Love of the Dawn

Love of the Dawn

Flora Winters

I do now own Supernatural or any of its amazing characters.

Summary: Dean will do anything to bring his brother back to life…anything. M/M, Language.

Chapter Two

Dean finished filling up the tank and made his way into the station to pay. He walked through the door to see a young man and woman looking out the window at his car.

“He’s so dreamy,” the young woman sighed while fanning herself with one hand, “I would love to lick me some of that.”

“His voice was like warm velvet,” the young man giggled as he looked back out the window from her, “Soft and deliciously sinful.”

Dean cleared his throat and the two of them almost jumped out of their skins to whirl around and look at him with wide eyes. The two of them suddenly looked as though they wanted to take a bite out of him too.

“May we help you,” The young woman asked as she twirled a strand of long strawberry colored hair around her finger.

The young man kept looking from him to back out at his car. Was he comparing him to the Devil? The little tramp!

“I got some gas,” he said and handed her a twenty and glared at the young man who looked no older than seventeen, “He’ll ride you until you’re a pile of ash in his bed.”

Both their eyes widened, “Are you for real?”

“Oh, yeah,” Dean laughed, “He’s a real soul sucker.”

All three of them turned to look back out to see the blonde relaxing in the car while sensuously rubbing his finger around the head of his Mountain Dew bottle. Dean felt all his blood rush to his cock and he ran the hell out of there. He was going to murder Satan.

He jumped back in the car and Morningstar sat his bottle down in the holder to look over at him with startling blue eyes, “What’s wrong?”

“Me,” Dean said turning the car on, “I’m what’s wrong.”

“What do you mean,” Morningstar asked leaning towards him so that he was only a tiny breath away.

“You’re too close,” Dean whispered and his hands were shaking even though they were white from how hard he was gripping the wheel, “And you smell good.”

Morningstar smiled and God his teeth were so white. He wanted to lick those canines just too see how sharp they were.

He put a honey bronze hand over Dean’s and looked him in the eyes, “I’m not going to hurt you, Dean.”

“That’s not what I’m afraid of,” Dean rasped and his throat felt drier than the fucking desert.

“What are you afraid of then,” Morningstar asked as he softly rubbed his thumb over the top of Dean’s hand in order to calm him.

Dean stared into those ethereal eyes and thought…just for a moment…that he saw eons of hidden pain…and loneliness, “Don’t you know?”

“I’m not…God,” Morningstar mumbled, “I can’t snoop in on people’s thoughts.”

“Praise Christ hanging on the cross,” Dean thought to himself and jumped when Morningstar leaned against him. That young man had been right…his voice really was like warm velvet. It was comforting…like it was luring you into a wondrous trap that you could not see until it was too late to do a damn thing about it. He was scared. Did he want to be trapped by this radiant being? His body was so warm and he smelled so good.

Dean trembled when he felt a scorching hot, feathery soft tongue lick his earlobe. It sent delightful shivers down his spine and it made his toes curl in his shoes.

He felt Morningstar’s gentle hand cup the front of his jeans and he almost came right then and there. That soft yet powerful hand…which he knew probably ripped souls assunder on a daily basis…was going at an agonizingly slow pace to undo his belt. He could hear his zipper as it was being pulled down and he bucked when that hand moved into his soaking wet boxers to grip his aching rod.

Morningstar grinned and his voice was like a warm fire on a very cold day, “You really are leaking…should I try and fix it?”

Dean whimpered as that hand gave him a few gentle strokes and his head hit the back of his seat as his foot hit the gas. The engine roared and Morningstar laughed. The Devil, Satan himself, had his hand down his pants. Where the fuck was that button…oh, yeah.

Morningstar chuckled and it was like silver bells when the tinted window on his side went up to hide them from view. When Dean was sure that no one could see in he jumped Morningstar like he was a big ball of irresistible yarn.

Morningstar was pressed up against his door with Dean attacking his mouth. His flip flops had fallen off and he wrapped his long muscular legs around Dean’s waist.

Dean’s tongue reminded him of a dragon set out on conquering another’s cave. He was skilled…very skilled…and this pleased him more.

Morningstar could taste blood on his tongue and Dean pulled back with his tongue sticking out. He was bleeding and Morningstar pulled him back down so he could lap at his sweet life essence.

