to her “pop a squat.”

“There's one I haven't heard before” Hot, Funny Guy said as he sat down “I'm Dean, by the way.” he stuck his hand out.

“Katlynn,” she said and took his hand “everyone calls me Kat.”

His palms were rough in hers; a working man's hands, she noted as they shook hands.

“Julia, can you get Dean a slice of double cherry pie please?” Kat asked

“That's the last slice, I'll have you know.” Julia said as she grabbed another plate and handed them each one. They both dug in as Kat's soup arrived and Dean groaned.

“Oh my god,” he said “this is amazing!”

“Right?!” Kat asked “I wasn't lying when I said best in three counties was I?”

“Nope!” Dean said and dug back in.

They fell into an easy and flirtatious conversation with lots of long glances and half smirks. Kat was no where close to wanting the night to end.

"So, Dean, what brings you to this part of Texas?" Kat asked

"Work." he said simply

"I'm so sorry," she said and he looked at her "It's boring out this way." she added

"I don't know," he said "I'm liking it so far." and looked at her.

"What're you doing after you finish that pie?" Kat asked

"Well I was gonna go back to my motel and crash, unless you have a better idea." Dean said

"That depends, do you play pool?" She asked

"Oh, I don't just play," Dean said "I own it."

Kat raised her eye brows and clicked her tongue

"Really? That sounds like a challenge." she said

"You play?" He asked

"Yep, and I play to win." she said

Someone cleared their throat and they looked up, it was the tall guy.

"I already paid, you coming?" Tall Guy asked Dean

"Kat, this is my brother Sam." Dean said

"Nice to meet you Sam," Kat said brightly "Dean and I were going to shoot some pool, want to come?"

"No, thank for the invitation but I'm tired." Sam said

"See ya Sammy." Dean said with a wink.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to go change out of these work clothes and then we'll go" Kat said

"Okay, I'll wait." Dean said.

Kat grabbed her bag and went into the ladies' room.

She shut herself in a stall and changed out of her work uniform and she put on a gray tank top, tied a red and black plaid shirt over it, jeggings and ankle boots. She quickly brushed her hair and put her uniform into her bag. Once she was out of the stall, she swished some mouthwash around in her mouth and spit it out. She sprayed on some perfume and checked in the mirror, she looked good. After taking a deep breath, she grabbed her bag and left the bathroom. She found Dean right where she'd left him and asked

"Ready to go?"

He turned around he smiled

"Sure am." and got up. Kat looked over her shoulder to see Julie mouthing "call me later!" At her. Kat stifled a laugh and followed behind Dean.

Dean and Kat wandered across the road to a pool hall. When they walked in, there were a good amount of people at the bar, a few of the bartenders greeted Kat. She waved back and then they found an empty pool table. Dean walked up to the bar and said to one of the bartenders, a large, barrel chested man with a salt a pepper crew cut, a thick, black mustache and eyebrows that matched the mustache.

“A beer for me, and whatever she normally has.” motioning to Kat.

“You're in luck,” the bartender said “she normally has beer too. We'll bring it out.”

“Thank you.” Dean said and walked back over to Kat who had set her purse and jacket at one of the high top tables.

"I'm going to warn you, I'm really good at this." Kat said as she grabbed her stick.

"So am I." Dean said as he racked up the balls.

"How about a friendly wager?" Kat asked and Dean raised his eyebrow.

"What did you have in mind?" He asked, taking his beer as the bartender brought it over.

"Ten bucks from both of us, winner take all." Kat said, grabbing her beer.

"Anything else?" He asked, taking a sip from his bottle

"Possibly." Kat said with a mischievous grin, and took a few big gulps of beer.

"You're on." Dean said and grabbed a ten out of his wallet. Kat counted out ten dollars from her tips and put it on the table.

"You want to break?" Dean asked

"Sure." Kat said and grabbed the white ball. Dean moved the triangle away from the balls and Kat broke them up, the red solid ball going into a corner pocket. "I'm solids." she said.

"Okay, just shoot." Dean said playfully

"You're not getting worried, are you?" Kat asked

Dean shook his head

"Not at all."

Kat set up her shot and sank a solid green ball into the side pocket. Dean watched as she moved efficiently around the pool table; each of her steps seemed more like she was gliding rather than walking. She had and easy grace in her movements; from the way her hips swayed, to how nimbly she moved the pool stick in her hands. She aimed for the solid yellow one but missed.

"Your turn." Kat said and moved away. Dean took his shot and sunk it in effortlessly.

The game went back and forth pretty quickly and Dean hadn't lied, it was REALLY good. She studied him as he moved; he was easily six feet tall, he had freckles spread across his face, long eyelashes and sinfully full lips. The feature she was most interested in, however, were his eyes. They seemed to change from a bright green to a golden green. He lined up a particularly difficult shot, biting his bottom lip as he concentrated.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” she thought

“There’s no way you’re making that.” she said

He looked up and gave her a panty melting, devilish smirk.

“Oh ye of little faith.” he quipped.

Julia had been right, it had been a long time since she’d been laid. He seemed to be into her, otherwise he wouldn’t be here. He was undoubtedly hot; sex on bowed legs if she was perfectly honest with herself. He wasn’t wearing a ring, he flirted with her like he was unattached. She watched as he took the shot and made it, her mouth dropped open and he said

“What can I say? I’m good.” with a cocky grin.

“Yeah, yeah hot shot.” she said, faking annoyance but she was secretly impressed. The game went on as did the flirting between Dean and Kat, she made a particularly difficult shot and he said

“Damn, you ARE good! You're giving me a run for my money!”

She held the pool stick in one hand and twirled a piece of loose hair between the fingers of her other hand.

“I TOLD you I was good.” she insisted as he moved closer to her.

“Yeah, but when most people say that,” he said, standing inches from her, she could feel his body heat and smell his cologne “they're bluffing.”

She looked up at him with a small grin playing on her lips

“MOST being the operative word.” she challenged, still twirling the end of her hair between her fingers. He smiled, his tongue barely grazing over his bottom lip.

“Yeah, you're right.” he said and walked past her, his the finger tips of his free hand, brushing the back of her hand that was holding the pool stick. Her cheeks flushed pink as she made a half turn, his back was to her. She noted that he had strong, broad shoulders and briefly wondered if the freckles on his face also dotted his shoulders. He turned to the side and she got a good, long look at his backside as he bent over the table to take his shot.

“Good lord.” she mumbled to herself. In that moment, she knew she was in trouble.

They ordered more beer and Kat was starting to lose. Disgruntled and a little tipsy, she concentrated on making her next shot, biting her lower lip. She heard him audibly sigh and she looked up. He had an intensely sexual look on his face and she smiled at him.

“If you take a picture handsome, it'll last longer.” she told him and he laughed as she took her shot and missed. “God damn it!” she yelled and he sauntered over to take his shot.

“Tough luck there princess.” He teased

“I'm no princess,” she quipped “I'm the queen; I got my shit handled.”

He chuckled, took his shot and sank it easily.

The song on the piped in music switched to one that had been popular when she was in high school. It had a stupidly catchy beat and in her inebriated state, she started to move her hips and head as she moved around the table, watching line up his next shot. However, he was distracted by her dancing, she could certainly move.

“You gonna take your shot or what?” she teased and he gave her a full grin as he walked over to her and got close, his fingers barely brushing her hip.

“Quit shaking your ass and I might be able to.” He said

She smiled and bit her lip

“Nah, I'm not gonna do that.” She said

“Well then we have a problem,” he said “I can't take my shot, you won't quit dancing and you're distracting me.”

She raised her eyebrows and shrugged

“Oh, how ever could we solve THAT problem?” she asked, giving him a suggestive grin.

“I'm not sure, any ideas?” he asked

She was sure he had PLENTY of ideas in that mind of his, but he may have been trying to feel her out to make sure they were on the same page.

"How about we up the stakes on this game?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh?" He asked as she moved closer

"If I win, we play another round. Double or nothing." Kat said, half sitting on the pool table

"If I win?" He asked

Her heart pounded, liquid courage pumping through her veins. The sexual tension between them was palpable.

"That's up to you." she said and bit her lip

“Oh fuck.” he thought, every dirty thought he'd had about her all evening bubbled to the surface. It was now or never.

"If I win, we get out of here." he said

“SCORE!” She thought

Kat pretended to mull this over

"Okay." she said

"You're on." he said

"Good luck." she said, standing up right

He lined up his shot again and she waited. He took it and missed. He hung his head in defeat and she laughed

"Aw, nice try!" She exclaimed as he moved away

"Yeah, yeah." he said, mentally kicking himself. He'd officially blown it with her.

Kat lined up her shot and sunk in her last ball. She looked up at him, smiling and he was giving her a flirtatious smirk.

"Okay, double or nothing right?" He asked, reaching for his wallet.

"I changed my mind," she said and he looked at her as she set her pool stick aside and walked over to him. "Keep your money, let's get out of here."

"We'll get out of here but you won fair and square." he said and handed her the cash.

"Nah, keep your money,” she said “I had to entice you to play me some how.”

“Well, you could've just asked.” he said, grabbing the ten he had laid out

“Honestly, where's your sense of adventure?” she asked him and he laughed. She loved how his eyes crinkled up when he laughed. Deciding to have some fun, and also to see if this guy was worth his salt she said “Though before we go,” as she grabbed her jacket and purse. He looked at her “there’s something you should probably know about me” she added

“What’s that?” He asked, looking amused and curious at the same time.

She bit her lip, looked down at her shoes and then back up at him

“I’m a virgin.” she said with a shy look on her face. He cocked his head to the side

“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say to that,” he said “I could go cheesy and say “oh I’ll fix that” or some other bullshit.”

Her face broke into a grin and she laughed “Oh my god, I’m kidding!” She exclaimed “I almost couldn’t keep a straight face!”

Realization crossed his face and he started laughing

“You’re fucking with me!” He shouted as he laid down his pool stick and they left the bar. He was pleasantly surprised, most women were either on their best behavior or throwing themselves at him, this one was laughing and joking like they were old friends and flirting with him like crazy. He was into it.

Once they were outside, she said

“Well yeah, what fun is it if you can’t mess with someone?”

He shrugged

“You have a point there, you almost had me.” He said

“And what if I was?” She asked him

He gave her another shrug

“I’d say if you were up for it, okay, cool. We’ll go. If you weren’t, again, cool. Whatever.” He said

Kat smiled and said

"I'm just around the corner from here."

"Lead the way." he said and they set off.

After walking about half a block, they came to a small apartment building and Kat said

"Here we are."

They walked up the flight of stairs and to the end of the hallway where Kat fished her keys out of her pocket. She unlocked the door to apartment number 8 and they walked in. She turned on the kitchen light. He shut the door behind them and Kat dropped her purse and jacket on the table. They looked at each other for a split second and then she closed the gap between them.

