Reigne and Dean
Chapter 1
Secrets
She sat on the hood of the black Impala crossed legged, gazing into the sunset. There was silence. No one spoke. The blood was still drying on her flannel shirt (although NOT hers technically, but anything she decided to wear of his automatically became hers. Had he not slept commando, she would be wearing his boxers right now).
Life. Death. Existence. More things in Heaven and Earth she thought to herself how true that one statement was. He had it all figured out now didn't he? He wrote of all those things, love included. Ophelia and her problems. Juliet and hers. She laughed out-loud not meaning to, and he jumped.
Her eyes were closed, but she could still feel him near her. The scent of his Tom Ford cologne was intoxicating to her and eventually she would find a way also to jack some of it as a token of their...mutual friendship.
The sun was now low in the sky, a large wavy ball of orange hues setting down behind the cactus and dirt. It was time. She had to go. He wouldn't like it, but it was what it was. Peroxide would bring out the blood, the grime could be showered away and then a nice soak in a very hot tub. Another crappy motel, where she would drag out her own sheets to sleep under not trusting the laundry service at any of them. Once you've seen a motel bed under the CS-16 light, that picture is burned into your head, and she had seen enough to know you brought your own sheets.
She slid off quietly, he was still leaned up against the side of Baby downing the last of the dregs in the beer bottle. It definitely had been Miller Time. She smiled, the thoughts of the last few weeks jumbling her head full of emotions that she hadn't felt in years. But it was over. Tyler and Perry, Gabriel and Collins, Bonham and Copeland, she knew them all including the Homeland alias's. She would miss that, them, all of it. Two regular looking guys who saved the world more than Buffy could ever imagine. Death Hell and the Grave couldn't hold either of them. Crowley wouldn't take them for fear of Dean taking over, and Heaven? Yeah...kinda hard to fathom with a God who was still MIA. Hanna pretty much had it under control as it was, and she knew that Bobby and Charlie could handle anything that came up there.
But Dean and Sam needed something. Someone, she didn't know who but they needed some kind of stability. They were good together for a while, and then they fell apart as usual. It happens to the best of anyone, especially when the love is there that they have. Castiel goddess love him tries she knew. He was the mediator, protector, and the balancing scales they needed. She hated to admit it, but there was a tug in her soul. Dare she say the 'heartstrings' were playing and she was beginning to get really perturbed at them. It was always all fun and games until you threw a heart into it. That's when the shit pot got stirred and the mess began. Oh, it would be good for a while, until the white rubbed off the rice and all you had left was the dirty droppings from the bottom of the barrel. She knew the scores when she began, how else after all of this time was she able to stay one step ahead of anything?
She touched his arm, letting her hand slide down the worn leather to his fingertips. She proceeded to take the bottle from his hand, drink the last drop and toss it aside, hearing it clink clink as it bounced near the rocks. She stood in front of him, wrapping his strong arms around her waist as she put her head down upon his chest. She could hear the beat of his heart, the way it would start to pace faster when she rubbed her hands behind him, on his waist at first, then down the side of his legs. She could feel him, his jeans getting tight, his breath on her neck as he bent down to kiss her behind her ear.
“Dean...” her whisper trailed off into the silence of the desert wind. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she looked into his, once soulless and black now a beautiful deep hazel that would glow green in the full sun. “Don't say it, just...don't.” He whispered hoarsely, as he licked his lips, bending down to kiss hers.
. Before she could break free of his hold, he hooked her right foot, swiping it out from underneath her, catching her as she fell to the ground, lightening fast as he fell on top of her holding his full weight on his right knee, his elbows digging into the dirt on either side of her head. His face was in hers, not more than an inch, his tears falling like the angels once did from the dark skies. “Just don't say it, don't do it, you can't. I wont' let you. You don't have to run anymore Reigne. You.. “ he kissed her, his tongue probing her open mouth, her sucking on it as her tongue jutted into his mouth. She licked his teeth, tasting the beer and maybe the taco from earlier in the day. At this point she didn't care, it could have been a sack of onions he'd eaten and she still would have licked and sucked on his tongue and lips. He was beside her now, lying there on the hard surface of the land, his right hand holding her, his left hand sliding behind her head, holding her there not wanting to let go.
