Pain with Company

A/N; Obviously I don't own Supernatural or I'd be blaring Kansas in that beautiful Impala with Jensen laughing next to me :)
Anyway, so here's a little rant, I got a review the other day, the only 1 although I can see that people have been reading, and it was calling me a review whore. Let's just get something straight, please and thank you, I'm gong to post whether I get reviews or not because I finish what I start. It really pisses me off when stories don't get finished. Anyway, in no way am I saying I will update faster or whatever if i get reviews, I try to update every week but I have a process, and it consists of leaving a chapter for a day or two and coming back to it to re-edit... again. This story is on Fanfiction so I have 9 chapters fully written in all but this version is more adult... obviously it is adult fanfiction. So I'm editing previously written chapters while writing more to post on fanfiction.
Plus it's the end of the semester I have finals for the next two weeks and then summer classes at the local college. So I'm going to update about every week whether I get reviews or not, but I would appreciate reviews cause they make me smile and if this rant doesn't illustrate how frustrated I am and how much a little smile would help I don't know what would.
Moral of the rant... updates will happen no matter what, reviews are appreciated and wanted.
thank you PJ

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He’d only been gone for an hour and Dean had already gotten their guest into bed with him. She was plastered to his side her black dress, from the night before, hitched up around her waist her black lace panties showing. The black stockings she’d had on were bunched up and half way pushed under the bed. Dean had one arm wrapped around her, his hand resting on her small waist. His other hand was holding the girl’s thigh that was thrown across his body. They looked like lovers, her mouth pressed against his neck, her hand resting under his shirt, her hips pressing closely to Dean’s. It was awkward and sensual and Sam wasn’t sure if he should wake them or leave until they woke up. The decision was made for him though when Dean shifted and groaned his hand sliding up the girls leg, his other hand pulling her over and on top of him. Sam blushed and looked away. “Dean.”

A rough, warm hand was stroking her and lifting her until she was resting on a hot muscled body. “Dean”, she moaned out his name and undulated her hips against him. He groaned beneath her and thrust upwards, his eyes were only partially open his mind not even half awake, but he knew he heard something besides her moan. He couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything besides her smell and warm body though, his hands gripped her hips and he thrust against her again. His jean clad erection slidding against the silky texture of her panties. He growled out her names and flipped them over biting down on her neck as her head was thrown back. He heard something besides her moans, but couldn’t get past the need to cum. She smelled so good and was so warm and pliant under his hands.

He cupped her breast through her dress while roughly thrusting their bodies together. He was so close to cuming just from her little sounds of pleasure and the friction of his dick against her. He rotated his hips, breath stuttering at the feel of denim on his erection. “Dean.” She roughly scratched her nails down his back making him arch into her. He moaned as her hands slid beneath the waist band of his jeans to trace between his cheeks. He bent down and sucked on the tops of her breast as his hand slid between them to pinch her nub between his fingers. Her finger pressed down on his puckered entrance as she came causing him to cry out and cum.

He heard his name through the haze of pleasure as he rested on top of Loupe. His synapses fired and his body jerked, realizing what he had just done he shifted off of Loupe and sat up, grimacing as the cold wet feeling of his cum in his jeans. “Jesus Dean.” He jerked again and spun around, amazed that he hadn’t realized his little brother was in the room with them.

“Hey Sam.” He winced at his rough voice, he was going to ignore the fact that his little brother had just witnessed him getting off. Sam had walked in on him jacking off of fucking a woman before but this was different. They hadn’t even had their clothes off, making it more intimate. Dean shook his head and adjusted his sensitive dick in his cum filled pants. “Did you get food man?” Dean stretched and popped his back as he looked at his watch, they’d only been asleep for an hour or so, and he wasn’t sure how long they’d been going at it with Sam in the room.

He glanced over his shoulder at the half asleep woman on his bed, she was giving him bedroom eyes in a sexy innocent way that made him want to kick out his little brother and crawl back into bed. He wondered if she knew that Sam had seen them, or if she just didn’t care. Dean shook his head and turned back to his brother who was standing with two bags in his hand looking disgusted and bewildered. Sam shook his head as if to erase the images and set the bags down on the table.

