Love of the Dawn
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Adult +
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5
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17
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Chapter Three
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 Three
When Dean saw Sammy laying on the floor face down, he dropped everything in his arms and ran to his little brother’s side. He shouted his name as he picked him up and cradled him against his chest. Where the hell was that psychotic Devil? Didn’t he say that he would watch Sammy while he was gone to get food?
He made sure that Sammy was breathing okay and gently moved him to the bed. That was when he noticed that the window was open. Had that been open earlier? Where the hell was Satan? Did he have to go take a leak in the woods?
The Mountain Dew bottle was sitting on the table and there was still some left in it. Would Morningstar really just leave all that tasty caffeine behind? He didn’t know. Why was he suddenly feeling worried about him? He was the Devil for Christ’s sake.
He closed the window and walked back over to take a seat next to Sammy on the bed. Was he okay? Did Morningstar go back on their deal? He had promised to help him bring down that ugly yellow eyed bastard who needed to eat shit and die. Why did he suddenly feel hurt? He was being stupid. Mary, Joseph, and all the fucking Saints in Heaven he felt stupid. Was he really hurt by this? Was Sammy going to be okay?
“Dean,” a small voice whispered and he looked down at Sam who was looking at him with frightened eyes, “Where am I?”
“The cabin,” Dean said and praised God in all her holy ways, “Don’t you remember?”
“Remember what,’ Sam asked and slowly sat up with wide, unfocused eyes, “How’d I get here?”
Dean narrowed his eyes and got to his feet, “You really don’t remember, do you?”
Sam shook his head, “I…no, I don’t.”
Dean reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a silver flask.
Sam’s eyes widened, “What are you doing?”
Dean thought he could smell a soft lingering trace of sulfur and quickly splashed Sam in the face with the holy water.
Sam turned his face away and roared as he wiped at it, “What the hell was that for, you jerk!”
“Bitch,” Dean smiled happily because Sammy was not howling and screeching in demonic agony from being scorched by the Lord…Lady…whatever.”
Sam wiped at his face with the sheet on the bed, “Why are you smiling like an idiot?”
“I’m just happy,” he said with a big shit eating grin even though he felt bad for thinking such terrible thoughts of Satan at the moment. Maybe he figured out Sammy had been possessed and was chasing the bitch down right this second.
“Did you think I was possessed or something,” Sam scowled.
“Well, you were up and about fifteen minutes ago,” Dean said, “And now you don’t remember shit.”
Sam looked up at him and was suddenly lost his thought. He really couldn’t remember anything. Maybe he had been possessed…unless…he suddenly had the wet sheet in Dean’s face rubbing it in it.
Dean bellowed, “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
Sam allowed himself to be pushed away, “I was just making sure that you were not the one who was all possessed. Why am I always the one possessed? You never get possessed.”
“You didn’t have the big, strong golden hand of Satan down your pants stroking your cock either,” Dean thought to himself, “Count your blessings, Sammy.”
“Sorry,” Sam muttered while getting to his feet, “Where’s Bobby?”
“At his home,” Dean said, “Why?”
“I,” Sam said and then his eyes widened as he tried turning all the way around so he could see his back, “My back! There’s nothing wrong with my back!”
“Bobby patched you right up before he left,” Dean quickly lied, “It wasn’t even that bad.”
Why the fuck was he remembering? Morningstar said that he wouldn’t remember. He suddenly felt sick. Had something happened to him? Did demon possessed Sammy hurt him in some way? He was the Devil. The Prince of Fucking Darkness. Didn’t demons tremble and hang on his every scorching whisper?
He had felt a sharp pang in his heart while he had been driving back…but he just thought it was due to the excitement of having Sammy back. Something was wrong…he knew it.
“Dean,” Sam said while snapping his fingers in front of his brother’s zoned out face, “We have to stop Jake.”
“Yeah,” Dean said taking a look around, “Let’s go to Bobby’s.”
“Right,” Sam said and headed towards the door, “Because it smells like something just died in here.”
Dean kept his face from scrunching up. Would Bobby keep his mouth shut? He didn’t want Sammy to know that he was giving his body to Satan…and that he might be a faerie who loved dancing naked under the moonlight too.
Another sharp pang suddenly stabbed at his heart. He remembered that gentle touch and those soft words.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Morningstar had whispered and he had smelled so wild and exotic. His touch had felt like warm sunshine burning though his dark mood.
“No,” Dean hissed as he stomped towards the door that Sammy had just walked out of, “I don’t have feelings for that Soul Sucker.”
“May I borrow a dollar,” that velvet voice asked and Dean trembled as he remembered that beautiful pout.
