A Wicked Little Tale of Terror

A Wicked Little Tale of Terror

Flora Winters

I do not own Supernatural and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: Demons aren't the only beings that remind mortal men why they once feared the dark. This story will contain boy love, strong language, and violence. This is a rewrite of I Got Spirit.

Chapter One

Diana decided that she was going to stop in and check on Leon before heading back to her dorm with Becky. She had this funny feeling that something just didn’t feel right for some reason. The two of them got off the elevator and made their way down the quiet hall because everyone who was anyone was still at or passed out at the killer party. Diana took notice that it felt rather cold and Becky shivered from it as well.

“Are you cold?” She asked and Becky shook her head.

“Not really,” she said with a small smile. Her cheeks were a little pink from the booze. “It just feels cold up here. Don’t you think?”

Diana nodded and then shivered, too. The two of them stopped in front of Leon’s closed door and Diana knocked several times. There was no answer. She put her hand up to the door and called for him. There was still no answer. That was so odd. He said that he was coming back here because he was unwell. Did he pass out in the woods? Oh, she hoped not! She kept knocking and then waited a few seconds to see if she could hear feet moving on the floor.

“Is he a heavy sleeper?” Becky asked her, looking around.

“Not really,” she said, starting to get really worried, and knocked even harder. “He wakes up at the drop of a needle.”

She jiggled the doorknob, only to find it locked. She cursed and told Becky to wait while she ran to get some desk-worker to give her a key. Becky nodded and watched her remove her break-neck heels, and dash to the fire-escape.

Becky leaned back against the cool wall next to Leon’s door, sighing. The light over her head began to flicker and she rolled her eyes. These older dorms really needed a good sprucing up. A second light began to flicker, then a third, followed by a fourth one as well. Her eyes widened as she slowly turned to the door, hearing strange whisperings and airy echoes coming from the other side of the locked door. She let out a breath and she could see it. It was so fucking cold. She felt like she was going to freeze to death. She tried to move and realized she was glued to the spot like a fly on flypaper. There was some invisible force that she couldn’t see keeping her there. The lights kept flickering and the whisperings inside the room intensified, only to suddenly stop. She just stood there, shaking, and letting out a blood-chilling scream when a hand grasped her shoulder.

She spun around with her fist pulled back, swinging, and pulling it back when she saw that it was Diana looking all wide-eyed with her hands up in front of her face in defense. She threw her arms around Diana’s neck, shivering. “There was scary noises coming from inside, the lights were flickering, and it got so cold I could see my breath!”

Diana noticed that her skin felt like ice as the girl cried in her arms. “And I was not able to move or scream until you touched me!”

“Calm down,” Diana soothingly said, running her fingers through her long hair, only to pull back in horror. “Your hair is soaking wet.”

Becky looked at her with fear mirrored in her eyes, and Diana quickly inserted the key, opening the door to find that place in total darkness. Becky quickly took her hand as they slowly made their way into the room. “Leon?” Diana asked.

The room was freezing cold and the both of them were shivering from it. Diana froze when she realized she had stepped in something really cold and quickly reached for the light-switch. Light flooded the room and she stared down in horror. Becky let out a choked gasp, because she was too shocked to scream. Diana had tears streaming down her cheeks before she could actually register what it was she was looking down at.

Leon was sprawled out on his back in the floor, looking up at the ceiling with wide eyes. He was lying in a pool of his own blood. She was standing in the blood of her best friend. She tried to step back, only to slip and fall, causing Becky to scream and jump to help her. She ended up falling, too.

He looked so pale and she could see the dried tears on his cheeks. He had been laughing and joking only hours ago, and now he was lying here dead before her.

“Get help,” Diana whispered in a shaky voice, crawling to him. “Call 911, Becky. Get somebody…”

“I,” Becky tried, flinching in fear. “I can’t leave you here. What if whoever did this is still here? I heard someone in here, Diana.”

“Please,” Diana whispered. “Get help.”