"Well now what?" She asked

"I think we're on the same page." he said, tentatively stretching his hands out toward her. She nodded and he put his hands on her hips. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him. The full lips she’d been fantasizing about for the last two hours were warm and soft of hers as her arms traveled up his and rested on his shoulders. He opened his mouth and kissed her again, firmer this time. Without warning, he picked her up wrapping her legs around his waist, kissing her over and over again. She ran her hands through his hair as her lips met his.

"Straight back." she told him as he carried her out of the kitchen and into her dark bedroom. He kicked the door shut with his foot and sat her on the bed. The bedroom was bathed in light coming from the street lamp outside. She made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt while he reached down and untied the knot her shirt was in. She shrugged out of it and he tossed it aside. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and revealed a black shirt under the plaid. He pulled the black shirt off and revealed his bare chest. On his chest was a tattoo that looked like a pentagram with sun rays around it and she gasped.

"What?" He asked

She stared wide eyed at him

"Why do you have an anti-possession tattoo?" She asked

His face went from lust filled to serious

"What?" He asked

"Are you a hunter?" Kat asked, still staring at his tattoo.

"What do you know about hunters?" he asked and backed away from her. Kat stood up and turned around, moving her hair off of her shoulder to show off her back.

She had the same symbol tattooed on her shoulder blade.

"I'm one too." she said when she turned around "Who are you, really?"

"Dean is my real name," He said "My last name is Winchester"

She stared at him, her mouth agape. The Winchester name was a well known in the hunting community, they were practically legends. She'd heard countless stories about them, but when it came to Dean, the stories were from female hunters and usually included the phrase “best night of my life” somewhere in there. She pushed those stories out of her mind and asked

"YOU'RE Dean Winchester? Didn't you die a few years ago?”

He laughed

“Yeah, didn't really stick.” he answered, a flash of something dark crossed his expression before he gave her another heart stopping grin.

“So, now what?" she asked

Dean blinked and asked

"I don't know, are we still doing this or?"

Kat laughed

"Yeah, we definitely are." she said, she knew she would kick herself forever if she let the sex god get away without seeing if he lived up to the hype.

"Awesome." he said and closed the gap between them, taking her face in his hands and kissing her.

She laid back on the bed, pulling him on top of her as he kissed her over and over again. His lips worked their way down her jaw and neck. He kissed his way up to her ear and then asked

"What do you like?"

Her eyes went wide.

"What?" She asked. He pulled back, repeated the question and she asked "Wait, you actually CARE about what I like?"

He looked confused

"Um, yeah?" He asked, not sure where she was going with that and he told her so.

"No, I'm just surprised," she said "It's much appreciated"

"So, what do you like?" He asked his finger tracing her cheek. Proper brain function has ceased for half a second, the feeling of those rough hands on her face made her wonder what else he could do with them. Getting her mind out of the gutter, she spoke

"Um, I mean I like being on top and bottom. Nothing super rough." She managed to say

"What about going down?" He asked

"Giving or receiving?" She asked

"Both." he said

"Neither is my cup of tea." she said, suddenly uneasy.

"Neither? Really?" He asked, surprised.

"No offense, but most guys have no clue what they're doing when they get down there, then I'm left staring at my watch or the ceiling," She told him “And I have issues with going down on guys, that I'd rather not get into at this moment.”

"Mind if I try on you?" He asked "Worse case, if you start looking at your watch, just say so and we'll do something else. You don't have to worry about reciprocating. It's nice, I don't expect it though.”

Jesus Christ, so far he WAS living up to the hype.

"Okay." she said and kissed him.

“Holy shit.” she thought as he kissed his way down her body. She pulled her shoes and socks off and then pulled off her jeggings, casting them aside. He admired her thick, creamy thighs as he bit his lip. She slowly pulled her panties off, throwing them aside. She scooted up the bed so that she was laying against the pillows, her legs bent at the knee. He crawled across the bed, sat up on his knees and parted her legs. He picked one leg up and kissed from her inner knee, to her inner thigh, her leg going over his shoulder as he lowered himself down, kissing to the apex of her thighs, her knees going weak. He threw her other leg over his shoulder as a chill ran up her spine. She drew a shaky breath as she felt his mouth close over her wet hole, as if he was kissing her there. She inhaled sharply, feeling his tongue move in slow circles inside her, making her eyes go wide; the intensity surprising her.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned out, the delicious sensation, washing over her. He flicked his tongue over and over on her, making her cry out, his fingertips pressing into her thighs. He swirled his tongue around faster, her hips rocking against him.

“You taste good,” he told her as he lapped up her taste “so sweet.”

"Mhhhh," she cried out, biting her lip. "Yes, yes, oh god!" she moaned out, his tongue going from her entrance up to her clit, zig zagging it as he did so. She cried out again, her head practically spinning.

"Dean!" she managed to choke out

He picked his head up "You good?” he asked

Something, again, no one had ever cared enough to make sure of. Her eyes met his and she nodded. Satisfied, he dipped his head back and her mouth dropped open.

"There's NO way this is an act," she thought, his tongue going back to work on her "Either that, or it is and this guy deserves an Academy Award."

His tongue went from side to side, she felt his hand slide up her thigh, his fingers gently touching her clit while he moved his tongue. Kat tilted her head back, moaning as heat rolled over her body. She cried out and arched her back, gripping the pillow by her head.

"I'm gonna-" she couldn't finish the sentence, the intensity of his touch and tongue overwhelmed her and she cried out again, the tense passion in her lower abdomen coming undone as she let go. He picked his head up as she breathed hard, her nerves humming loudly.

"Oh my god!" she said and her eyes met his, he was smirking.

"I'm not done with you yet." he said and unzipped his pants. She stifled a giggle of excitement, if he could do that with his mouth, God only knew what he could do with the rest of his body. He kicked off his boots, pants and boxer briefs as he kissed his way back up her body, his hard member grazing her inner thigh. Their lips met and she spread her legs open. He tentatively pushed just inside of her, his tongue meeting hers. He gently moved his hips back and forth, pushing further into her as he went. She moaned against his mouth, her hands moving up his arms, to his shoulders and finally meeting behind his head. He pushed all the way in her, filling her and she slipped her tongue in his mouth. He moved his hips back and forth at a steady pace inside her as her fingers tangled in his thick hair she'd wanted to grab since she laid eyes on him. He moaned against her mouth as she hooked her leg around his hips and rolled, bringing her on top of him. If he was going to show off, so would she. She let her hands slide up and down his bare chest and stomach, grazing over every defined muscle as she rocked her hips back and forth on top of him. His hands slid up her thighs, coming to a rest on her hips as he tilted his head back with a sigh. She moved her hands over his, getting his attention, as her hands slid up her body. Over her stomach, her breasts and shoulders and she placed her hands in her hair as she moved her hips faster, moaning. She tilted her body back, giving him a good, long look at her. He snapped up, his arms around her, kissing her furiously.

"You're gorgeous." he murmured against her mouth. She responded by kissing him hard, her hands sliding from his chest to the back of his neck. His hands roamed from her hips to the small of her back. He laid them flat, pressing her all the way down on him as she let out a whimper. She placed her knees firmly on the bed, on either side of his hips, raising her body up and pressing her chest into his. He slid his hands down and cupped her behind in his hands. He noted it was the perfect balance between firm and soft as he pressed his fingertips into her flesh. Her lips left his mouth and she kissed down his jaw line and neck as she pressed and pulled her hips into him. She kissed down his neck and shoulders, noting she was right about the freckles on his shoulders and grazed his flesh with her teeth. He let out a growl and rolled her on to her back, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder. From this position, it was impossible for her to hold on any more. She warned him as much as she could and he gently kissed her chest.

"Come" he said

"Jesus H. Christ" she thought

With that, she let go again, the shock waves reverberated through her body as she cried out in a tone she didn't recognize has her own. He moaned, letting go inside her. When he was done, he rolled off of her and laid beside her as they caught their breath. Kat couldn't decide if it was because it had been so long or because it was THAT good, but she felt like she had gotten some kind of sexual achievement.

She grinned stupidly as she looked at him, he was grinning too.

"You're good." she told him

"So are you," he said "Like, really good"

They caught their breath and she asked

"You want a beer or something?"

"Sure." he said

She got up and pulled on a fresh pair of panties and a long sleeved shirt she slept in and went to go retrieve beer from her fridge.

When she got back, Dean had pulled on his shirt and underwear, they sat on her bed, his back against the headboard and her sitting cross legged beside him.

"So, you're a hunter?" He asked, his fingers running over the back of her hand.

"I'm semi-retired,” she told him "My parents were hunters, I didn't realize what they actually did until I was five or six. They told me they were traveling sales people so I spent a lot of time with my parents' friends, who were retired hunters."

"So, what happened?" Dean asked, his fingers stopping.

"My parents were killed by demons," she told him "the demons kidnapped me and my parents fell right into a trap to get me back."

Dean stared as Kat recalled the details.

"They tortured my parents and made me watch." she told him.

"No." Dean said, shocked

Kat nodded

“They were done so they left me tied to a chair in an abandoned warehouse with my dead parents. Security guards found me a few hours later because someone had reported screaming from inside. They called it a double murder and kidnapping, but I knew what happened. I couldn't tell anyone, but I knew. In the back of that police car, I swore revenge. I'd track down the demons that killed my parents and I'd avenge my parent's death. Leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe, know what I mean?”

"But I'm guessing that didn't go as planned" Dean said

"No, not right away." She said and rolled on to her back, her head turned toward him. "My parents were killed when I was eight, all of my close relatives are dead and I don't have any siblings so I was put in the care of my third cousins in Tulsa, Oklahoma. So I moved out there and," she paused and searched for the right words

"And what?" Dean asked

"Things took a pretty quick nosedive," she said "I can't put it any more gently than that."

"What happened?" Dean asked

"Well, it turns out that Aunt Chloe and Uncle Kevin, that's what they told me to call them, only took me in so they could collect more government assistance and were heavy drug users. Any money they got was blown on drugs.” She bit her lip and looked back at him, his face unreadable. It looked like a mixture of rage and something else she couldn't understand; pity maybe?

"Everything I went through; the nights I went to bed cold and hungry, the teasing I got from other kids, every forgotten birthday, all I could think about was one day I would become a hunter and kill the demons that had landed me here. I saved up every bit of pocket money I could scrounge up or hide from Chloe and Kevin. I had a teacher, Mrs. Morris, that helped me get in contact with some hunters and I found a couple, Shannon and Dave, that knew my parents and they offered to take me in and teach me hunting. When I turned eighteen, I packed what few things I had, ran away and never looked back. While Shannon and Dave were teaching me to hunt, I earned my keep by helping them out at a bar they owned and helping on cases."