Dean could not help but smile and moan as he grinded his cock against Morningstar’s thigh. He pulled the Devil’s white t-shirt off and took in his flawless torso. He could not help but lick those washboard abs and attack a perfect pink nipple. His mind was on fire. He wanted him. He wanted him more than anything. He didn’t care if his soul was damned forever.

“Dean,” Morningstar moaned and then arched his back when Dean bit down hard over a pink nipple, “Dean…”

“Huh,” Dean asked as he took two handfuls of that blonde lion’s mane and attacked his neck.

“Stop,” he said trying not to let go and take everything Dean had to offer, “We have…to stop…that…worm.”

“Interesting name,” Dean said and grinded his cock harder against his and Morningstar’s head almost cracked the glass had be not stayed in control.

“You must stop,” he cried and suddenly had Dean under him, “We must stop him before…”

Dean was breathing as if he had just ran a fucking marathon. His skin was glistening with sweat and God his cock ached. He so had a serious case of the blue balls. Satan was such a tease.

“What have you done to me,” he rasped while trying to clear his mind of dirty thoughts that were going to send him deeper into Hell.

Morningstar slowly let go of him, “You jumped me, big boy.”

“Christ hanging on the cross,” Dean muttered as he fought to fix his pants and Morningstar moved to put his seatbelt back on. He was the one with his hands down his fucking pants for Christ’s sake!

“I should of bitch slapped those stupid nails out,” Morningstar mumbled as he took another sip of his Mountain Dew, “But she wouldn’t allow it. Her and her stupid gender benders.”

“What,” Dean asked trying to catch his breath. He was so going to have to change clothes. He was fucking soaked in his own essence.

“Nothing,” Morningstar said as he put his shirt back on and slipped his feet back into his flip flops, “Just being me.”

“Right,” Dean said and then asked as he pulled out of the station not even caring if those two kids had been watching the car move, “What size shoe do you wear?”

“Thirteen,” he said looking at him, “Why?”

“No reason,” Dean mumbled as his cock twitched. He really needed a cold shower.

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Dean pulled up to the cabin and was just about to hop out when Morningstar stopped him.

“What is it,” Dean asked turning back to look at him.

“He will have no memory of what happened at Cold Oak,” Morningstar said and let his shoulder go, “I figured that you would prefer it that way.”

Dean nodded, “I’m going to make that son of a bitch pay for what he did,” he hissed as he smacked the wheel.

“Choices,” Morningstar said softly as he ran his fingers through his glowing hair, “We all make them.”

“He made the wrong one,” Dean said and got out of the car, “Thanks for not letting him remember.”

Morningstar just sat there as random memories from a time before time played through his vast mind. He looked up to see that Dean was waiting for him to get out of the car…so he did…but he took his Mountain Dew with him.

“Sammy,” Dean called out as he opened the door.

“Dean,” a soft voice whispered from the shadows and Dean quickly pulled the small flashlight from his jacket pocket to see Sam sitting in the corner pressed back against the wall.

“Are you all right,” Dean asked, “You took a pretty hard hit on the head.”

“I woke up,” Sam said looking up at his brother, “And I didn’t know where I was.”

“You’re fine,” Dean said and wrapped his arms around his younger yet taller brother, “You’re fine.”

“Dean,” Sam asked in confusion, “You feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” Dean said and pushed back his tears of joy at having his Sammy back, “I was just worried is all.”

Sam looked over his shoulder to see a tall breath stealing blonde standing at the door looking at the two of them and whispered, “Who’s he?”

“This is,” Dean said and could not think of a fucking thing to say.

“Lyle Christian,” Morningstar said and ignored Dean’s snort, “I’m the one who patched you up.

Christian? Yeah, right!

“I’m sorry,” Sam said and was completely lost in the fog, “Have we met?”

“Not really,” Morningstar said, “But your brother required my services. I’m a healer…of sorts.”

“How are you feeling,” Dean asked while helping him to his feet.

“Tired,” Sam said getting up with Dean’s help, “And a little hungry.”

“Do you want me to go get you something,” Dean asked, “There is a station just up the road.”

Sam nodded, “Doughnuts sound good.”

Dean turned to Morningstar who was walking around looking at everything in the tiny cabin, “Do you mind looking after him?”

“I’m not a baby,” Sam said and took a seat at the table, “Just…tired.”

“I don’t mind,” Morningstar said and took a seat on the bed in the corner, “Just hurry…we don’t have a lot of time.”

Dean nodded while he walked over to him and whispered into his ear, “Please, don’t do anything funny while I’m gone.”