She rolled over on her side, her hands in his hair, before she could realise it, her left hand making its way down to his crotch. He moaned deep, his eyes rolling upward and closing as her hand unloosed the belt and found a way into his jeans. All these weeks that they were together and nothing had happened. Sammy wouldn't have believed it, as Reigne slept in Deans' room with him. What Sammy didn't know was Dean slept on the old futon and she slept in his soft featherdown bed.
Like a boxer in training she refused his advances, even when he came out of the shower without a towel. “Oh come on, you can't tell me this does nothing to turn you on?” He chuckled, his body wet with water and dripping down his toned abs, leaving puddles on the tile floor. “I didn't say it didn't sweetie, I'm just NOT that into you.” Reigne rolled over, trying to conceal her red face, burying it in an Enochian translation book. He walked over, throwing the large yellow towel on the bathroom floor. He strutted over to his dresser, brought out the cologne, splashing it on his chest before scrounging for the brush to swipe through his thick brown hair. She watched, oh how she watched his ritual. She glimpsed up over the top of the book that she had no idea how to even begin to decode. His back was sculpted, his ass...was unexplainable. It was the finest she had seen, not that she had seen many, but this was just too fine. He turned around, grabbing a pair of boxers, slipping them on and rearranged his front.
“So. What you're trying to tell me is, you're gay. Hey, that's okay by me, my best girlfriend is gay, not that she's a 'girllfrienddd' but you know, “ she stopped him with “A girl Friend, I get it. Yeah, Charlie and I have had our run ins, and no, I'm NOT gay but thank you for thinking that.”
She looked back down at the book and wished she would have paid more attention in Latin class, not that it would have helped with this one but she could have faked it just a tiny bit better than she was right at this moment. She felt the bed give, as he sat there, scooting himself up and over to where she was. He gingerly put his fingers around hers, taking the book out of her hands and tossing it to the lower corner of the giant bed. There he was. There she was. On the very bed that Cinderella and the Prince first made love in. “You have gold flecks in those azure eyes.” He whispered seductively. His hand came up to brush her brown hair back on her shoulders. He didn't understand this woman whom just walked into their life. Literally, walked into the bunker and set up her own shop. “Let me guess, you say that to all the girls right?” She smiled, the look on his face was priceless. As the days turned into a week then two, he was able break down a barrier here or there, but there was always that one door she refused to allow him access to.
The leakage brought him back to reality, as her hand worked up and down his hardness. “Wai..wait...” he shoved her slightly, pulling away from her, rolling over on his side toward Babys' tire. He had a pulse then another one and tried to keep his mind on the blood bath they just came through at the church. Think Dean think! He thought of ice, cold, snow, severed heads, limbs strewn all over the pews. Slowly he got himself under control. This happened too fast, he didn't want it like this, on the dirt in the lowlands. She was a Queen, and this wasn't the way a Queen should be treated. And, he thought, for a change, it wasn't going to be in the back of the car, on the hood, or well damnit in a crappy ass motel. He calmed himself enough to zip up his jeans and buckle his belt. He sighed. He couldn't believe his actions, not that he was denying his earthly pleasures, but yeah, he was DENYING his earthly pleasures! This one was for the books. Sam ever found out, he thought, he'd never hear the end of this.
Reigne lay on the hard dirt, breathing as if she had just ran a marathon. Well THIS just blew chunks. All this time and now HE decides he doesn't want it. She didn't know who was the worse tease, him or her. Him, she thought, definitely him. She wasn't the one getting all panty and hard. She didn't start at his neck and go down his shirt (although, had she thought of it first she sure as hell would have). She licked her dry lips. All for the best, that's the way it should be. Part on a good note, shake hands and maybe in the future run into one another and have a good laugh over all of this. She felt a bug crawling under her hair on her neck. She screamed, Dean jumped again, sitting up quick and awkwardly trying to fluff around her hair making sure it wasn't a spider or scorpion. He got it, a huge black bug, thankfully not a crab spider. Reigne didn't know what the man was doing other than shaking her hair out and hitting her back. She turned quickly, smacking his hand away before she burst out laughing. He blushed, smiling at her before he too started to laugh. “Well this is a fine mess Lucy.” he said, as he put his hand on the top of the tire to raise himself up before reaching out to help Reigne from the ground. She dusted her pants off, shook off her shirt and straightened her hair, finding a black round band to put it up in.