"Did you ever find the demons that killed your parents?" Dean asked

"After thirteen years of searching and killing a hell of a lot of other things along the way, yes I did. Once I killed them, I didn't feel like I needed to do anything else. So, I threw a dart at a map, it landed on Waco, Texas and that's why I'm here now. If a case comes up near by, I'll take it, but I don't leave for very long if I can help it.”

“Why's that?” Dean asked

“I made a life here,” she said “I wanted to get back to the normal I remembered from being a kid.”

Dean sensed a coldness in her words; like she was projecting an image of herself. Something was blocking him from her.

“Reasonable” Dean said with a shrug, deciding to put that thought aside.

"What happened to you?" She asked, seeing something poking out of his shirt sleeve

"What're you talking about?" He asked

"Right here." she asked and touched his shoulder, he rolled the sleeve up; there was an old hand print shaped scar on his shoulder.

"Touched by an angel." he said

"What?" She asked, shocked

"No seriously," he said "Long story."

"Hey, I just spilled my guts here" she said teasingly "I'm kidding, you don't have to tell me anything.”

"It's not something I really like to talk about, but considering what you went though, I guess we had somewhat similar experiences," he said and she looked at him "I went to hell."

"Literally Hell?" She asked and he nodded

"Got my soul ripped out by hell hounds and everything. Nasty business. Anyway, an angel, Castiel, grabbed me by the shoulder and brought me back from Hell." he said.

"What does one DO in hell?" She asked

He mulled it over

"Depends on the person I guess." he said

"Okay, what did YOU do while you were in hell?" She asked

He shook his head, he wasn't talking about that with a stranger.

"I can understand." she said. Something about him made her want to tell him everything; she didn't realize how badly she wanted to tell someone that would understand, but she bit her tongue.

Good time? Sure. Dr. Phil session? Nope. Not happening.

He smirked and she looked at the clock on her bedside table.

"I hate to be a party pooper, but I have a double shift tomorrow. Otherwise I'd suggest you sleep over." she said

"I doubt there'd be much sleeping." he said, a mischievous grin on his face.

"You ain't lying about that," she said with a laugh as she got up "At least let me give you a ride back to your motel."

"You don't have to." he said and finished his beer

"A pair of hunters are in town and you think I'm going to let you walk back in the dark?" She asked as she pulled her clothes back on "You must think I'm an idiot or something."

"Far from it, actually." he said and got dressed.

They walked outside and went around to the back of the apartment building where the parking lot was located.

"Which one is yours?" Dean asked, scanning the vehicles

"That one." she said and nodded to an old model Mustang.

"Holy shit." Dean said as they walked over to it and she laughed

"This is MY baby." she told him, admiring her car's black and chrome exterior.

"Oh, she's a beauty," he said and looked the car over "what is this, a 66?"

"Close," she said and unlocked the doors "she's a '67."

He let out a low whistle

"Same year as my car. What 'cha got under the hood?" He asked as he climbed in

"A 302 V8," she said and cranked the car up. She revved the engine and a huge grin spread across his face. "You have a 67 too?" She asked

"A 67 Chevy Impala," he told her "Damn, she's got some giddy up." he said

"Oh, you have NO idea," she said and put the car in gear "A 67 Impala? This I have to see."

"Where'd you find her?" He asked

"On a hunt with Dave," she said as they took off "We helped this guy take out a pack of werewolves and it was my birthday, so he gave Dave a REALLY good deal on it and we fixed it up."

"How long did it take?" Dean asked as they took off into the night

"Like two years," she said "We worked on it between cases and had to find all the parts. She was a V6, but we upgraded her to a V8."

"Good choice." he said, admiring the pristine interior.

He told her which motel he and Sam were staying at and she pulled into the parking lot.

"Right there, that's my car." he said, pointing to it.

"Jesus H. Christ" she said as she pulled up next to it

"That's my Baby." he said and her mouth dropped open.

"Oh my god." Kat said as she cut off the Mustang and climbed out of it "Oh, she's GORGEOUS" she said, admiring the Impala. She was an 18-foot bad ass and Kat fell in love instantly "Okay, so what do YOU have under the hood?" She asked

"502 big block." he said

"V8?" She asked

He snorted

"Of course." he said and she grinned

"Now you have to crank her up, I want to hear this beast." she said and he smiled

"Hold on, my brother has the keys." he said and went into the motel room, leaving the door open. He came back a few seconds later, with Sam right behind him.

"Nice Mustang." Sam commented as Dean unlocked the driver's side of the Impala.

"Thanks," Kat said "This is my baby" she patted the Mustang fondly

Sam chuckled

"Well this is his baby." he said, nodding to the Impala as Dean cranked her up and revved the engine.

"DAMN, that's loud!" Kat said and Dean grinned

"That's my girl!" He said and cut the engine off

"Excuse me while I try not to drool on your car." she said as he climbed out and shut the door

"No shame." Dean said

"Well, thanks for showing off your baby," Kat said "if you guys need help, you know where to find me"

Sam's widened eyes darted from Dean to Kat and back again

"Relax," Dean said "She's a hunter too."

Sam relaxed and went back inside as Dean stepped closer to Kat

"If I want to see you again before I leave, can I find you at work?" He asked

"Or I could just give you my number." she said

"Works for me." he said

She grabbed a pen out of her purse, took his hand and wrote her number on his palm. Her eyes lingered on his hand for a few seconds longer than they probably should have, remembering how they'd worked magic on her, making her blush. She wrote her name and drew a quick smiley face next to it.

"Cute." he commented

"Just so you don't forget." she said with a smile.

"Not likely." he said

They quickly kissed and then she left. While driving back to her apartment; she texted Julie.

"I'm telling you Sammy, she's PERFECT." Dean said, it was the next day and they were taking a break from researching their case to get something to eat. Wanting to see Kat again, Dean had coaxed Sam into going back to the diner.

"The girl or the car?" Sam asked

"Yes," Dean said "And yes."

"Dean, you just met her, how do you know she's perfect?" Sam asked.

They went into the diner and asked to sit in Kat's section. Kat herself, was busy behind the bar, pouring an older gentleman a cup of coffee. The hostess that had seated them went over to Kat and made her aware her section had been sat. Kat looked up and saw them sitting there. Dean's eyes met hers and her cheeks went a rosy pink.

"God, she is so cute." Dean said, looking at her

"You're going to make me barf and I haven't eaten since this morning." Sam said and looked at the menu.

Kat came over to their table and greeted them warmly as she set silverware and napkins down for them. Today she had her hair up in a bun and was wearing pretty pink lipstick.

"Jose, one of our chefs, is trying out a special chili recipe." She told Dean

"What's in it?" Dean asked

"He calls it Meat Eater Chili; ground beef, bacon and smoked sausage with black beans and onions and a LITTLE chili powder for some kick," she told Dean "Served with a choice of cornbread or Texas toast."

Dean was nearly drooling

"I'll take ALL of the chili you have. I mean all of it, with cornbread." Dean said

“Do you have anything that won't put me in an early grave?” Sam teased and Kat laughed

"We have chicken that we marinate in white wine and Italian spices. You can have it on a sandwich, in a salad, grilled or whatever." she told him

"That sounds amazing" Sam said "I'll take the chicken on a salad, grilled please.”

"What's your side? We have sweet potato fries on special this week" Kat told him

"That sounds really good, thanks Kat." Sam said

"I'll be right back." she said, she winked at Dean and walked away.

Dean looked at his brother with a Cheshire Cat grin on his face and Sam said

"Yeah, she's good."

When she brought over their food, she set it in front of them and said

"Jose wants to know how the chili is, do you guys want anything else?"

"More water please." Sam said

"Coming right up." she said and went to grab the water pitcher. They dug into their food and when Kat came back, they had practically devoured everything. She laughed as she refilled their water glasses and asked

"Everything good here?"

They looked up and nodded, their mouths full of food.

"Good, you two enjoy, I'll be right back" she said and went over to check on her other table. She greeted them just as warmly and smiled at a little boy in the booth down the way from them.

Dean swallowed and said

"See? And she's THAT NICE, all the time."

"How?" Sam asked

Dean shrugged

"Dude, I don't know. She just is." he said

Sam watched as she waved at the little boy who looked really excited to see her.

"Don't look now, but I think you have some competition." Sam said and nodded to the little boy. Dean turned and saw him waving and smiling at Kat.

"Hey Jonah, we're you having today?" She asked him with a grin.

Dean turned back and said

"I better up my game." sarcastically

Sam rolled his eyes

"You might lose to the better man, he has that smiling and waving thing down."

"Shut up Sam." Dean said and finished off his chili.

After they ate, Sam and Dean met Kat at the register.

"Jose!" Kat called and Jose stuck his head out of the kitchen "This is special agent Steven Tyler and his partner Joe Perry. Steven is the guy that ordered the chili."

Jose wandered out of the kitchen and Dean said

"It was phenomenal"

"Thank you!" Jose said "I worked on it for two weeks to get it just right."

"It was amazing!" Dean said as he handed Kat his card.

"Thanks again, glad you guys enjoyed it." Jose said and then went back into the kitchen.

"Who came up with the idea for the chicken?" Sam asked as Kat swiped Dean's card and waited for the receipt to print.

"That was me," Kat said "I tried it at home and the guy that owns the place did too so that's when he decided to let us pitch our food ideas and that's how we keep a rotating menu." the receipt printed and she handed it to Dean for him to sign.

"I might need some more of that chicken before we leave town." Sam said

"Who are you telling? We're coming back for chili." Dean said and signed the receipt and slid Kat some cash for her tip.

"So, can we borrow you for a second?" Sam asked "We need to ask you some questions about the case."

Kat looked at the clock on the wall

"I take my break in like forty-five minutes, does that work?"

"Go ahead Kit Kat, I'll cover." one of the other waitresses, Tanya, said from across the bar.

"Or I could go now" Kat said with a laugh "Thanks Tea."

They went outside and stood over by the Impala

"We think it's a wendigo." Sam said

Kat made a face

"Wendigos are a pain in the ass to hunt." she said

"Yeah and they only come out at night, so that's where our problem is." Dean said

"We think it's holed up in the woods near where those campers went missing," Sam said "Do you know if there's any place where a wendigo could hide?"

Kat thought and said

"Yeah, there's some mine shafts out near this old farm, they've both been abandoned for like ever so maybe that's where it is."

"Can you show us on a map?" Sam said and pulled out his phone. He found a map of the area and Kat looked at it, scanning it and then she said

"Yeah, it's right here," she said and zoomed in on an area about ten miles up the road. "Near mile marker 323, the local teenagers like to go out there and get the wits scared out of them because the property is haunted. Allegedly." She said with a shrug "I've checked, there's no EMF, but I never thought to look for a wendigo."