Becky shook her head, looking around, and scrambled to her feet. She ran from the room, heading for the stairwell.

Diana just sat there, pulling Leon’s head up into her lap. She combed her fingers through his dark blood-matted hair. “It’s going to be okay,” she cooed, rocking back and forth, cradling him in her arms. “Everything’s going to be okay.” The tears of rage fell and something inside her snapped.

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Dean was pissed. That stupider girl had seriously fucked up the crime-scene, according to the cops. She had to literally be dragged from the body by her father, who was the head of the investigation. She had kept screaming about how she couldn’t just leave him like that and actually gave her old man a black eye. He looked up from the crime-scene photos of the extraordinarily beautiful young man, seeing Sam sitting at the desk, looking all EMO as usual. “Were the two of them banging?” He asked.

“The victim was homosexual, Dean,” Sam said, turning to look out the window of their hotel room.

Dean looked back down at the photo, sighing to himself, looking the masculine beauty over. “What a waste.”

“Becky Williams,” Sam said, throwing his brother the report. “She said that some strange things happened before Diana Taylor opened the door to the victim’s room.”

Dean looked it over. Flickering lights, coldness, paralysis, and distorted whisperings. It looked like they had a haunting.

“His heart was ripped clean out,” Sam said, closing his eyes, remembering his dream. “Something punched its fist through his chest, pulling it out.”

Dean looked over at him. “A demon?”

Sam shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Dean looked back at the photos again, and got up to put his jacket on. “How about we go pay Haunting Beauty a little visit?”

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“And who might you two young gentlemen be?” The coroner asked, looking up from his computer at the both of them.

“I am Detective Cullen,” Dean said, giving the old man his best shit-eating grin. “And this is my partner, Dick.”

“I’m also a detective,” Sam told him, politely showing him his badge. “We’re here to see the dorm victim’s body.”

“Of course,” the coroner said, getting up from his desk. “Please, follow me this way.”

Dean snickered from behind the man, mocking the way the stiff-neck was walking, which made Sam roll his eyes. They followed him down the long hallway, into a cold room where the body was being held.

The man walked over and opened up the door, pulling out an empty slab. He just stood there for a moment, and turned to look at them. “It would appear we have a problem here, gentlemen.”

“Oh, you’re telling me,” Dean said, looking at Sam, and then back at him. “Where the hell is the body, Doc?”

The man sniffed and walked past the two of them, reaching for the phone on the desk. Dean walked over and lifted up the sheet, and found nothing.

“Doctor Thomas?” Sam asked when the man put the phone down. “What is it?”

“Security is heading this way,” he said, shaking his head. “It would appear that someone has stolen the young man’s body.”

Dean scoffed. “Who is the kid’s family? Do they know he’s dead?”

“Um,” the doctor said, scratching his head. “I believe it to be Holloway. I can double check”

Sam bit his bottom lip. “Thank you for your help, Doctor.”

“Yeah,” Dean grumbled, strolling by with his hands in his back pockets. “Thank you so much. You people really should get raises for this awesome work.”

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“Can you be anymore rude?” Sam asked, getting into the car.

Dean put the key into ignition, and the engine roared to life. “I can always try.”

“Where are we going now?” Sam asked, looking out his window, watching all the greenery pass him by. The place was so pretty.

“We’ll check out his dorm-room,” Dean said as he turned onto the road, leading to the campus grounds. “And we’ll just see if his spirit is haunting the place now.”

Sam nodded, pulling out the case-file from the glove-box, looking it over once more. Evil had ripped that heart clean out and had taken it. So far, the police were calling it some kind of cult killing. Had the killer come back and taken the body? He looked at the pictures again.

Leon Hollow had been the name he went by, but the coroner had said Holloway. Did the young man change his name for some odd reason? Hey was only 22 years old and just getting out in the world. Sam shook his head, looking the crime photos again, seeing that there were tears staining those pale cheeks. He narrowed his eyes, closing the folder with s snap.