“No feelings, eh,” a voice whispered in his heart as he closed the door behind him, “Then why did you look back at the Mountain Dew bottle before you closed the door, silly dilly?”
“Fuck,” Dean thought as he locked the door. Couldn’t the voices just shut up for a few hours? He was trembling as he got lost in his thoughts. Morningstar had wanted him…all the demons wanted was his soul…Morningstar had wanted…him.
“Its not just sex,” Morningstar whispered to him softly.
“What had he…,” Dean thought and pushed the damn tears back with a hot poker, “What did he mean by that?”
He remembered seeing for only a brief moment what he thought was pain and loneliness in those brilliant molten blue gems. Had Morningstar meant…love?
“Dean,” Sam shouted from the car not daring to honk the horn, “Come on!”
“Right,” Dean shouted back and then whispered, “Where are you?”
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“You stuffed him under a bed,” the yellow eyed demon laughed with relish, “Oh, he’s going to be so pissed when he wakes up.”
“I know,” the she bitch sighed, “But it was so much fun feeling him squirm as he died under me.”
The yellow eyed demon chuckled, “Fun, fun,” he said and looked at Jake, “Well, get going. I want that tomb open for business.”
Jake put the Colt in his pocket and took off running over the tracks that would lead him to the cemetery. The two demons watched him flee.
“How did you know,” she asked as he ran her fingers through her dark locks, “That he wouldn’t just shoot you into oblivion?”
“Because,” he smiled, “He’s mine.”
“I would of pulled the fucking trigger,” she said with an evil smile, “And of blown your fucking brains out all over the pretty green grass.”
“You’re not human,” he giggled and put an arm around her shoulder, “Plus, you couldn’t shoot the broad side of a bright red barn.”
“Speaking of bright red barns,” she laughed, “I really should get back to that stud that was about to fuck me in the hay.”
He rolled his eyes, “And miss all the fun?”
“I’ll be back,” she grinned, “I want to welcome everyone to their new home.”
“And the Morning Star,” he asked.
“That’s why I saved some of this,” she smiled holding up the extremely rare plant.
“Smart chick,” he smiled.
“How did you know of this,” she asked as she looked at the pearly white blossoms.
“I have my ways,” he laughed as he pictured the Morning Star laying crumpled and stuffed under a dusty bed, “The tears of God are his only weakness. These sacred flowers sprang from the foot of the cross.”
“How come it does not harm us,” she asked as she sniffed the fragrant petals.
“A mystery even unto me,” he smiled evilly, “God moves in mysterious ways…don’t ya know.”
She rolled her eyes and vanished in a running blur of speed.
“Run Jake,’ the yellow eyed demon called after him on the wind, “Run and set my people free.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think. I am so happy that people are really enjoying this. Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews.
Flora
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 Three
When Dean saw Sammy laying on the floor face down, he dropped everything in his arms and ran to his little brother’s side. He shouted his name as he picked him up and cradled him against his chest. Where the hell was that psychotic Devil? Didn’t he say that he would watch Sammy while he was gone to get food?
He made sure that Sammy was breathing okay and gently moved him to the bed. That was when he noticed that the window was open. Had that been open earlier? Where the hell was Satan? Did he have to go take a leak in the woods?
The Mountain Dew bottle was sitting on the table and there was still some left in it. Would Morningstar really just leave all that tasty caffeine behind? He didn’t know. Why was he suddenly feeling worried about him? He was the Devil for Christ’s sake.
He closed the window and walked back over to take a seat next to Sammy on the bed. Was he okay? Did Morningstar go back on their deal? He had promised to help him bring down that ugly yellow eyed bastard who needed to eat shit and die. Why did he suddenly feel hurt? He was being stupid. Mary, Joseph, and all the fucking Saints in Heaven he felt stupid. Was he really hurt by this? Was Sammy going to be okay?
“Dean,” a small voice whispered and he looked down at Sam who was looking at him with frightened eyes, “Where am I?”
“The cabin,” Dean said and praised God in all her holy ways, “Don’t you remember?”
“Remember what,’ Sam asked and slowly sat up with wide, unfocused eyes, “How’d I get here?”
Dean narrowed his eyes and got to his feet, “You really don’t remember, do you?”
Sam shook his head, “I…no, I don’t.”
Dean reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a silver flask.
Sam’s eyes widened, “What are you doing?”
Dean thought he could smell a soft lingering trace of sulfur and quickly splashed Sam in the face with the holy water.
Sam turned his face away and roared as he wiped at it, “What the hell was that for, you jerk!”
“Bitch,” Dean smiled happily because Sammy was not howling and screeching in demonic agony from being scorched by the Lord…Lady…whatever.”
Sam wiped at his face with the sheet on the bed, “Why are you smiling like an idiot?”