She had no words. What was there to say other than what she started to say to begin with. She could hear now in the distance the church burning, the flames that once roared were now dying down and out. It was miles away, but still the smell was carried by the warm winds. It was hard dark now and a long way back to the bunker for Dean, even longer way back for her. She stood there, trying not to think of the moments before all of this (and the black bug), wondering what he was thinking. She was sure he was to himself now, she glanced at where the large bulge was to see that yes, it was back to normal for Jr. (as she secretly nicknamed it). He opened the car door for her and she slid in, closing it behind her to wait for him to do the same. He got in, settled down in the worn seat staring straight ahead. The keys were in the ignition, so she reached over not thinking much about her actions, turned it to the on position to let the radio take up the silence that sat between them. She should have known better. Fate that fucking bitch was NOT on her side today. The radio wasn't up loud, not as loud as it usually was when they were driving, but enough to hear the lyrics to “ I Just Want to Make Love to You”. She hung her head. There was no getting out of this.
Dean cleared his throat as she turned to look at him. “Dean I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ...” she trailed off. Her sentence lost in his gaze. His eyes were tri colored and she could have sworn she saw something glimmer in them like stardust. Echo by Tom Petty came on, promises of winter , worshiping someone like gold and riding that train forever. Her whole damn life was nothing but an echo and it seemed that she would never hear anything else but someone elses' voice in her head calling her away.
She turned to stare out the window at the darkness and whatever was roaming free in it. How would she fare if she just got out right now and started walking? It was her fight or flight kicking in and kicking her ass right now. Her hand was on the door lever, starting to pull up when he brushed her hair again, from the front of her chest to the back of her shoulders. It was long, down past her breasts and she thought at one point it would be better if she would cut it. Less likely that way to have it yanked from her head by the roots by some demon, hellspawn or creature of the night. Vampires particularly played dirty when she fought, kicking pulling hair, biting, just like a 9 year old in a school break fight.
He leaned over further across the seat, pulling her once again to his body. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm the one that needs to apologize. I took advantage of a situation knowing full well the consequences that may arise.”
And arise they did, she thought. She couldn't look at him, not with him this close to her. She knew if she did their lips would automatically gravitate toward one another. Focus damnit. “No, it's me. It's been me all along. In the bunker, the night you lay on the bed with me, I wanted you then. Dean, you wouldn't have known it, you were sound asleep and boy let me tell you something, when you sleep, you don't just go off into slumblerland, you die..”
“And?” He said, once again that low sexy voice of his, knowing full well a confession was forthcoming. He knew, he just pretended to be asleep. He hadn't had a good nights sleep since the days of Lisa. Slipping into bed with her was like taking NyQuil. All it took was her arms around him and he was out like a light.
It was her turn to clear her throat and blush. “I....took advantage of you while you were sleeping. You were lying there, and I couldn't resist kissing you, touching you...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have, but my resistance as of late had been worn down by you, in all fairness to say.” She wasn't ashamed. She didn't regret what she did. Two weeks of his advances would wear down Mother herself. No one is perfect, even her. And once Dean was told why she had to leave, and who she really was, she didn't think there would be a snowballs chance in..well..her fathers Kingdom.
“It's all good. I..I didn't feel a thing, so you could have kept your secret and we would have went on.” He grinned, thinking back to that night and knowing it was the best non sex he had experienced. Her touch on his cold skin was like an inferno. He could feel her energy when her fingertips touched his skin. It was like fire and ice both, electric currents in an ocean of darkness. She...sapped him of all the worry and fear he had building up within him over this case. He could feel it leaving his body, being pulled out unwillingly like a child in a candy store. Her hands went to his back as he lay there on his stomach and every tense muscle he had faded away. He rolled on his back, and she never caught on that he was there, eyes closed waiting for her to slip over on top of him and rock him like a hurricane. But she didn't. She did though, slide from the bed to the bottom, spread his legs slightly as she made her way up between them and took his hardness into her mouth.