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The two of them just stood outside the door to Leon Holloway’s room in awe. There were flowers and balloons with teddy-bears all outside the door and along the walls. Pictures with friends were set in frames. Many were taped to the walls and door with little notes on them.

“Wow,” Dean said, looking the photos over, reading the notes. “This guy was really loved.”

Sam was looking at the teddy-bears that were holding little hearts in their paws. They made him feel kind of queasy. It was like the bears were saying, “We love you, so, here’s our hearts.” He let out a shaky breath.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked him.

“I’m fine,” he said, looking at the pictures from parties and other social functions where Leon seemed to be the center of all the attention. It was like he was at the center of every photograph. There wasn’t a single one where he was alone.

Both of them stopped when they heard a noise coming from inside the room. Dean rolled his eyes. Surely the killer wasn’t so stupid.

“It could be the spirit,” Sam said, putting his hand on the knob, only for Dean to stop him.

“Wait,” he said, removing Sam’s hand from the door. “Listen.”

Sam looked at him with a cocked brow and then realized that he could hear it, too. Was that a CD or was there somebody singing in there?

Ancient spirits of the forest
Made him king of elves and trees
He was the only human-being who lived in harmony
In perfect harmony

The two of them looked at each other and quickly threw the door open, racing inside, seeing a young woman standing in front of a sound-system. There were some candles lit on top of it, and she looked like she was praying.

“Excuse me!” Dean shouted over the beautiful song, causing her to spin around, throwing a candlestick at his head. He ducked just in time. It flew over his head, smacking the wall behind him. It left a dent. “Holy shit!”

“It serves you right!” She said, turning off the music. “How dare you sneak up on a poor defenseless young girl like that?”

“Defenseless?” Dean scoffed in outrage, looking at the dent in the wall. “You could have taken my head off with that thing, lady.”

She put a shapely hand on her left hip, and Sam stepped forward, doing his best not to laugh at Dean. “Who are you?” He asked. “And why are you here?”

“I could ask you two the same thing,” she said, taking out the CD, putting it in her purse.

Dean showed her his fake badge, and she put her hands up in the air before her in mock horror. “Oh, no,” she cried in a high-pitched tone. “Did my daddy send you two to lock me away?”

“Shit,” Dean hissed, putting his badge back into his pocket. “Diana Taylor?”

“That would be me,” she said, turning to pick her purse up, putting the strap across her shoulder. “And you two would be?”

“We’re detectives,” Sam told her, putting ah and on Dean’s hard chest. It was puffed out in anger. The guy reminded him of a cat when he got pissed. He was surprised he was spitting and clawing at her. “Why are you here?”

“I came to say goodbye,” she said, looking around the room one more time. “Before his family comes and takes his things away.”

“What’s with the music?” Dean asked, eyeing her purse. It sounded Pagan.

“Leon was studying music,” she said, smiling.

“Music?” Sam asked. “Was that Leon on the CD?”

“Yes,” she nodded, looking away from the two of them. She had tears welling up in her eyes. “He had such a beautiful voice.”

“Hey,” Sam said, seeing the tears fall from her eyes. “I’m…we’re sorry for your loss, Miss Taylor.”

“I didn’t lose him!” She snapped like a whip, causing Sam to jump in surprise at the volume the young woman possessed. “Someone or something took him from me!”

“This is all still under investigation, Miss,” Dead said, looking the place over with a critical eye. There had been something here. The place seemed to resonate with it. He would have to get out his equipment when this bitch wasn’t here. “For all we know, some psycho pulled a Scream.”

She laughed and it was colder than a winter’s frigid night. “I’m so sorry that candlestick didn’t knock your fucking head off, Detective.”

Dean narrowed his eyes at her and she matched his gaze perfectly. Sam decided that he had better do something before he lost all the family he had left. “Can we get your number and address?” He asked her, elbowing Dean, making him slightly yelp. “That way we can contact you should we have questions.”