“Yeah man I got you that silver platter special with the sausage and bacon and eggs, I grabbed some other random stuff along with toast and soup cause I didn’t know what she-“

“Loupe.” Sam turned his head and looked behind him, Dean rolled his eyes, he could not believe Sam just looked for a wolf in their motel room. “Dude, her name. It’s Loupe.” He knew he’d have to tell Sam about the curse and Loupe’s brother but right now he wanted to get some food in her and just try for normal for a bit. She’d cried all night last night after they’d brought her to their motel room, she’d cried and dreamt in his arms all night. And instead of feeling annoyed because he barely got any sleep, he had a tight feeling in his throat and a strong need to grab Loupe and feel her warmth. Shit what was wrong with him. He stood up and walked to the small table beside the window. He was glad that he and Sam were going to ignore the elephant in the room, at least or now.

He sat down with his food and ate while he thought. He wanted her, he almost felt as if he needed her. Not in the throw her on the bed need her body, but in heart pounding in your throat please don’t leave me without your warmth kind of way. He’d felt a shadow of this with Casey, but that was more about the passion and less about emotion. Dean groaned and concentrated on his food, he didn’t need to think about this on an empty stomach.

“So Loupe. It’s probably a nick name though and we’re going to have to get her real name so we can take her home.” Dean gave his brother a duh look and tried to swallow down the feelings that came with the thought of this girl leaving. “Okay then.” He looked over at Loupe and saw her rolling off the bed and walking silently to the bathroom. “Man she’s quiet when she isn’t screaming and crying.” Dean smirked, or moaning, and nodded his head, his mouth too full to answer. Even if he hadn’t looked he would have know she’d gotten up and it wasn’t because he’s brother was lacking in perception skills but more because he was already so aware of the girl. She was soaked into his skin, crawling around inside him, burrowing deeper the more he was around her.

“Hey Loupe, there’s food when you’re done, just dig into whatever you want. Dude, did you get coffee?” Dean swallowed the rest of his food and looked at his brother, laughing at the precise way he coated his bagel with jam. “Dude, you are such an OCD chick.” He waited for the automatic response of Jerk before he continued, he wanted to fill Sam in now instead of later especially while Loupe wasn’t in the room. He didn’t really want her to have another break down, or to have to repeat those horrible memories all over again and he wanted to give her time to compose herself after what had just happened between them.

“Hey Sam. So, I already know who she is. Her family’s name is Moreau, as in the cursed Moreaus. Her little brother gouged out his own eyes because of some nightmares he said were after him. I think that they’re being haunted by the mistress or cursed by her spirit.” Dean shortened and rushed the story wanting to have it out and over so that Sam could go all research boy and they wouldn’t have to make Loupe repeat her story. And it would distract him from going all chick flick on him and asking about his feelings for Loupe.

“Whoa, really? No wonder she was so freaked out in the graveyard.” Sam pushed his food aside and pulled out his laptop, “I still have all those article saved, I wanted to go over them later just in case. Apparently the head of the house, Jean-Paul Moreau, was having an affair and got his mistress pregnant. He sent her away, but I think he was taking care of her not just sending her away and that’s why the wife got so pissed and sent her son. I think he was suppose to seduce her though. There’s all these letters between the two before the woman was murdered… Oh shit.” Sam went silent and read furiously his mouth slightly agape. Dean grabbed some sugar and cream for his cup of coffee waiting for Sam to finish.

“Get to the part about the mistress being the daughter of a voodoo priestess yet?” Loupe was leaning against the bathroom door frame, having eavesdropped on the brother’s conversation. She was glad Dean hadn’t made her tell the story again but it was just as hard hearing it. She was trying to sound confident and proud, like her mother when she was hosting one of her parties. Loupe thought she sounded like a child trying to play big girl, she took a deep breath and started again. “Her Maman put a curse on the family, something about the horrors of our family’s actions haunting us until the last Moreau takes their last breath. I suppose the curse will be broken soon. Considering it’s just me and my older brother left, I’m guessing that the curse will go for blood which means my Maman wouldn’t be affected.”