"Well then that's where we'll start tonight." Sam said

"You guys want an extra set of hands?" Kat asked

"We'll call you if we need you." Dean said and then he glanced at Sam.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna go make a couple of calls." Sam said with a look at Dean and he walked away.

"Can I help you Special Agent Tyler?" Kat asked sarcastically.

"So, what's my competition like in there?" Dean asked playfully, nodding to the little boy who was looking out the window at Kat.

Kat laughed

"Oh Jonah? I don't know, he's pretty tough. He knows all his shapes and colors. He even knows the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song." she said

"Damn, all I got is Sesame Street." Dean said

"I didn't figure you for a Sesame Street kinda kid." Kat said

"I wasn't but Sam was" Dean said, smiling "See you later tonight?" He asked

"Definitely." she said and raised her eyebrows with a suggestive smirk on her face.

That night after her double was over, Kat was taking out the garbage before she left. She stepped outside the diner and walked over to the dumpsters. She shoved the bag into the dumpster and heard the engine of the Impala pull up. She turned and saw Dean climbing out.

"Hey stranger!" She shouted to him.

He turned, saw her and smiled. She started to walk toward him when the expression on his face changed from excited to worried in a split second.

"KAT, behind you!" He yelled and started running toward her. Kat turned and was met with a piece of wood to the head. She hit the ground like a sack of potatoes, out cold. Dean raised his gun to the guy that hit her and said "Don't move!"

"Or what?" The guy taunted

Before Dean could respond, he got whacked on the back of the head and he fell to the ground, also out cold.

"Guess we'll never know." the woman that had hit him over the head said, smiling at the guy.

Kat's head snapped up, her shoulders, ankles and hands tied firmly to the chair she was sitting on.

"Kat?" Came Dean's voice from behind her

"Yeah?" She asked with a moan

"You're awake." he said

She blinked a couple of times trying to get her vision to correct itself and then felt around as best as she could but couldn't feel the knots. She wriggled her feet and asked

“Any progress over there?”

“Working on it.” Dean said

The door a few feet away suddenly opened and they turned their heads to see the couple that had attacked them earlier. When they got closer, Dean and Kat could see their black eyes.

"Well, well, well" the man said and walked over to them, the woman not far behind him "If it isn't Hell's biggest pain in the ass and Dean Winchester"

Kat laughed

"My reputation precedes me," she said "and who the hell are you?"

"Who we are isn't any of your business." the woman snapped.

"Manners Emma," the man said to her and he made his way closer to Kat "You are a hard woman to find." he said and bent his knees so that he was eye level with her "Remember how you slaughtered a couple of demons three years ago?"

"Hard to say," Kat said "I've killed a lot of demons."

"Two very special ones," the man said "They may or may not have had something to do with your parent's murder."

"Oh yeah, I remember now," Kat said "I did do that."

The man sighed

"Well you see, those were two of my best demons and you, a tiny girl, managed to get rid of both of them and I can't say that makes me very happy."

"That's too bad," Kat said as she felt Dean's hands moving frantically to untie the knots "I did what I did with pride and I'd do it again."

"You're going to wish you hadn't said that." the man said and backhanded her across the face.

"Pick on someone your own size you black eyed son of a bitch!" Dean shouted after hearing the slap. Kat recovered quickly and turned her face to the demon's, a welt forming on her cheek.

"You hit like a bitch." Kat said

Emma sauntered over to Dean and looked him in the face.

"Aw, he's sweet on her Edward." she said

"Maybe we'll just torture him and make her watch, just like we did with poor Mommy and Daddy." Edward suggested. Kat felt the rope drop and Dean said

"Good luck with that." then he and Kat head butted the demons sending them stumbling backward. Dean grabbed a knife out of his boot and cut the ropes around his ankles. In doing so, Kat's ropes came loose and she got up and started swinging at Edward. From behind her, Kat heard Emma scream as Edward pushed Kat to the ground. She whacked her head on the concrete and before she could process the hit, she saw Dean's boots appear and heard a splash as Edward screamed. Dean reached down, helped her up and they ran as two clouds of black smoke followed them out of the warehouse and disappeared into the night.

"I know where we are, the road is this way." Kat said and they took a left outside of the warehouse.

"Do you still have your phone?" Dean asked, searching his pockets.

Kat patted herself down.

"No, it's gone" she said, not finding her phone.

"Sam's going to come looking." Dean said

"Hopefully we'll meet up with him before those demons come back. What'd you hit them with anyway?" She asked as they walked toward the road

"Holy water." Dean said and showed her his flask.

"Nice." she said

"Oh, hey you're bleeding." he said and made her stop. He took her chin in his fingers and turned her cheek to the street light to get a better look.

"I've had worse." she said

His mouth set in a hard line

"Dean," she started

"Don't" he cut her off "You shouldn't take a hit.”

"Not like I TOLD him to hit me." she said

"That doesn't mean you should, especially not for me." he told her and let her go. They started walking again, this time in silence.

"You okay?" He asked after a few minutes

"I'm fine," she said, in a clipped tone "There's a gas station about two miles that way" she said as they approached the end of the road and she pointed to the right "I know the guy that works the night shift, he'll let us use the phone so we can get a hold of Sam."

"Lead the way." Dean said and they started walking. They walked in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds being their feet crunching the dirt and a breeze blowing through the trees. Kat shivered as they walked and Dean said

"Here, take this" and took off his jacket and handed it to her.

"I'm fine,” she insisted “nothing a warm bath won't fix.”

“We're a long way from a bath,” Dean pointed out “just take the jacket.”

“I'm. Fine.” she insisted and he gently grabbed her elbow. He studied her face and then asked

“Why won't you take my jacket?”

“One, it's not THAT cold out,” she lied, she was freezing but she wasn't about to let him notice “and two, I can handle it okay?”

Dean gave her a curious look and then asked

“You don't want to let anyone help do you?”

“I'm not answering that.” she said simply.

“I'm not demanding an explanation,” he told her “just making an observation.”

Kat opened her mouth to speak; they heard a horn beep and looked up.

"I know that sound." Dean said as his Impala rolled up beside them. Kat got in the backseat and Sam scooted over to the passenger seat so Dean could drive. Once they drove down the road and explained to Sam what happened, Sam asked

"So we have a wendigo AND demons?"

"Never a dull moment in Waco I guess." Kat said with a shrug.

"What should we do?" Sam asked

"Gank 'em all" Dean said "Those demons are mine."

"I can help," Kat said "I have all my stuff at my apartment."

Sam looked from her to Dean and back again as Dean clenched his jaw.

"Maybe that isn't a good idea" Sam said

"What? Three creatures, three hunters. Pretty easy math to me" Kat asked and Sam smirked.

"We can handle it." Dean said

"You don't get to make all the decisions," Kat said "I'm helping, you can just deal with it."

Once they arrived back at her apartment, Kat cleaned her wound and then grabbed her journal.

"Wendigoes are only killed by fire. Lucky for us I have a solution for that."

"And what would that be?" Dean asked

Kat walked across the room to an armoire that was set against her living room wall. She pushed a button and a keypad flipped down. She punched in a code and they heard the lock click. She opened the door and inside was a treasure trove of hunting gear.

"Hmmm, it's here somewhere, she said, looking around as Sam and Dean stood there in amazement.

"Ah, here it is" she said and pulled out what looked like something out of Ghostbusters. It was a backpack with two cylinders on it that were spray painted black.

"Flame thrower" she said "This bit right there," she said pointing to the parts that would rest against her back "Is made of flame and heat resistant fabric"

"What's it powered by?" Sam asked

"Cheap vodka and lighters" Kat said

"I think I'm in love." Dean said and Kat laughed. “I haven't gotten it working properly just yet, so until then, it's flare guns”. She set the pack aside and grabbed two flare guns out of a drawer.

"Ya'll need anything before I shut this sucker?" she asked

"More holy water." Dean said

"Hold up." Kat said and opened a different drawer. She pulled out two bottles of holy water and handed one to each of them.

"What else do you have in here?" Dean asked

“Koofer dust, dead man's blood, my grimoire, crystals and herbs for spells.” she started

"You can geek out over gear later," Sam said with a roll of his eyes "We've got demons to hunt."

"He's right, you can drool over my gear closet later." Kat said and shut the door. She punched the code in again and the keypad flipped up, blending in with the armoire. Kat grabbed her backpack that was leaning against the armior and they set off.

Once they tracked the wendigo to the woods Kat got out of the Impala and Dean followed her.

"Be careful." he said as he helped her put on her backpack.

"Hey, you do the same." she said, buckling the backpack around her waist.

"Meet is back at the motel in," Dean looked at his watch "Two hours, if you don't show up, I'm coming to look for you."

Kat eyed him

“You won't have to,” she told him “I got this.”

She set off for the woods without looking back at him, feeling a tightness in her chest she wasn't used to.

An hour and half and one dead wendigo later, Kat arrived back at Sam and Dean's motel room, the Impala was nowhere in sight. Kat opened the door to the motel with the extra key Dean had given her and quickly took off her mud coated boots at the door. She unhooked the backpack and set it beside her boots, her back aching from the weight of it. She closed and locked the door behind her and turned on the light. She checked the salt lines around the windows and fixed the one by the door, then she sat at the table to wait for Sam and Dean.

Twenty minutes passed and Kat heard what sounded like the Impala roll up. She quickly peeked out of the window and saw the lights on the black beast of a car cut off and the two boys get out. She waited until they came through the door and rushed over to Dean hugging him tightly. He did the same as Sam shut the door behind them.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking her over

"Yeah, I'm fine, you?" She asked, checking his face.

"Except for this," he said, showing her a cut on his arm "I'm fine."

"We have to get that cleaned," she said "Sit down."

"I'll take care of it," Dean said

"Sit." Kat demanded and pointed to the chair she'd just been sitting in.

"You okay Sam?" She asked, looking him up and down.

"Got kicked in the chest pretty hard," he said "but I'm fine"

"I have drugs for that." she said and grabbed the backpack she'd been carrying.

"I'm going to take a shower, then I'll take you up on those drugs." he said as he winced and hobbled over to the bathroom. Once the bathroom door was shut, Kat took the bag over to the table and looked at Dean's cut.

"I'll clean this up, I'm not sure if you need stitches or not." she said

"Get the whiskey first" he said and nodded to the counter. Kat quickly grabbed the bottle and handed it to him. She unscrewed the lid and opened her bag. She pulled out what looked like a pee pad for dogs and put it under Dean's arm. She then grabbed gloves, a small bottle of clear liquid and some gauze pads. Once she put the gloves on she soaked the gauze pads in the clear liquid.

"Alcohol?" He asked and took a swig from the bottle

Kat shook her head

"Hydrogen peroxide," she said "I'll dissolve the blood and clean the wound so I can see if you need stitches."