“Sure,” she said, turning around to blow out the candles. The two of them heard her whisper something, but couldn’t make out what it was.

Dean looked away. He really didn’t like this sassy bitch. She walked over and took the paper and pen from San when a knock came at the door. Another girl slowly stepped inside. She was just as beautiful as Diana. Dean watched her look around and then she smiled at him.

“I’ll be right there, babe,” Diana said, quickly handing the paper back to Sam. She walked over and pecked her on the cheek with her lips. “This is Becky Williams,” she told Sam, completely ignoring Dean. “She was with me.”

“Can we go now?” Becky asked her. “This place is just too sad and it’s spooky.”

“We’ll be in touch,” Sam said, watching the two of them go. “Well?” He asked his older brother. “What do you think?”

“I think we spend the night,” Dean said, heading for the door. “I’ll go get our stuff.”

“I’ll go to the front desk and tell that this is just a follow-up, and don’t forget the sleeping-bags,” Sam said, following him out, noticing that the floor was abnormally quiet for being a college dorm.

“I find it very strange,” Dean said, pushing the button on the elevator. “That no one heard a damn thing.”

“That’s because,” a guy said, walking out of his room. “Everyone was at the party last night.”

Dean and Sam watched him walk over. He looked as though he had been crying. He was tall, thin, and average looking. He had deep green eyes.

“You knew Leon?” Sam asked.

“Who didn’t?” The guy asked. “Everyone knew Leon. He was the nicest guy a person could ever hope to befriend.”

“And you would be?” Dean asked, looking him over.

“I’m Bobby Smith,” he said, giving him a sad smile. “I was friends with Leon ever since he moved here for school.”

“So, he doesn’t live around here?” Dean asked.

“No,” Bobby said. “He never talked much about his family or about where he came from. They must not have approved of him being gay. I just assumed he came here to get away from them.”

“He left the party,” Sam said, and then asked. “Do you know why?”

Bobby nodded his head. “Diana, she’s one of my friends, she was the one who found him with her girlfriend,” he told them. “She told me he left because he was complaining about not feeling well.

“That’s what the report said,” Dean muttered. “Is there another reason besides that one?”

“His ex was there,” Bobby whispered. “Daniel Matthews.”

“Did the two of them have a fight?” Sam asked, looking into his eyes, seeing he was telling the truth.

“No,” he said. “I saw Leon smile at him with tears in his eyes, and he just walked away, leaving Dan there.”

“Can you tell us where this Dan lives?” Dean asked him.

“Dan was a jerk, but he would never hurt Leon like this,” he said. “But he lives in Foxglove Apartment 5 over on Clover Street.”

“Thanks,” Dean said, watching him walk off towards the bathroom. He just noticed the metal pail in his hands. “Why does he have a pail?”

“He’s taking a shower,” Sam told him.

“With a fucking pail?” Dean asked.

“College kids use them to hold their shampoo and stuff, Dean,” Sam sighed.

“Well, excuse me,” Dean drawled. “Not all of us had the chance to go to college, Sammy.”

“Did you look at the photos?” Sam asked, ignoring his jibe.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded, looking away. “Why?”

“He had tears in his eyes, Dean,” he said, looking back at the huge love altar. “He looked so betrayed…heartbroken.”

“Sammy,” Dean whispered. “This is a horrible time for puns.” He noticed the tears in his little brother’s eyes. “Sammy?” He asked in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head, trying to hide his lie. “I’m just being stupid, that’s all.”

Dean cocked his head to the side. That was when the elevator door decided to open up. He really hated elevators.