How he lay there without a moan coming from his lips that she would have heard was unreal. His breath was labored, sweat beads had formed on his brow and it took all he had in him not to brush her hair back so he could watch the show, entwining her hair through his long fingers. No, he lay there and imagined her on top of him, her body glistening with sweat, leaning down on him kissing him, her tongue in his hot mouth as his shaft slid in and out of her wetness. He came only after a few minutes, but what seemed an eternity to him. He tightened, his balls squeezing ever upward as he jerked, the feelings of what was to explode rising within him. He had never had anyone do what she did next. Even Lisa had refused to do that. Reigne swallowed every last drop of him, licking again as he subsided, her fingertips leaving the under part of his scrotum to gently rub his tight stomach.
He HAD to have that again. He would have had that again tonight and more, but...it wasn't time. Not that way, not where they were. She deserved better and damnit he was going to make sure she got it. He was going to do his best to repay the little secret that she had kept. Yes, after that night he slept on the rusty old futon, afraid that he would roll over and take her there, be it in her sleep or having her awake. He understood her mantra of “Nothing is more important than the Mission.” She at one point started sounding much like his dad did, or the least of which she sounded like a Slayer from Buffy.
She touched his hand, moving it from the console to her left leg, holding it gently with hers. It startled him, he wasn't used to this ...this female for one, but the raw gentleness that she displayed not only to him but to Sam was unnerving. NOT that she ever did what she did with him with Sam. She treated him much like Charlie had, a brother, someone to watch over. She fixed his liquid grass for him each morning, along with her own. She fixed Dean bacon and eggs along with waffles one morning just as a surprise. In the short time she was there, he began to get used to her presence. It was like they had known her all their lives. Anything was possible, the brothers knew this.
But why take her in as they did almost with interrogation and question? Her response to each question was correct. Was exactly what they were looking for. But there was just something about her Dean couldn't put his finger on. Sam had given up. He knew that credentials could be faked, hell, how many times had they faked their own? She said her mother worked with Bobby when she was a small child. Okay, that could very well be. The brothers were protected in that respect with things of that nature and really didn't see their Uncle Bobby that much. In his journals he did mention an Inanna in his earlier ones. Dean didn't read, he skimmed. Funny how things come to pass, especially with him and Sam. People came and went, none staying as true families did. No, theirs died horrible deaths at the hands of hell dogs and demons. The family business you know. He shrugged. She would be no different. She would be here for a bit before she left, or worse, died.
“Penny for your thoughts?” She asked as she leaned over to turn the radio back up. Billy Idol. Rebel Yell. How ironic in so many ways that would come on, but then again, she didn't believe in coincidences. Fate that damn sister of hers was testing her again. Songs, sunsets, languid kisses...irony in all of them, but she had to change Fates destiny for her.
“Me?” He gave her a smile and a sideways glance. “Just wondering a few things. We have a few hours before we get back to Sam. How about we get to know each other just a little bit better right? You know, cousins, aunts uncles...” he noticed how she bit her lower lip subconsciously. Family. So he struck a cord finally with her.
“Okay, what would you like to know? No more secrets remember?” She took a deep breath praying that some of the questions would not be what she knew they would be.
“You first. Is there anything you would want to ask?” He squeezed her hand reassuringly. What could she ask that she didn't apparently already know?
“Are you and Bobby really related? I mean, is he your real uncle and all? “ Her mouth was dry. She bent down to see if there was a bottle of water in the floor of the Impala and started to wish fervently that she had taken a piss when they were back parked.
“Well, that's the million dollar question right there. We grew up knowing he was our uncle. By blood? We don't know, we never did a dna test.” He laughed at that thought, of Bobby giving blood for that reason.
“So, you really don't know.” Her last word trailed off in the night to the tune of Leave Me Alone by Billy Joel.
“Nope.” Dean said, as the epiphany hit him like a brick wall. She had asked of Bobby before, during dinner one night while Sam was talking of the old days when Bobby and Rufus hunted together.