Dean nodded and took another swig from the bottle. She carefully started cleaning the wound, assessing it as she went. Once it was cleaned, she said

"It's not as deep as I thought, you don't need stitches. I'm going to wrap this after you have a shower so it'll stay clean" She reached in the bag again as Sam came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"How bad is it?" He asked, nodding to Dean

"He'll live." Kat said with a smile as she took off her gloves and tossed them in a pile with the used gauze pads. Sam picked up his clothes and went back into the bathroom. As he shut the door, Kat gathered up the soiled materials and threw them away. She then pulled out a bigger gauze pad and triple antibiotic ointment. Then she pulled out a bottle of big pink pills.

"Are you allergic to any medications?" She asked Dean and he shook his head.

"This is an antibiotic called amoxicillin, take this twice a day for five days to keep the infection away" and handed Dean the bottle.

"You carry antibiotics around with you?" He asked

"I'm prepared," she said as Sam came out of the bathroom "You go take a shower, I'll look at Sam."

Dean nodded and changed places with Sam.

"How do you know all this?" Sam asked

"I had to learn to patch myself up." she said, which wasn't technically a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. "How's your chest?" she asked him

"Hurts" he said

She reached in her bag and handed him a prescription bottle with four white pills in it.

"Here's some painkillers to help you sleep, take one every four to six hours don't mix with alcohol and don't drive when you take it."

"What DON'T you have in that bag?" Sam asked with a laugh

"A flux capacitor, but I'm working on it." she said with a smile.

Later on, after Dean was patched up and Sam was sound asleep, Kat and Dean lay in his bed talking quietly. He had insisted that she stay with them and he'd loaned her a shirt and some shorts to sleep in. They stayed up over half the night in each other's arms, regaling each other with stories; from their lives to hunting stories. Kat noted that when she talked, he didn't stare at her blankly or look at her chest. He actually listened to what she had to say and responded. She told him how she and Dave fixed up her Mustang and he smirked.

"What can't you do?" He asked

"There's a lot I can't do," she said "But I know where my area of expertise is so I use it."

"Thank you for patching us up." he said, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"You're welcome, happy to help." she said as his finger trailed down her jaw line. He tilted he chin up with his finger and kissed her gently. When their kiss ended she yawned

"Go to sleep." he said and kissed her forehead. She snuggled closer to him, resting her forehead on his chest as his arms folded around her.

The next morning, Kat woke up and saw Dean sitting at the table, drinking coffee.

"Morning sleepyhead" he said with a smile

"Morning handsome" she said with a yawn. She sat up and stretched

"Where's Sam?" She asked

"Getting breakfast." he said as she got up out of bed and came over to him. He scooted his chair back and pulled her into his lap. They wrapped their arms around each other, his forehead pressed into her shoulder as she stroked his mussed hair. She couldn't deny what she felt in her heart; something was different between the two of them.

They separated and looked at one another; his handsome face smiling back at her.

No, she decided. Getting involved with a hunter wasn't worth it.

She gave him a grateful grin and got up

“I'm gonna go change,” she told him “then can you take me home?”

Dean nodded and watched her disappear into the bathroom.

“Fuck.” he swore under his breath.

Here was someone he could see getting to know better, someone he felt like he could trust; but he knew deep down that she didn't trust him. Or anyone else for that matter.

He clicked his tongue in his mouth

“Well, so much for that.” he mumbled

After breakfast, Dean drove Kat back to her apartment in silence. He walked her to the door and when they arrived he said

“Thank you for all your help, I mean it.”

She nodded

“Any time,” she told him “If you guys are local and need help, call me.”

Dean shifted his weight and then asked

“If I'm local and just want to see you, can I?”

She studied his face for a long few seconds, he felt his heart beating in his throat.

“Honestly?” she asked “I don't know.” Dean's heart sank, it showed on his face and she said “What I mean by that is, I know what it's like to be involved with a hunter. I fought for normal and I want to keep that.”

“I'm not asking to go steady,” Dean said, even thought his heart shouted “LIAR!” “just if I'm in the area and you want to get your ass kicked at pool, can I call you?”

She bit her lip as she felt torn. She had a million thoughts race through her head all at once and, out of what seemed like pure instinct, she nodded.

“I'd like that.” she said.

They hugged and he caught one last whiff of her.

“Bye Kat.” he told her and let her go.

She slid her hands up his chest and without any forethought, she stretched up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek.

“Bye Dean.” she said against his skin and then went inside, her heart pounding against her rib cage.

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god--baby · 7 years ago

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chasing after dreams ch 3 (sfw)

poly bowers gang x ambiguously gendered reader

masterpost

previously on: you graduate high school, and run into that hot teacher in walmart. then, you go to a party and find someone to fuck, pretending he’s patrick. you sleep over with Belch

summary: you talk more with the hot teacher. he gives you his number. you and patrick go for a midnight walk and come to an agreement. patrick has a bad day. you hang out with the boys. also, daddy issues, weed, and wrestling.

word count: 3928

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The next day, you woke up bright and early with a small headache. You nudged Belch’s shoulder until he woke, cracking his eyes in your direction.

“I have to work,” you said. “Will you take me home and then there?”

He smiled.

“Sure,” he croaked.

At home, you got changed and ran a comb through your hair, wiping off the makeup you’d been wearing last night. Then you ran out to the curb, where Belch was waiting on you.

You gave him a high five when you got to work, and got to it, rushing inside, tying on your apron.

“You’re late, sugar pie,” Marcia said as you clocked in.

“By two minutes,” you said.

“Five,” she countered.

“Damn,” you swore. “I got a lift and his car said I was doing okay.”

“You’re just lucky Miss and Missus aren’t here this morning.”

Miss and Missus was what she called the owners, Anne and Louise. You were never sure which one was Miss and which one was Missus.

“Thank god,” you said.

She laughed.

“Quit thanking god and get to the table I saved for you.”

You looked at her in surprise, pulling a pen out of the jar at the wait staff station and putting it in the pocket of your apron.

“Why’d you save a table for me?” you asked.

“He asked for you. Table eleven.”

You peeked around the corner and found Mr. Cleaver, sitting alone, nursing a cup of coffee.

“Oh, my god,” you said. “He came back.”

“Looks like you didn’t scare him,” Marcia said, one eyebrow up.

“I don’t think he scares easily,” you said. Then you leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you. Seriously, thank you.”

You walked up to the table and sat down across from him.

For a moment, he was confused. And then he actually got a look at you, at who it was, and he tensed up.

“You asked for me?” you said instead of hello.

“Don’t be so surprised. I’d rather talk to you than Marcie, or whatever her name is. She treats me like I’m her son.”

“So, does this mean I’m special?”

You were holding on hope that it did, and he could tell.

He put his hand on top of one of yours for the smallest moment, then pulled it back to his side of the table.

“A former student is always special to a teacher,” he said.

You leaned in, softening your voice.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Why do you want this so bad?” he asked.

“I told you,” you said. “I’m curious.”

“No,” he said. “Curiosity is what had me mixing baking soda and vinegar as a kid. It wasn’t what got me pursuing a degree in chemistry.”

“Did you just admit that I’m not a kid?”

“Why do you do that?” he countered. “Why do you take words and twist them and use them against me? I tell you my first name and you give me those eyes. I make a simple comparison, and —” he lowered his voice even more — “you seem ready to climb all over me. Where does it end?”

You lowered your voice to match his.

“If I can’t use my body, I will use my words. That’s just the way things work, John.”

He sat back, laughing, breathless.

“You really are something,” he said at a normal volume. “I see you’re still wearing my ring. How do your many boyfriends feel about that?”

You glowered at him.

“They’re not my boyfriends.”

“I am not the only one getting eyes from you. You should be more careful about who you give them to,” he said.

You stood.

“Short stack and some bacon, right?” you snapped.

He smiled.

“Right.”

“I’ll have that right out for you.”

You put in his order and started in on another table, pushing away your frustration with him to be kind to them. Feelings be damned, you’d get a good tip.

“Ooh, look at that,” Marcia said. “What’s got your panties in a twist, huh? Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome want to play it slow?”

You took a sip of the iced tea you had stowed in the wait staff station.

“Listen, it’s complicated,” you said.

“What, more complicated than him being twice your age?” she asked, chuckling.

“Amazingly enough, yes. He was my teacher,” you said.

“Oh, honey. Honey, honey, honey. That’s fire. Don’t play with it.”

“I’m eighteen,” you said, picking up his food from the kitchen window. “I’ll do what I want.”

“Just as long as you know you’re gonna get burned,” she said.

You set his food down on the table and turned without a word. He caught your wrist and pulled you back to him, until you were leaning up against him, one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself.

He looked up at you, a gentle smile on his face.

“Sit,” he said. “At least until you have to get to your other customers.”

“Why?” you asked. “So you can finish tearing me apart for wanting you?”

“So I can convince you that you don’t want me,” he said.

You sighed and sat down, this time next to him. You put your hand on his knee, and he pushed it off.

“How’s your relationship with your father?” he asked.

You went to get up, and he threw an arm around your waist, pulling you back down then immediately taking his arm back.

“That good, huh?”

You glared at him.

“You might be trying to replace him with me,” he said.

“If we both enjoy it, who cares what I might be doing?” you said.

For good measure, you looked him over, licking your lips.

He shook his head.

“Give me one good reason I should take you up on your offer,” he said.

You leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I give the best head you’ll ever get. I’m so small compared to you, so willing and eager. Don’t you want to make me feel good?”

He took a sip of his coffee, pretending not to be interested. But you heard his breath hitch. You weren’t an idiot.

You put the hand that was wearing his ring on his thigh, high up, close to his crotch. He was wearing jeans, something you’d never seen him in before, and you wondered what his ass would look like when he stood in them.

“I’ll call you daddy,” you whispered.

He almost spit out the coffee in his mouth.

“That’s quite enough,” he said shakily. “I think I’ve heard all I want to hear.”

You grinned.

“You could teach me a lot, you know,” you said, standing as you saw one of your other customers raise her hand to get your attention. “I’m a very fast learner.”

“I recall,” he said.

“Just think about it,” you said.

“I will.”

You winked at him and walked away, going to refill your other customers’ waters.

When he left, there was a scrap of paper with a phone number on it. And another fifty percent tip.

You grinned, putting it in the pocket of your apron.

That night, after you got done hanging out with the guys, you laid in bed, unable to sleep. You picked up your phone, thinking for a moment that you should call Mr. Cleaver.

Then you thought better of it. It was after midnight, and he was a respectable adult, though single. He was probably asleep or desperately wanting to be. Much like you.

You shot off a message.

1:14am. To: Patrick

You up?

1:14am. From: Patrick

Can’t sleep?