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Deirdre Holloway sat in her dark room, weeping over the passing of her beautiful Kerian. Her “Little Dark One” had left this world to join the Sidhe in their Hollow Hills. She had felt his death the moment it had happened. It had caused her to fall upon her knees, wailing like a blood-splattered banshee. She had warned him about the dangers of leaving the safety of the family, but he had wanted to experience the world, and now he had returned to it. Even her own mother couldn’t balm her weeping heart with ancient wisdoms from times long past. The heart of her child had been pulled from his chest by some evil, and she smashed her mirror with a pale fist. Her dark and precious beauty had left this world, and she no longer wished to look upon her own face, for she saw him reflected in her violet eyes. She slammed the door shut with a gesture, throwing herself upon her canopy bed. Silk hissed all around her like flowing green vines.

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Aine Holloway could feel her daughter’s pain and her heart bled for her. The child of her daughter’s sacred womb was gone. He had been stolen away by some dark force out in “that” world she had warned him about stepping out into.

She walked along the path of sacred ash, oak, birch, and yew to the place where her beloved grandson rested. He slept at the base of the scarred rowan tree. In a whisper of spider’s silk, she fell to her knees, taking out a silver dagger, slicing open her palm. Her magical blood spilled upon the green earth as she touched the trunk of the magical rowan. “Mother!” She cried out in the ancient tongue. “Give him the strength he needs!”

The tree glowed with an inner fire as the sound of wooden flutes filled the juniper scented air. A soft breeze blew through her long white hair that had never been cut in her 500 years of life. Tears streamed from her eyes like silver flames as she gazed up at the raven that was perched on a branch. The Goddess had heard her prayers, answering the blood-calling.

“Find your heart, my dearest Keiran,” she whispered into the wind as the battle-crow took flight. “Then you may find eternal repose in the arms of the Mother in the Land of the Young.”

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Finding Clover Street had not been a problem. The problem was trying to find that damn Foxglove apartment 5.

“You know,” Dean cursed because he was hot, and he really needed to take a piss. “One would think they would put these fuckers in order.”

Sam just shook his head, pointing. “Didn’t we look over there already?”

“How the hell should I know?” He yelled, trying hard not to squeeze his legs together like a little schoolboy about to go on himself. “Go see.”

“Fine,” Sam grumbled, walking off. Dean wiped the sweat from his brow and he jumped behind the nearest tree, whipping it out. He had to piss like a racehorse.

“I found it, Dean!” Sam yelled. “Where’d you go?”

“Shit!” Dean hissed in pain, getting some of his pubes caught in his zipper. His eyes watered and he made it look so he was walking around the big tree. “I was looking over there.”

“This is it,” he said, turning, knocking on the door, receiving no answer. “And who would have guessed that five came after four?”

“Shut up!” Dean snapped, walking up to him, waiting for somebody to answer the damn door. The two of them just stood there, looking around, and Dean looked over, noticing that there only seemed to be one care parked, and they probably lived in the place next door. “Hmm, maybe he’s not home.”

“I guess we’ll just have to try back later then,” Sam said, looking through the window, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

“Yeah,” Dean said, turning away for Sam to follow. “It’s getting late anyway and I need a shower. I’m going to stop and pick me up a pail, too.”

Neither of them saw the glowing red eyes looming out at them from the dark window. But, they didn’t see the molten amber ones of the raven looking at them. The full moon would soon be at the destined point. The raven took to the sky with a cry. Justice was at hand.

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The dorm floor was loud when the two of them go back. There must have been a party going on and Sam had to drag Dean away from the loud music and the cheers.

“You’re no fun,” Dean sighed heavily, throwing the sleeping-bags down on the floor.

“This is work, Dean,” Sam told him, leaving no room to argue. “You can play some other time.”

“You’re such an old woman,” Dean smirked.

“Hey,” he said, looking at him seriously. “I’m not the one with crow’s feet.”

Dean’s eyes widened and he stormed off to the bathroom with his metal pail in hand, stomping his large feet the whole way. He slammed the door behind him. Leon’s room had its own bathroom. It must have cost a ton of extra cash, too.