She cocked her head to the side and stared off into space smiling slightly at her ridiculous notions, she maybe from Louisiana but she thought all that voodoo/hoodoo was nonsense. “Anyway, the actual story is that, the Moreau fell in love with his wife’s lady in waiting, Matelin. She was a local girl who’s family was deep in the occult. When she found out she was pregnant she was going to run away so that the Moreau didn’t have to leave his family or home. But he found out and told her he would marry her and they would live where no one cared about status or money. His wife found out about their plans and sent her son to seduce Matelin, but she only loved the Moreau and wouldn’t submit to his son’s seduction. So the son flew into a rage and killed her, he went to his mother when he realized what he had done. They staged a run away so that it would seen like Matelin ran with the Moreau’s baby, but they dumped her body in the bayou and her Maman found it. That’s when the so called curse was suppose to have come about.”

Loupe leaned against the wall and thought about her next words, “I don’t think Matelin would haunt anybody, she loved the Moreau and was a sweet gentle woman. I mean she was going to leave so that the Moreau wouldn’t have trouble and his life would be easy. I think if anyone was going to haunt this family it’d be that evil hag of a wife, she married into the Moreau’s and was all about etiquette and propriety. She’d probably haunt anyone in this family who didn’t meet her standards.” Loupe snorted and looked up, the boys were staring at her intensely. “What?”

Sam turned back to his computer after giving his brother a look, he hadn’t even realized that the story might be wrong. What if Loupe is right and the wife is the one haunting the family? If she was angry enough at her husband it could happen. He was sure his brother was thinking the same thing, they needed to do some serious research to figure out what was going on.

“Alright we should get them to a safe house, maybe Bobby’s cellar? We should put her mother in there too just to make sure.” Dean was already opening his phone and dialing Bobby’s number, they needed to search into the Moreau’s past, but first Loupe and her family needed to be safe.

“Right, and it’s a curse on the family so it’s not going to be limited to a location, but there will be an artifact. I wonder if the Moreau’s have it, whatever it is, or if there are still people left from the mistress’s family. If they kept up with the Voodoo then they might have kept all of the Priestess alters and stuff. Of course if it’s the wife she might have been buried with it.” Sam went back to his computer to look for the mistress’s family, her name wasn’t mentioned in any of the articles or legends but, with the name Loupe told them he could go to the library and search birth records and death records to find Matelin’s family.

“You can not actually think that this so called curse has anything to do with my brother’s… uh death. I mean yeah it’s a nice story, it’s probably true but all that voodoo curse stuff is just Cajun superstition.” She shook her head and laughed slightly, it couldn’t be real could it? I mean I felt something when I was in that room with Danny, but a ghost or curse?

“You said there was something in the room with you when you found your brother.” Dean got up and walked to Loupe, he cupped her face and turned her towards him, “you said that, you had to have felt something. Why not this curse?” She searched his face looking for something, maybe to see if he really believed, if he was crazy, or just making fun of her. “We deal with things like this everyday Loupe, we can prove it if we need to, but maybe you could just trust me, us, and let us help you and your family.” Sam watched wide-eyed, Dean was doing a, a, him. The nice words, gentle voice, we’re gonna take care of everything “chick flick” thing that he called Sam a girl for everyday. He smiled, he was so ragging on Dean for this later. Dean waited until Loupe made up her mind, waited until she nodded her head.

And then, “can you tell me how your father died?” She tried to jerk back but he tightened his grip on her jaw and held her close. He slowly leaned forward setting her mouth at her ear, his nose in her hair, “I need to know Loupe.” Her body shook at his closeness, he was completely surrounding her. Comforting her and driving her crazy all at the same time, she flashed back what had happened earlier and moaned a little. She took a deep breath and pushed away the sensory memory, she wasn’t repeating that not when Sam was in the room. Him being present once was enough for her in this lifetime. Focusing on the question she answered as calmly as possible.

“He killed himself.” She thought it had run in the family, when Danny had died she had waited for her mind to go. The nightmares and hallucinations to come to her like they had with her father and brother. Now though, she thought of the curse and what Dean had told her. Was it all real? Or was the fact that she believed them illustrating how deep crazy runs in her veins. Mon Dieu she was so confused.