1:15am. To: Patrick

1:15am. From: Patrick

I’ll be there in five

Midnight walks with Patrick were a long-standing arrangement. If one of you couldn’t sleep, and the other was awake, too, you’d go for a walk. Since you sometimes had bouts of sleeplessness, and Patrick was a full-blown insomniac, it was a common enough occurrence that you’d text him and he’d show up, hanging out by your mailbox, waiting for you to sneak out.

Now you were eighteen, there was no sneaking out. There was just leaving, and parents who didn’t care.

You left. He arrived three minutes later, slinging an arm around your neck, pulling you close.

“What’s got you all worked up, hm?” he asked.

He looked exhausted. At night, he said, he didn’t have to pretend anymore. And when he stopped pretending, he stopped looking entirely human. There were deep pools of shadows under his eyes, exaggerated by the streetlights you walked past. The dip at the base of his throat looked like the deep end, and you felt like going for a swim.

You laid your head on his shoulder as you walked toward the park.

“Cleaver,” you said. “John. Did you know his name is John?”

“Makes sense,” he said. “Everyone’s got a name.”

“I know.”

You paused.

“But knowing his… somehow makes it more real. He looked so lonely when he told me what his name is. You think he has any friends?”

“Probably not,” Patrick said.

You arrived at the park, climbing up into the tubes, the only place the passing patrol cars wouldn’t be able to see you. You laid in one long section, face to face, chins propped up in hands.

“Sweetheart?” he said.

You blushed a little bit, grateful for the dark, grateful he couldn’t see you. But the way he said that in his sleep-deprived voice did funny things to your stomach, and you wished he’d say it again.

“Hm?”

“Do you really want his dick?”

“Who, Cleaver’s?”

“No, Santa Claus’s. Yes, Cleaver’s.”

You only thought about it for a moment.

“Of course I do,” you said. “You look at that man and tell me he doesn’t have a big dick. God, I want him in my mouth. I want him inside me.”

And then, tired as you were, you giggled.

“Oh, baby, keep talking nasty,” Patrick said, yawning.

“You know what I want the most, though?”

“What?” he laid his head down on his folded arms and looked up at you through his lashes.

“I want him to kiss me for the first time. I want all the waiting to be over. I want — I want something to start.”

“Mm,” he said, lazily propping his head up on his hands again. “What else do you want?”

You weren’t thinking straight.

You knew you weren’t.

“You wanna know what I want?” you asked.

“Yes, asshole. I just asked.”

“What I really want?”

You were headed for disaster. And you saw yourself, and you couldn’t pull yourself away.

“Yes.”

You leaned in and kissed him. Surprised and sleepy, he didn’t kiss back, and you pulled away.

“Fuck,” you said, suddenly in perfect control of what you were doing. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

He looked at you, picking you apart with his eyes.

Then he grabbed you by the back of the neck and slowly leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours.

“That’s what you want, sweetheart? You want me to kiss you?”

His lips ghosted over yours as he spoke, his breath hot over your face.

You swallowed, hard.

Then, you nodded.

He kissed you this time, just a slow press of his lips on yours. Then, he slowly swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth to let him in. He licked at your tongue, the roof of your mouth, your top teeth.

You let out a sigh, eyes screwed shut.

When the kiss ended, you took a moment before you opened them again.

“Like that?” he asked. “You want me to kiss you like that?”

He was still looking like he was picking you apart.

And his hand was still on the back of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you said, pulling away from him and getting out of the tube.

You walked away, waiting for him to catch up to you. He did, long legs carrying him up to you easily.

“Don’t be,” he said.

“Hm?”

“Don’t be sorry. It was a damn good kiss.”

You thanked god that you were walking, that you didn’t have to look at him.

“Yeah,” you said. “Don’t — don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Why not?”

“Because —” you took a deep breath, then let it go. “Because.”

“Your secret’s safe with me, sweetheart.”

When you got back to your house, you paused next to the mailbox.

He gave you that appraising look that meant that now, he was more awake than not.

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said, “if I can have another kiss. If I can kiss you when we’re alone.”

You swallowed again, mouth dry.

“Okay,” you said.

Because let’s face it, you dug this grave, so you may as well curl up to him in it, right?

Right.

He leaned in and kissed you, hand going again to the back of your neck. His other hand went to your waist, pulling you flush up against him. You blushed, not knowing what to do with your hands.

Damn it, you’d wanted this so bad, and now you had it, you didn’t know what to do with it.

He pulled back and looked you over, then pecked you once on the lips.

Then he left, giving you a short wave before he turned the corner towards his street.

You went back to bed, head a mess.

You’d kissed Patrick, and it hadn’t been a complete disaster. You’d kissed one of your boys, and the world wasn’t falling down around you.

But where did you go from here?

Where did this leave you?

It left you at Patrick’s mercy, a place you weren’t sure you wanted to be.

You worked the breakfast rush again the next day. Mr. Cleaver showed up.

“You didn’t call,” he said when you brought him his usual tankard of coffee. “That shows remarkable restraint.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you said. “But I thought of you.”

“I hope that doesn’t mean what I think it means,” he said, pouring a tiny bit of half and half into his first cup of coffee.

“It actually doesn’t,” you said. “I got caught up in other things. Patrick and I — we went to the park.”

“Patrick Hockstetter,” he said, sighing. “That boy’s trouble.”

You grinned. “So am I.”

“This, you never fail to remind me.”

“You’ll be having the usual?”

“Yes, please. Thank you.”

You put in his order and attended to your other customers.

When you brought his food to him, he said, “why aren’t you with Patrick?”

You opened your mouth, surprised, then shut it again.

“Ah,” he said. “I see.”

“There’s nothing to see,” you insisted.

“The look on your face tells me otherwise.”

You looked at him, silently pleading your case. You still wanted him. You still wanted Patrick. And the boys. But right now, you focused on him.

“You would be good with him,” he said. “Better with him.”

“I don’t think there’s a thing he could give me that you couldn’t do better.”

“Well, I have more experience. But he’s more appropriate. Any of your boys would be.”

“I still want you,” you said quietly.

“You shouldn’t,” he said.

You sighed.

“But I do,” you said. “I do.”

He smiled at you. You saw pity in his eyes, but also recognition. He saw some of himself in you.

“What’s that look for?” you asked.

“Look at us. Wanting what we can’t have.”

You put one hand to your chest for just a heartbeat before you placed it on his hand.

“We can have what we want,” you said. “I’m eighteen. I’m a consenting adult. We can have what we want.”

“What we want and what we need are very different things,” he said. “I have no doubt that we could have fun. But fun is the farthest thing from my mind.”

“What, are you worried about ruining the world for me?” you asked.

“Something like that. I’m worried about ruining men for you.”

“What,” you said, a laugh playing in the curve of your lips, “you think your dick’s so great I’ll never want anything else?”

“That,” he said, “is not what I said, and you know it.”

“If you ruin men, it won’t be a problem. Girls work too.”

He raised his eyebrows at that.

“You never fail to surprise me.”

You smiled.

“I’ll leave you to it,” you said.

You did, letting him eat while you attended to your other customers.

Before he left, he caught you by the hand as you walked past him.

“Do call me,” he said. “At least once.”

Again, he left an exorbitant tip.

At the end of your shift, you pulled out your phone from the cubby in the wait staff station you were using.

12:31pm. From: Patrick

come to mine after work

So you did.

When you got to his house, his parents were gone, as usual. You went to his room, throwing down your bag and flopping face first onto his bed. He laughed, and it was completely lacking humor.

So today was a bad day. Damn.

He nudged you with his foot, then got on the bed next to you, looking at you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?” he asked.

“Cleaver — John. He gave me his number. Told me to call him.”

“Mm.”

“Yeah.”

“Sit up.”

You did, reluctant to leave your position, but willing to do anything if it would make him happier.

Bad days were no good, for anyone involved.

“C’mere,” he said.

You scooted closer to him.

“No,” he said, “come here.”

He hauled you into his lap, and you went, surprised. You had your legs around him, feet on the bed behind him.

He kissed you, hard. So hard your teeth clacked together, and you tried to pull away. He put a hand in your hair and made you stay put, licking into your mouth. You sighed and let him, winding your arms around his neck as he pulled you even closer by your hips.

You were pressed up against him, could feel his growing bulge against you, and you blushed.

There was no darkness to save you, this time.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said. “See what you do to me?”

“Patrick,” you said.

You had to draw the line.

“I know, I know. You don’t want to fuck me. You’ll fuck someone who looks just like me, but me? No.”

“I —”

“Stop,” he snapped. “Just don’t. I don’t want to hear it.”

His face was an absolute storm, grey and swirling.

You swallowed and ran a hand through his hair, tucking a lock behind one of his ears.

“I’m sorry you’re having a bad day,” you said gently.

“Fuck it,” he said. “Who gives a shit?”

“I give a shit. I do.”

He just huffed, looking away from you.

“Let’s lay down,” you said.

“Only if I can have you on top of me,” he countered.

He expected you to say no.

You pushed him back, pulling your legs out from under him and sitting on his hips, straddling him.

Then you leaned down and kissed him. He reciprocated, one hand around your throat, such a perfect imitation of your fuck with Blaine that it made you gasp.

“You like that?” he asked. “You like my hand around your neck?”

You nodded and went back to kissing him, biting at his lip and sliding your tongue up against his. He reached down and grabbed your ass, pulling you down to grind on him.

It felt like hours had passed, when both of you pulled back, when the fire came back to Patrick’s eyes. He was feeling better, and you were glad.

“C’mon,” you said. “Let’s raid the kitchen. I’m fucking starving.”

So you did. You ate handfuls of grapes and cheese and crackers and even some hummus that was sitting around.

Then, he rolled a joint.

“The guys should be here soon,” he said before licking the paper to seal it.

“Fuck,” you said.

“What? You wanna spend more quality time with me?”

“No. I mean, yes. But no, what I meant was how do we keep it a secret?”

“We’re already all over each other,” he said. “They’re not gonna notice.”

“Just —” you said, “just don’t try and kiss me in front of them.”

“Oh, I won’t. I don’t want Henry to try and beat my ass and then get embarrassed when he can’t.”

That made you laugh. Because it was true. Because Patrick fought dirty, and you knew it, and you’d taught him half of what he knew.

“C’mere,” he said, lighting up the joint. “Something I’ve wanted to try.”

He took a puff and put a hand on the side of your face, coaxing your mouth open. Then, he blew the sweet smoke into your mouth as you inhaled.

You closed your eyes, hiding the emotion in them.

That was something you’d wanted for a very, very long time.

When you opened your eyes again, he was watching you.

“What you thinking, hm?” he asked.

“I’m glad I get to kiss you, even though it confuses me,” you said without a moment’s hesitation.

“Mm.”