Sam snickered as he took a seat on his sleeping-bag, digging around in the brown paper-bag for his Chinese food they had gotten at the local China Hut. His brother had always been the vain one. He looked around the now spare rooms and sighed. They really cleaned the place out since they’d been gone.

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Dean looked in the mirror and sighed with relief. His little brother was such an asshole, but he loved him anyway. He then frowned when he thought about how misty Sammy’s eyes had looked earlier. It looked as though he had been about to break down and cry. He thought back, and could not think of anything he could have possibly done to have caused it. Had something happened that Sammy wasn’t telling him?

He took of his jeans very carefully. Today was the last day he was ever going to go without wearing boxers again. That damn zipper had almost killed him. He could see the obituary now.

Dean Winchester, Killed by Pant Zipper

He pulled off his shirt, hopped in the shower, and cursed when his stomach growled. Sammy had better not be sampling his damn food.

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He stepped out of the bath thirty minutes later. He had a towel around his waist and one around his head. It helped his hair to dry faster. He froze when he saw Sammy sprawled out on top of a sleeping-bag, snoring softly. He cocked his head to the side and smiled down at him. Sam looked so peaceful when he was sleeping, almost angelic like. It had been awhile since they did get any sleep, and he decided he wasn’t going to stick his little brother’s finger in warm water this time.

He put his clean boxers on and put Sammy’s food away. He knelt down next to him, took off his shoes, and fixed the top of his sleeping-bag over him so that he wouldn’t get cold. His stomach growled again and he quickly started to chow down on his food. He would take the first watch to see if Spooking Beauty decided to rattle his chains.

“I hope you don’t mind me sleeping in your room tonight, Leon,” he whispered as he fixed his sleeping bag on top of the bare green mattress. His foot hit something under the bed, and he bend down, discovering it was a book about Irish Goddesses. It must have been left behind when the college moved out all the stuff out. He had always wanted to take a trip to Ireland.

He settled himself in, and began to red about Brigid, Danu, Macha, Mab, and all the other many Goddesses of the emerald isle. He smiled to himself when he got the part where the author tried to tie them all together as being different aspects of the whole. He loved the idea of there being a powerful Goddess being Mother to all. He had never really known the gentle love of a mother, only the harsh will of a demanding father. He really liked the parts about the Apple Isle called Avalon, and Tir Na Nog. He would never ever tell Sammy about this. But, he sometimes wondered if Faeries were real. He had never seen them, but there were so many accounts.

He looked at his watch and his eyes started to feel heavy. He kept reading and a few minutes later the book hit the floor with a thud. He was sound asleep and molten amber eyes glowed in the darkness, waiting for the “tween” time.

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The full moon rose higher in the sky like a silver jewel as the clouds blew out of sight. A bell tower in the distance was chiming the midnight hour, and wings of violet darkness flapped like thunder.

The wind died away and glowing balls of brilliant light hovered and danced across the ground to the sound of wooden pipes being played below the window where the two Winchester brothers were sound asleep. Golden lightning split the jewel-studded sky as the raven cawed.

Glittering frost began to coat the window inside the room, causing Dean to shiver and snuggle deeper into his sleeping-bag. Radiant golden lightning split the starry sky again as the moon rose even higher. A shape began to dance into being before the frost covered window.

The raven cawed once more for thunder to bellow across the heavens. Its dark body began to fade and Leon’s took solid form. He stood in front of the window that was now completely white with frost. Tears came to his eyes as the window shattered, sparkling in the silver light of the moon. The night was so beautiful. The faerie pipes were playing just for him.

He could hear the voice of his grandmother calling out to him. She had invoked the powers of the Great Mother to give him the strength to find his heart, and punish the evil one that had taken it from him. He could hear the sad voice of his mother as she sat all alone in her darkened room, rocking back and forth on her bed, holding a baby quilt in her arms. She was singing the lullaby that had been passed down through mother to child. The tears stung his eyes.