“You’re not crazy Loupe, neither are we. There is evil and monsters out there and something is coming after your family, you need to let us help so that you won’t lose anyone else.” She closed her eyes as she thought of her big brother and his new wife. Andre always believed in the curse, it was the first thing he had said when Papa had died and when Danny’s nightmares started.

“My brother Lìon, he just got married and they’re trying for a kid. If Darla is already pregnant will the curse come after her because she’s carrying a Moreau?” She may not completely believe but if there was even a chance she wanted her family to be safe, she didn’t think she could handle losing anyone else right. “Will it just affect our family, or the people around us too?” She didn’t want Dean or his brother to get hurt because of her or her family, her chest felt as if a rock was pushing down on it with thought of Dean hurt. She looked up into his moss green eyes and felt her throat tighten with fear.

“I don’t know,” Dean turned towards Sam. “Sammy?” His brother looked pained and uncomfortable.

“Well I don’t know, the curse doesn’t specify. However, it seems, from the history, that the curse wants you to suffer. So I doubt they’d go after your sister-in-law until she had given birth and the child could perceive terror and nightmares. I didn’t find anything about non-family members, but from experience if someone gets in the way they are fair game.” He didn’t know if that was better or worse, but he wasn’t going to lie to her.

“We’ll take her to Bobby’s too, I left him a message I don’t think he’ll mind but I just want to make sure he has a heads up about his guests. Now where does your brother live?” Dean left Loupe and started packing up the room. She felt bereft and cold without him crowding her, she wasn’t sure she liked how much she seemed to need him now. She stepped away from the bathroom door and moved to the bed, she made it quickly and methodically, just as her father had taught her. Sam watched as she made a military issued bed, who was this girl? He clicked away at his computer searching for this generation of Moreaus.

“He lives in Baton Rouge he teaches at the college there,” she snorted slightly. “He teaches legends and mythology, gets to talk about our family curse every semester.” She sat down on her Navy worthy bed looking down at her knees. “Oh geez.” Her hands were disgusting, scabbed and bruised, her nails torn and ragged. Why hadn’t she noticed this already? And good lord her mother would have a heart attack if she saw her in her dirty funeral dress that was sleep wrinkled and covered in graveyard dirt. “We can stop be my place first so I can grab a change of clothes and well,” She looked back down at her hands, she never believed that whole not feeling the pain until you saw it thing until now. She was pretty sure that her hands had been stiff all morning but she’d never noticed the scabbing and… ick. “How did I not notice this?” She looked up at the brothers and saw them packing quickly like they’d done it a thousand times before. Sam looked up at her comment and shrugged his big shoulders.

“I cleaned them last night after you passed out I mean they’re bruised and scrapped but no serious damage was done. With how emotional and tired you’ve been and how much you have to think about I’m not surprised you didn’t notice you hands.” Dean nodded as he checked over the room. He had a flannel shirt in his hand as he opened all the drawers and checked under and in everything. They’d packed all the weapons last night so he didn’t worry about leaving those behind, but it would be bad for them if one of their fake id’s were found.

“Alright Sammy go check out, I’ll pack up the car.” Dean motioned for Loupe to follow him out, he led her over to a beautiful, black Impala. Taking out his keys he opened the trunk and then popped the false bottom, she whistled at his collection. “Really?” He laughed slightly, he was expecting a gasp or small scream, but not his one. Of course not. Dean’s smile dropped as he realized he might be falling for this girl.

“Yeah, my papa was in the navy.” Dean cocked his head to the side, he’d noticed the military issued bed before they left the room. “This is a beautiful car.” She stroked the hood lovingly as she moved to the back door. “I live off the main road, the one you probably came in on.” She opened the door and slid into the back stretching her legs out and buckling up. She smiled at Dean when he handed her his flannel shirt to wear, when he turned she slipped it on backwards so the back covered her front. She was hoping Dean wouldn’t catch her breathing in his scent, but she had forgotten about Sam. He chuckled when he slipped into the passenger seat and saw her sniffing his brother’s shirt. They’ve both got it bad.