The guys showed up and you hung out, watching shitty horror movies that made Patrick laugh and drinking shitty whiskey that Henry brought and smoking more.

You fell asleep with your head in Henry’s lap, one of his hands in your hair.

When you woke, he was gone, on the floor, wrestling with Belch. Belch had him pinned and was trying to talk him into tapping out. That wasn’t going so well.

You got up and went to Patrick’s room to get your cigarettes out of your bag. Patrick followed you, closing the door behind you and pushing you up against it before you could think. He kissed you, licking into your mouth as soon as he could.

Then, he pulled back from the kiss, grinning.

“And what’s going on in your pretty little head?” you asked, echoing what he’d said a million times before.

“Mm. You taste good. You’re so soft.”

You smiled, then pushed him away, going to your bag and pulling out your cigarettes.

“C’mon,” you said. “Let’s have a smoke.”

You did, going out to the back porch, where no one followed you, sharing a single cigarette with him, passing it back and forth on the exhales.

“Soft,” you said quietly.

“Mm?”

“You said I’m soft.”

“You are, sweetheart.”

“Huh.”

“Wish I could kiss you right now,” he said, putting his thumb to his bottom lip.

“Well,” you said. “Why don’t you do that every time you want to kiss me, but you can’t?”

“Do what?”

He put his hand down.

“That,” you said, imitating the gesture, thumb to your bottom lip. “Do that.”

“Hm,” he said, doing it.

“Just like that. And then I’ll know.”

“And then you’ll know.”

You heard a shout from inside and then the back door opened, the rest of your boys piling out, coming to sit around you and Patrick.

“What’re we talking about?” asked Henry, hating to be left out.

“Cleaver,” said Patrick without a second thought, his thumb going to his bottom lip. “Probably has a big dick.”

“Mm,” said Vic. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it.”

“You two,” said Belch. “You two.”

“You’re just jealous we don’t want your dick,” Vic said.

Belch winked at him. And you all laughed.

It was normal, to play like that. To be all over each other. It was normal.

You were each other’s entire world. It was normal.

#the bowers gang #poly bowers gang #patrick hockstetter x reader #henry bowers x reader #belch huggins x reader #vic criss x reader #mine

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the-voice-of-hell · 7 years ago

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Rent is Theft, part 5

Read from the beginning here, read the previous chapter here.

Note: My MC is a Filipina trans woman and I am not. If you have any advice or feedback about that or anything else, hit me up.

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R1206- Marcie Tanner and Richie Cox.

northwest corner, 1 bdr.

The key to trespassing is always, always move with the confidence of a person that belongs. You almost can’t have too much swagger, but obviously subtlety is better than hamming it up. Grime moved himself in like a pro. He also helped us hook up modems to where we could get illegal internet service. His white boy confidence helped him exchange words with the neighbors from floors up, get to know them a bit better. I thought to myself that could be useful, but wasn’t at all curious to find anything out yet.

The worst was being around Grime after we boned. Even the best of men feel entitled to women’s bodies in a way they hardly notice. He felt like he could flirt with me now, like that would be the way we interact all the time. I did my best to not have him and Momi in the room at the same time, but it wasn’t always avoidable. Fortunately, he still had to haul his ass to work.

And when he went to work, Momi and I went to town, scrounging for food, clothing, toiletries, whatever we could get from the scant social services and cash available to us. The second day of Grime was a nice one, because we had his two hundred dollars burning a hole in our collective pockets.

We decided to go to the Value Village in North Seattle, because if we took the right buses, we’d be unlikely to run into Walter along the way. We weren’t out of the woods while we were still downtown, so we were incognito. Big sunglasses, big coats. I had gotten a new one for her, but it was an ill-fitting lightly stained trenchcoat, and I was hoping to do better.

We stood at the first bus stop of our journey, out in bright sun, looking up and down the street for the man’s shambolic gait. Sometimes while rubbernecking I’d find myself blinded by the back of Momi’s head and all that big black hair, and I had to smile.

We had her in a gauzy red head scarf, but it couldn’t restrain the beast. Her hair puffed relentlessly against its translucent confines. I kinda wanted to kiss her on the side of the head. Aside from the transgression of the act, it seemed likely to cause a hairsplosion. My lips were in check.

The streets were mercifully light on traffic - pedestrian or otherwise - so our vigilance wasn’t horribly stressful. It was getting hot in the sun though, and I hoped the bus had air conditioning, but wasn’t counting on it. The moment of truth came.

The bus lurched down the street and we braced ourselves. The routine was that I get on the bus first and look across the chairs for Walter, while Momi blocked the door from shutting, with one foot on the bottom step. If it was clear, I went down the aisle and she boarded. This time, it was clear.

There was nobody on the bus except one weathered-looking Native American woman, sitting near the back on the left. I staked out a seat for us nearer the front on the right. There was a sense of relief in this. As the bus got out of downtown, it was extremely unlikely he’d board it, to Momi’s thinking. He went to other neighborhoods, and even if he was looking for her farther afield, he’d be unlikely to choose the exact right neighborhood in the sprawling metropolis.

I stood quickly to usher her into the window seat, then slouched in beside her. We held hands then, mutually, easily. This life was an adventure with a very crappy monster in the hills (an ogre?), and it forged a bond. Her palm was sweaty but I didn’t care.

“Hey, Momi,” I said.

“Mm?” She was distracted by the street view, the slight possibility of an ogre sighting.

I wanted to distract her from that. Hell, she’d be less likely recognized if she wasn’t looking out the window. I said, “So, uh… What do you like to eat?”

“I eat too much.” She was still looking out.

“I call bullshit, kiddo. I’ve been with you every time you’ve eaten for the last week. Anyhow, what’s fun to eat? You like rich stuff like hamburgers, or sweet stuff like desserts?”

“Mm, dessert.”

It was a blow off, but I chose to ignore that. “Good, good. What’s a nice dessert? Pie? Ice cream? Cake? Candy?” I worked my hand around to where I could bounce hers on her thigh. Annoying, but hopefully distracting.

“Ugh.” She wrestled my hand into a less silly position and squeezed, locking me there. “What are you talking about?” She finally glanced at me, then back to the road.

“Dessert. What’s a nice dessert?”

“Coconut creme pie.”

“That’s not bad. You want one today?”

“Uh, no, it’s stupid. We should just get me the clothing.”

“Hey, we have enough. Don’t worry so much. We’re cool criminals. If we need something bad enough, we can steal it.”

She finally looked at me without looking away, her cute face fuming away. “Don’t say that. The more crimes you do, the more you get arrested. And I don’t need dessert, obviously.”

I pouted. “Not even once? Just today, while we’re rich?”

She headbutted me on the shoulder. “No!”

I blew an exaggerated sigh. “Pssh, I guess, I can take no for an answer. But if you wanna be little miss healthy pants, at the least I’m gonna buy you a hot turkey sandwich.”

Momi glared. “If you gotta.”

“With melty cheese.”

“Ugh.”

“And fire-roasted tomatoes.”

She headbutted me again, still not letting go of my hand. The hairsplosion happened.

“Ow, that really hurts!” It really hurt.

She looked proud of herself, through narrowed eyes and a jungle of big dark hair. “Good.”

“Hey, let me do something with that.” I let go of her hand and touched the Hawaiian girl’s puffy tresses, bouncing them with upturned palms. “It’s gone all crazy.”

“Yeah, OK. Just get the scarf on again, OK?”

She turned toward the window and I started gathering in the soft pleasant mess, the scarf across one of my palms as I worked. A sob startled me and I whipped my head about, noticing the native woman was having some kind of emotional crisis. “Jesus” escaped my lips, thankfully quiet.

“What was that?,” Momi asked.

“Nothing, sorry.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Just...” I spoke quietly at the side of her head, “The woman back there, she’s crying. Just startled me is all.”

Momi turned to face me, ruining my progress. “Courtney, you have to help her.”

“What? No. No, why? Maybe she just wants to be left alone. I wouldn’t want anyone talking to me if I was crying.”

Her look was so judgmental. “Why wouldn’t you? You can’t just help one person and don’t help somebody else. It isn’t fair.”

I gave her a shady look. Come on, young lady. “I don’t think that’s how fair works. If I help someone, then someone is supposed to help me. If I help two people, then two people are supposed to help me, or one person can help me twice. I’m not choosy.”

She shook her head. “No, see, I don’t know, maybe it isn’t fair for you, but, like, between me and her it isn’t fair. If I’m helped somebody else should be helped. Should I help her?”

She looked down and away, so serious. I thought it was adorable, but I could tell she wanted this to happen and was too shy to do it herself. It was time to use my big-ass big head again.

“No, I’ll do it.”

The way she looked at me made it worthwhile, but I still wasn’t looking forward to stepping into another stranger’s misery. I tried to bask in that feeling as long as possible - barely a second and the sweet expression was cross-fading into “why aren’t you moving yet?” I got up while the bus was still in motion, carefully moving to the back.

The woman looked up at me in a social panic, face crumpling in the confusion of emotions. I had guessed right - she wasn’t crying for help. I instinctively tried to play down the heavy feelings with a hand gesture, palm down, like I was patting something away. Casual face, so casual.

“Hey, how far are you riding?”

“Whu-- Northgate. Wh-?” Still confused. That could work to my advantage.

“I don’t want to pry, but I also want to take the edge off your troubles.” I sat down sideways on the seat in front of hers, and looked as easy-going as possible. Oh yeah, take off your sunglasses. One, it helped me communicate with the eyes. Two, another chance to look cool.

She sniffed. “I don’t need that. I don’t.”

“No one cries when all their needs are met. You might be surprised what I have to offer, if you’ll accept it. You need food? Somebody giving you trouble?”

“I… that’s weird to say to a stranger. What… are you about?”

“I don’t need personal details to help, necessarily. Just say whatever you feel comfortable saying, OK? What do you have to lose, except some crying time between here and the transit center?” I smiled. So confident.

She looked around for an escape as she talked. “There’s nothing any-- You don’t need to-- It’s just the usual kind of shit. They pulled my disability again, this time I just can’t… I’m gonna be out on my ass.”

I tried to restrain my excitement. A sheisty solution to homelessness was pretty much the only thing I had to offer anyone. I nodded as I listened. “Out on your ass, indeed. Go on.”

She finally locked eyes with me. “Stop messing with me.”

“I’m for real. Momi over there, she’s with me on this deal, and we’re for real.”

“Momi? I heard someone was asking around for a Momi.”

“Horrible guy? He’ll never get her, because we’re cool criminals. Don’t worry about her, tell me about you. Have you never been homeless before? Does it have you feeling like it’s the end of the world? Or is it something else about the situation?”

“...Yeah, my last boy, Richie. My other boys are all gone, somewhere, but he’s still with me. Or his dad Frank. I mean, I don’t know why I’m crying, Richie can live with his dad, doesn’t have to be--.”