Ancient spirits of the forest
Made him king of elves and trees
He was the only human being who lived in harmony
In perfect harmony

Dean opened his eyes to see someone with long dark hair, standing in the moonlight, looking out the window. The voice was so beautiful. He tried to speak and couldn’t do so. His gun was missing from under his pillow. The entity spun around in folds of black and violet silk to look at him.

He was frozen by the sorrow he saw in those brilliant blue eyes. That long black hair looked to be darker than the sky outside the broken window. Holy shit! The window was broken. How in the world had he slept through that? Wow, he bet that hair was softer than spider’s silk. Why the fuck was he thinking that? He was in some serious trouble here.

“Leon?” Dean asked, not moving for fear of pissing Spooking Beauty off for being asleep on the bed that used to be his.

“Will you help me?” He asked in a sad voice. It was deep and airy. “Will you help me find my heart?”

“I…” Dean tried to say, only for Leon to suddenly be standing at the foot of the bed. His long dark hair was slithering and coiling around his radiant moth-white face like hissing serpents.

“He took my love!” He cried. Memories of pain and agony rushed back to him in full force. “He stole my heart!”

“Dan?” Dean asked.

Leon loomed over him like a dark storm cloud. A powerful hand smacked him across the face, sending him sprawling into the floor. “Don’t!” Leon growled, keeling down beside him in flap of silky wings. “Don’t ever speak that name to me.”

Dean saw his gun under the bed, and moved for it. How in the hell had it gotten there? His eyes widened. There was a little man sitting on the barrel. He was naked and had silvery-green wings. The little man stabbed at his hand with what looked to be a blade the size of a thorn and he pulled his hand way with a snarl. He scooted across the floor, away from Leon. He had just seen a fucking faerie.

“You will help me get my heart back,” Leon whispered like falling snow. He spun around in a hiss of billowing silk, gracefully sitting down on his bed. The little faerie fluttered out and landed in his long hair, hanging there like a jeweled accessory in all that darkness.

He suddenly had Dean up and back against the wall. His soft hand was fondling Dean’s balls through his thin boxers. Dean’s head smacked the wall, trying to cry out for Sammy, only for Leon to pinch his lips together with his other hand. The beautiful creature whispered in his ear. “You will help me seek justice.”

“What the fuck are you?” Dean mentally moaned. His root ached in that attentive hand. His hips bucked outwards, making Leon smile. He squeezed his eyes shut as that hand stroked him.

“Please,” Leon whispered pleadingly in his ear, causing Dean to whimper as his aching length dripped in need. “Won’t you help me?”

He released Dean’s mouth. His lips looked swollen and Dean lost control. He practically threw himself onto the beautiful nightmare. His whole body was screaming from every pore for Leon to touch him.

Leon chuckled as faeries fluttered through the air on jeweled wings.

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Sam turned the light on just in time to see Dean arch his back up off the bed, filling his thin boxers with creamy warmth. His jaw hit the floor when Dean arched his back again to shoot another pearly load into his already soaking boxers.

Dean’s eyes slowly fluttered open and he looked over drowsily at him. “Sammy?”

“Um, good morning,” he said, hoping to goodness that he wasn’t blushing something furious.

Dean suddenly looked like he realized that he had cum all over himself and quickly pulled the sleeping-bag over himself. “Morning.”

“Did you sleep well?” Sam asked, trying to think of away to get himself out of the room and away from Dean before something happened.

“Yeah,” Deans aid, looking at him with heat in his eyes. Why was there heat in his eyes?

“I’m going to go take a shower now,” Sam said, turning away, quickly heading towards the bathroom. He locked the door behind him.

“Okay,” Dean purred, looking around the room. He noticed the shattered window, and waved his hand. All the pieces flew back into place. The window was whole.

He crawled out of bed with sensual grace, standing in front of the mirror. He rubbed the bulge in his messy boxers and smiled at the blue-eyed beauty gazing out at him. “Do you want me to wash your back, Sammy?” He called.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.

Note: Song lyrics belong to Within Temptation.