Nah. Nooooo. Unhuh. Dean visibly shook his head. Surely not. She...couldn't be Bobbys child. Dean did note that some of his journals were torn out, pages from that time ripped from the leather confines of the notebooks. He'd found mention of Inanna in the second one, something of how Bobby thought she was hot or rad or something like that. And then something something spell cast something demons of hell coming ...Dean couldn't think right now. What if Reigne was Bobbys child. He jerked his hand back to the wheel of the car. No. I mean no no way, no how Bobby would have told him right? Sure there were things that he refused to talk about, but to have an affair on his wife? Again with the brick wall, Dean was reminded of a brother he and Sam knew nothing about. Secrets and lies. When did they ever stop and how did they ever begin?
He cleared his throat, licking his lips and sought himself to find something in the middle of the console to drink. “My turn right?”
She braced herself of what was to come. “Yes, of course.” She smiled, her eyes belying the feelings of turmoil her stomach was now feeling.
“You mentioned Bobby a few times like you knew him. And from what I've read in a few of his journals, he knew your mom quite well right?”
“Yes. Yes he did. They were...they were childhood friends at one point when my mother moved here from Southern Georgia.”
“So, that's where that accent came from, I was wondering. “ A southern belle well what the hell Dean thought. He knew the title he found with her had to mean something. Maybe she was Queen of the Ball or something. Queen Bee? Queen..all he could think of now was Dairy Queen and burgers. There were times he honestly thought he had ADHD or something. Damn mind couldn't keep track of anything anymore (and oh look a squirrel)...
“Uh, yes. My family owns some acreage down there along with some farm land.” She didn't lie. It was a big place and she didn't have to say anything about the cemetery being on the far side of the land.
“So, your parents, they're from there or...” Dean trailed off, wanting her to take the lead into this.
“Well,” Reigne said, squirming to get comfortable in her seat. “They're from there, um, my dad likes the hot weather down there, where he's originally from it was kind of cold and rainy at times. He..he liked the hot humid weather. My mother as well. She lived in a very dry arid climate and welcomed the steaminess of the lower part of the state.” She was rambling. Maybe that would suffice. Both parents from the lower south, and she was a nice girl. Came from a nice family (Okay, she wouldn't mention that her mother was Queen of Heaven and her father just happened to be the King of Hell. How would THAT go over with the Winchesters?)
“And they just up and decided to move to Kansas one day? Leaving all that behind for dust storms and tornadoes from out of nowhere?”
She cracked the window a bit, the wind came rushing in, a much needed relief from the sweat she was feeling that started to drip down her back. “My mom had a job offer and we relocated. Dad had another job offer and well, they went their separate ways, amicable I might add. I don't think they had been in love in years as it was. I don't even know how they stayed together for as long as they did. I mean, I really didn't see anything they had in common, other than maybe music and a few other interests.” She began to think. Honestly, what DID those two have in common other than her and their love for the classics. Mother wasn't into the dark arts as Father was. She was glorious in her light and angels came and went constantly at the plantation. Of course, father didn't like it nor did he abide by it for long, moving into the guest house for a while (and taking up with one of the maids. She knew. She had seen them at the pool one night, both of them totally nude and in the pool. After that, she refused to go anywhere near the pool or guest house until her dad commanded her to do so). All her life she just had to guess that yes, the old adage was true, opposites did attract.
Dean struck a nerve. So, her mom and her moved to Kansas. Her mom met Bobby and they had an affair. What of Reigne? What role did she play in any of this?
“And your dad. He didn't mind your mother uprooting you from the family homeplace and moving you what, four states over?
“Technically, five if you want to count Oklahoma. “ she laughed weakly.
“Nah. No one counts Oklahoma. Well, not until college football season that is.”
Dean drove in silence, as she sat staring out of the passenger window. Clouds were rolling in from the north. It was that time of year, but she dreaded it. The thunder scared her at times. They have their own way of contacting you when they need you, she thought. Thunder, lightening, the water bowls, all of it could be used. She refused to have a mirror any where on her person that wasn't covered in black velvet.
In three hours, no cars were passed. A few long haul truckers and what looked like a very large flatbed with mining equipment on it. She was getting antsy and her bladder was screaming for relief.
“Dean, can you pull off here somewhere? I really have to ..I've got to...”
“Take a leak? Yeah sure, why didn't you say something before now?”