“Is Frank a jerk?”

“He hates Frank.”

I nodded sagely. “I have a place you could live - both of you - where you’d only have to pay as much as you can, even if that’s nothing. You might not like it, though.”

“What’s the catch?”

“It’s illegal. You could get arrested, if something goes wrong.”

She didn’t seemed surprised, and was actually considering it.

While she was quiet, I filled in more explanation. “I got all the keys to a floor in one of those new empty apartments downtown. They’re never renting those units in this economy. We could be there for months, even years before anyone moves in and blows the deal. All we have to do is keep our heads low, act like we belong there whenever someone sees us.”

She took what I was saying wrong. “You don’t have to justify yourself, girl. I’ll do it. I can kick in a hundred dollars when this new round of bullshit settles down.”

“Ah, well. That was easy.” I couldn’t help smiling. “Where are you going today?”

“The disability people got this office in a college for some reason? Three buses. All day shit.”

“I’m sorry. Do you have a phone?”

“No. Where’s a good place and time to meet?”

“There’s a restaurant a block away. Just a Subway, so not likely to bounce anyone. Say when.”

“I could get anywhere down there by like, ten o’clock tonight.”

“It’s a date. What’s your name?”

“Marcie Tanner.”

“Courtney Marquez.” I reached out to shake her hand. She accepted. “To criminal trespass.”

“To criminal trespass.” She smiled, grey yellow and gold. Her kind, worn eyes were tinted grey beneath large transition glasses.

I left her with another smile and returned to Momi.

“How did it go? Is she OK?” Momi couldn’t make herself look back.

“I’ll be handing out more keys.”

She put her hands over her face and made a funny high noise. “Oh god, I hope we don’t get arrested. I’ll feel terrible.”

I slid into the seat and put a leg up on the one in front. “If it comes to that, blame it on me.”

***

Momi and I had a good time finding her new clothes. It looked a lot less hobo, which would be important to keeping up this con. I got her to eat a small slice of coconut cake with half of a grocery store turkey melt.

We got home pretty late, moving quick through the streets with our heads on swivels. In distraction at the Walter watchout, I almost walked us in front of a garbage truck. At the apartments, Momi refused to go see Marcie at the Subway - too shy - so I left her behind and got the keys from my place. I didn’t have a lot of time until ten, but it was at least enough to change into a track suit and windbreaker. It was similar to the clothes I was wearing the first time I met Walter, but I was starting to doubt I’d see him, and it was the most comfortable thing I had aside from pajamas and bathrobes.

Grime stopped me in the hall.

“Courtney, would it be presumptuous of me to invite some guys to move in?”

A machine in my mind ground to a halt, then pistons started to rise, ever so slowly.

“Well… Think about it, really hard. Do you trust them to not mess up, even by accident?”

He answered too quickly. “Sure. It’s this janitor at work. See, the rent on his place went--”

“I have to go meet someone. I’ll come by your apartment tonight, OK?”

I didn’t like his smile, “Sure thing, baby,” but I couldn’t stop the reflex to smile back. I walked.

The city was dark shades of grey green and blue, with occasional stripes of pinkish and amber from the few remaining old-fashioned light sources. The transition to energy efficient lighting had left the world at night a more chilly-looking place.

The Subway sandwich joint I was headed to still had high-powered yellow-white ceiling lights, which combined with the tall wide windows made the place gleam like a well-lit aquarium in a dark room, like that painting with the people at the diner. I thought, a passing creep could see me in there quite well, even from a bus seat. Better keep my back to the world.

She was in there, a short brown-skinned lady with oversized worn-out denim jacket. Marcie’s glasses reflected the lights, her hair lay flat and out of sight in a ponytail, her skin covered in lines and spots of age. I was certainly closer to her age than Momi’s, and wondered how long it would be before I looked like that. It didn’t bother me too much.

I came through the door, and noticing that she hadn’t purchased anything, I went to the counter to pick something up. I didn’t want us to be bothered by an employee with too little to do. I settled on three M&M cookies and two cokes - one diet and one regular.

I settled down at her table, very close because of the angle I needed to keep my back to the windows. She scooted her chair to a more comfortable distance. I said, “This is diet and this is regular.”

She took the regular. “Wow, this is it, huh? How does this work?”

I leaned back and took a bite of a cookie. “We go back to the building, you pick a place, and I give you a key. It’ll come with a little dongle thing to beep your way in the doors. I’ll have to show you around because if you get lost, it’ll be suspicious. And when you’re in there, doing your best to look well-off is a good idea. Just, make sure as soon as you can that you have at least a little bit of clothing with no holes or stains, something that can look bougie at a glance.”

“That’s tough.” She looked at the cookies without a move and sipped her drink.

“A long coat might help. Get a pretty good-looking one, some costume jewelry, and throw that stuff in a plastic bag when you’re out doing stuff, so they don’t get messed up. I bet a hat would help you look more like a fancy lady.”

“What does that look like? More white?” She smiled sideways.

“Maybe, heh. But no, I’m thinking, like, don’t church ladies usually have hats? Go for a church lady thing, might help distract people from noticing, like, class clues.”

“Huh.” She took another sip and contemplated. “I must be getting pretty old to have to do that kind of disguise.”

“Aww, don’t think anything of it. I’ll be there in a hot minute.” I sipped the diet coke. Worse than I remembered. I’d need more of that cookie. “So maybe we should know each other better. What do you think?”

“Are you trying to..?”

“What? No. ��Not that you aren’t-- nevermind. I just mean, so it feels less weird to be in on this conspiracy together. What do you think?”

She folded her hands on the table. “Conspiracy? Could they charge us with that too? Maybe the less we know about each other, the better - like if we get interrogated by the pigs.”

At the mention of pigs, my lip curled in a snicker. I straightened it out. “I wouldn’t worry about that. Anyhow, I’m Courtney, you can probably tell I didn’t always have that name, I’d rather not talk about that. I used to be a coder over there, got fired, decided I didn’t want to give up my home - such as it is. That’s how this all started. Momi is like you - just someone who was in a jam, I got her an apartment up there. Don’t let anyone know where she is, OK?”

She listened with little nods.

“So… Is there anything else you want to know about us? About me?”

“I guess… She’s hawaiian, are you?”

“Pinay. My family was pretty well off, so sometimes it could feel like I was honorary white. But men always end up reminding me, somehow. Nevermind that. What’s your boy like?”

“Richie is the only one. Clark died and the other two, I don’t even know where they are,” she looked at her hands to avoid me on those sad notes, “But Richie is the real thing. He’s a very good boy. Healthy too. He used to be so small and skinny. Well, he’s still skinny, but he got so tall, and he plays basketball.”

“I love it. Do you think he’ll move in too?”

“Oh, I’d hate to… get him arrested but...”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know, he’s a big boy now. He can make his own decisions. I will tell him about it… You know, he’ll probably say yes.”

“Why do you think that? Is it just because the alternative is Frank?”

“No, he’s an anarchist. With the black bandanas and protest stuff. Freakin’ kids.”

“Aw, I’m sure he’s swell. There’s a guy on our floor already who’s a socialist.”

“There’s other people?” She looked a bit startled.

“Sorry I forgot to tell you about him. He still has his job coding, where I used to work. He’s cool though, he thinks rent sucks, wants to make this work.”

“Huh...” She considered the ramifications. “How many of us will there be? Will it make us more likely to get caught?”

I couldn’t stop myself from telling the truth. “I don’t know. If we all just act like nothing’s wrong, like we belong there, I just… have no idea how long we can get away with this.”

We were both quiet for a time, then she picked up a cookie. “That’s OK.”

I walked her to the apartments and let her in. It felt official to me, like there was just zero turning back. Marcie was in. On the floor proper she seemed nervous like Momi had been, but less emotionally fragile. I gave her a blanket from my room and we picked out an apartment for her. She went with 1206, the one bedroom at the northwest corner of the building. Unlike the two-bedroom Grime had taken up next door, its windows only faced one direction - west. She got the key, she got to try to sleep.

I couldn’t imagine she’d succeed on this, the first night of her life of crime. But there seemed to be a constant low rumble on that end of the floor that night, and I supposed it might lull her to sleep.

I steeled myself and went to see Grime. As I went I noticed the walls in the hall held an odd sheen, like snails had crawled all over them, someone washed afterward and it didn’t come completely clean. I touched the wall with a finger and it ran along smooth as I walked. Maybe it was just my eyes.

It only took a moment for him to answer the door, and he showed me into his living room. It looked similar to my place, but with a lot nicer technology. Still, it annoyed me that my living space was so similar to that of a manly man.

I sat at one of the bar stools. His unit also had a kitchenette separated from the living room by a simple island bar, pre-furnished with three stools.

He stood opposite the counter from me, arms wide. “Would the mademoiselle care for a refreshment?”

I steepled my forearms and laced my fingers together, looked across the table imperious. “This flirtation should stop, Graeme. I don’t want this situation to get messed up because of personal stuff.”

His face fell and he stood back. “OK, sure, you have my word. I mean, for me this is real important. A kind of direct action against the system. Nothing to do with making time. For real. Now you want a drink, Miss Marquez?”

I rolled my eyes and slouched. “Yeeess, what do you have?”

“I don’t drink much so I have a selection for guests. If cold matters, all I’ve got in the fridge is pabst, grey goose, and box wine. Other than that, some fireball and jim beam.”

“Box wine it is, big spender.”

He eased up and smiled as he went for the drink and a glass. “So you wanted to talk about my prospects?”

“Ah, yeah. That’s what this was about. My mind is garbage. And today wasn’t even all that hard. Yes, tell me about these prospects.”

He passed me the drink and I half downed it while he spoke. “A janitor at work, kind of an old guy, I overheard him saying his rent had gone up a ton several months ago. And because he couldn’t find a good place to move to within that first month of increase, whatever savings he could scrounge started getting drained out by the higher rent. So basically, he’s completely fucked. On top of that, his husband is starting to have problems with dementia and the neighbors are criminals.”

“Oh? Damn, that really sucks. I mean, moving here they’d be criminals themselves, but... I think you’re right, Graeme. Sounds like a good prospect. I don’t know why I doubted that.”

He grinned wolf-like. “Everyone knows I am the best. Now I’m busy at work and you aren’t, so I thought maybe you could help them move?”

“What? God. You’re the worst. Give me all of your alcohol and I’ll think about it.”

“Damn. Is this what the post-capitalist economy will look like?”

“I hope so, nerd.” I shot him with a finger gun, this one significantly less sexy than the one from the night of our tryst.

He clutched his chest. “Estoy perdido, pero ¡viva la revolución!”

“No me gusta, dude.”

***

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#Rent is Theft #part 05 #nanowrimo april 2018

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