“Me,” Morningstar gasped like a Miss Universe Pageant winner, “Funny?”

Dean rolled his eyes and turned away from the smirking blonde tempter to Sam, “Chocolate or powder?”

“Both,” Sam said laying his head down, “And milk.”

Dean smiled, “Be back in a bit.”

Morningstar watched Dean leave and his eyes turned to the younger Winchester, “So, how are you feeling, Sam?”

“Drained,” Sam said looking at him, “Where did Dean meet you?”

“I was undercover at the hospital that you two were investigating,” Morningstar lied, “And I saw you get hurt.”

“You’re a hunter,” Sam asked and Morningstar nodded, “Why can’t I remember?”

Morningstar watched him get to his feet and he seemed to be looking for something to drink. He held up his Mountain Dew, “Have some.”

“Thanks,” Sam said and took a small sip, “I’m sorry, what did you say your name was again?”

“Lyle,” Morningstar said, “Lyle Christian.”

“Thanks for what you did,” Sam said and then blinked in confusion, “What did you do?”

“You fell,” Morningstar said which he technically did when his spinal cord was severed by that blade, “And you busted your head open.”

Sam’s eyes widened in shock as he sat the bottle down so he could feel of his head only to feel nothing wrong with it.

Sam looked at him, “Magic?”

“I am a healer,” Morningstar smiled, “It’s a gift.”

Sam nodded, “Were you born with the gift?”

Morningstar got to his feet and walked over to look out the window, “You could say that.”

“That’s cool,” Sam said walking over to him and handed him his bottle back, “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Morningstar said and took it from him so he could take another sip, “Your memories might return in time.”

“Might,” Sam asked walking back to sit at the table again, “That sounds promising.”

Morningstar smiled and suddenly his vision went a little blurry. What the hell? Why was it so hard to breathe? Wait…he was breathing. Why was he breathing?

Sam saw him stumble a little, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Morningstar said looking around with intense eyes that resembled a blue and silver storm, “Healing takes a lot out of me.”

“I see,” Sam said and leaned back in his chair.

Morningstar sat the bottle down and moved towards the bed to hear Sam asked from behind him, “Lyle?”

“Yeah,” he asked turning to look at him only to be knocked across the face with a chair.

He spun an almost full circle from the blow and fell flat on the bed with Sam suddenly on top of him. He was about to blast him only to find that his powers were gone. What the fuck? He was the fucking Morning Star! His powers didn’t just go away…unless…no!

Sam’s dewy eyes bled to solid black stars that gleamed with onyx fire. He had Morningstar’s hands pinned above his head with demonic strength.

“He was mine,” Sam roared in his face, “He was mine! I’m going to make you pay! Now you’re just as weak and vulnerable as a human.”

He was bleeding. He had never bled before in all his eternity…except for when…but that was long before this bitch was born. How the fuck did she know his one and only weakness?

“That hurt,” Morningstar snarled angrily, “When I get free…”

“The gate will already be open,” Sam giggled like a demon possessed little school boy, “And the world will be ours…as it was meant to be.”

The demon suddenly had him by the throat and he could feel the pressure building in his lungs. They were burning for air that he never needed before. How was this possible? How could she of known?

He kicked his legs madly which sent his flip flops flying and clawed at her hands to no avail.

“When I wake up,” he gagged while arching his back, “I’m…end…you.”

She cackled madly and looked into his dying eyes as his tongue protruded, “You’ll have to find me first.”

He flopped and bucked under her trying to get free but couldn’t. She kept squeezing his neck tighter until his twitches stopped and the fire went out in his eyes.

She slowly let go of his neck only for a violent tremor to rack his body and she quickly pinned him down again by the throat. A couple minutes later she let go. He was dead…for now.

She crawled off of him and gazed down at his corpse in disgust, “Such a beauty…such a mess.”

The demon could hear Dean’s car and snarled. She quickly rolled the body off the bed and it hit the cold wooden floor with a smack. She stuffed him under the bed and quickly rounded up his flip flops and threw them under as well. He was going to be so pissed when he wakes up.

She made a sweep of the room and quickly exited Sam’s body which fell to the floor. She had now given her master more time to go through with his wondrous plan.

Her black essence floated around the room and quickly fled out the opened window just as Dean opened the door. It was either invoke the wrath of the Morning Star or face eternal death by the Colt. She really should of chosen the latter.

TBC…

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