The car slowed, coming to a stop on the shoulder of the road. It was a long stretch deserted for what looked like miles. Reigne jumped out of the car, going to the back, and hunkering down next to the fender holding on to it to steady herself. Relief. Glorious relief came as she grabbed for a tissue in her pocket. Pulling it out, she dropped something she hadn't known she'd put into her jeans.
Fixing herself, she bent down to pick up the stone. It was iridescent purple, translucent with flecks of silver through it. Amethyst maybe? She stuffed it back into her pocket and proceeded to walk back, getting into the car and getting settled back in.
“Yeah Sammy I got it. No, no where's near you yet. Maybe another day if Reigne doesn't mind tagging along? No, I'll ask her. Yeah, yeah I'm sure.” So. Another day? That put her what approximately four days behind finding her father this time. It wasn't like she had direct contact with the man/demon. He had taught her how to summon him in case of emergencies or if she had a bogey man under her bed but that required usually a blood sacrifice.
She sighed. What was one or two more days?
“Yeah she's right here, need to talk with her? Ahkay, yeah I got it. I'll swing by Stevies to pick some up. No, I think we're about another thirty minutes out yet. Yeah, I'll call when we get there. You too. Hey! And stay safe out there k?” The light on the cell went out, and the phone was placed back in the little hole in the dash.
“Well, one adventure down, ready for another? “ He laid his head back on the head rest, watching her reaction to what she had heard. She smiled at him, her eyes shining in the dimness of the glow on the overhead light. He reached over her, opened the door and slammed it, the light now out as well. And there it was, her expectations of thinking he was leaning in for a kiss. She had to stop this foolishness. What has happened has happened and can't happen anymore. She was going to lose her focus and then what? I mean really she thought, I know it can't get any worse than it has been. Angels falling, Leviathans roaming the earth, Death taking a vacation, Lucifer stuck in a cage with Micheal, her mother AWOL from Heaven and others having to do all the grunt work plus more, and her father now the King of Hell. Still. The mission is what counts. Nothing else.
“Why not?”
“I'm not keeping you from anything important am I?” The Cars song Drive came on, much like clockwork tonight, the radio set the mood for anything coming out of her mind or heart.
“Or, anyone?” He gazed in her eyes, the beat of the music settling in between their bodies. Splats of rain started hitting the windshield, splattering on the sides and into her side. No Dean, she thought. No one. Not anyone. No certain person.
“No...” she whispered as the thunder rolled across the black sky, the lightening streaking across the flat surface of the realm of angels. deGrasse Tyson would argue that it was round, but she knew better. Until you've been there, you don't know. All he saw was what was face value. More realms, more existences. Tesla got it. Einstein did too. Sooner or later he wold catch up.
Dean grinned like a boy in a sports store. “Well then, we have a few more miles to go before we sleep don't we?”
He put the car into drive, spun the tires in the now wet dirt, driving on down the lonesome road, running down the dreams of yesterday, formulating a plan. She didn't have to know anything as of yet, let it be a surprise to her. Unlike Sammy, he could keep a secret. Like Sammy, anything of this nature excited him to no end.
A few more miles and they would be in the next town. Zephyr Cove seemed innocent enough, but didn't they all? A few seedy motels were on the interstate coming into the small city. There had to be a much nicer one to find. He glanced over at Reigne to see she had finally given up the ghost. Her head was leaned on the window, and he noticed that her shoes were off, one of her legs tucked under the other.
He found the one he was looking for. Now to find a valid credit card they would take without checking. After all, no one else bothered with it as long as he gave a plate number with it and that was easily changed.
“Reigne, hey wakey wakey. We're here for the night.” He watched as she yawned, stretched and yawned again. She looked down at her (his) flannel shirt. There was still dried blood on it. She leaned over the seat to grab her jacket. There, no one would see what was on the front of it.
“Okay. I'm ready. “ She opened the door, slammed it shut this time, and waited for Dean to get out. He rummaged in the glove compartment for a bit before yelling something under his breath and emerged with what he was looking for.
The entrance way was well lit and you could pick out the car where ever you were as long as you were given a room on this side. She was sure he would ask for one and probably inquire about the porn channel as well. Eh. Hopefully he would grab two rooms and not just a double. That way she wouldn't have to listen to the moans all night of Asian beauties doing their thing to very horrible 70's music.