“I’m just happy,” he said with a big shit eating grin even though he felt bad for thinking such terrible thoughts of Satan at the moment. Maybe he figured out Sammy had been possessed and was chasing the bitch down right this second.
“Did you think I was possessed or something,” Sam scowled.
“Well, you were up and about fifteen minutes ago,” Dean said, “And now you don’t remember shit.”
Sam looked up at him and was suddenly lost his thought. He really couldn’t remember anything. Maybe he had been possessed…unless…he suddenly had the wet sheet in Dean’s face rubbing it in it.
Dean bellowed, “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
Sam allowed himself to be pushed away, “I was just making sure that you were not the one who was all possessed. Why am I always the one possessed? You never get possessed.”
“You didn’t have the big, strong golden hand of Satan down your pants stroking your cock either,” Dean thought to himself, “Count your blessings, Sammy.”
“Sorry,” Sam muttered while getting to his feet, “Where’s Bobby?”
“At his home,” Dean said, “Why?”
“I,” Sam said and then his eyes widened as he tried turning all the way around so he could see his back, “My back! There’s nothing wrong with my back!”
“Bobby patched you right up before he left,” Dean quickly lied, “It wasn’t even that bad.”
Why the fuck was he remembering? Morningstar said that he wouldn’t remember. He suddenly felt sick. Had something happened to him? Did demon possessed Sammy hurt him in some way? He was the Devil. The Prince of Fucking Darkness. Didn’t demons tremble and hang on his every scorching whisper?
He had felt a sharp pang in his heart while he had been driving back…but he just thought it was due to the excitement of having Sammy back. Something was wrong…he knew it.
“Dean,” Sam said while snapping his fingers in front of his brother’s zoned out face, “We have to stop Jake.”
“Yeah,” Dean said taking a look around, “Let’s go to Bobby’s.”
“Right,” Sam said and headed towards the door, “Because it smells like something just died in here.”
Dean kept his face from scrunching up. Would Bobby keep his mouth shut? He didn’t want Sammy to know that he was giving his body to Satan…and that he might be a faerie who loved dancing naked under the moonlight too.
Another sharp pang suddenly stabbed at his heart. He remembered that gentle touch and those soft words.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Morningstar had whispered and he had smelled so wild and exotic. His touch had felt like warm sunshine burning though his dark mood.
“No,” Dean hissed as he stomped towards the door that Sammy had just walked out of, “I don’t have feelings for that Soul Sucker.”
“May I borrow a dollar,” that velvet voice asked and Dean trembled as he remembered that beautiful pout.
“No feelings, eh,” a voice whispered in his heart as he closed the door behind him, “Then why did you look back at the Mountain Dew bottle before you closed the door, silly dilly?”
“Fuck,” Dean thought as he locked the door. Couldn’t the voices just shut up for a few hours? He was trembling as he got lost in his thoughts. Morningstar had wanted him…all the demons wanted was his soul…Morningstar had wanted…him.
“Its not just sex,” Morningstar whispered to him softly.
“What had he…,” Dean thought and pushed the damn tears back with a hot poker, “What did he mean by that?”
He remembered seeing for only a brief moment what he thought was pain and loneliness in those brilliant molten blue gems. Had Morningstar meant…love?
“Dean,” Sam shouted from the car not daring to honk the horn, “Come on!”
“Right,” Dean shouted back and then whispered, “Where are you?”
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“You stuffed him under a bed,” the yellow eyed demon laughed with relish, “Oh, he’s going to be so pissed when he wakes up.”
“I know,” the she bitch sighed, “But it was so much fun feeling him squirm as he died under me.”
The yellow eyed demon chuckled, “Fun, fun,” he said and looked at Jake, “Well, get going. I want that tomb open for business.”
Jake put the Colt in his pocket and took off running over the tracks that would lead him to the cemetery. The two demons watched him flee.
“How did you know,” she asked as he ran her fingers through her dark locks, “That he wouldn’t just shoot you into oblivion?”
“Because,” he smiled, “He’s mine.”
“I would of pulled the fucking trigger,” she said with an evil smile, “And of blown your fucking brains out all over the pretty green grass.”
“You’re not human,” he giggled and put an arm around her shoulder, “Plus, you couldn’t shoot the broad side of a bright red barn.”
“Speaking of bright red barns,” she laughed, “I really should get back to that stud that was about to fuck me in the hay.”
He rolled his eyes, “And miss all the fun?”
“I’ll be back,” she grinned, “I want to welcome everyone to their new home.”
“And the Morning Star,” he asked.
“That’s why I saved some of this,” she smiled holding up the extremely rare plant.
“Smart chick,” he smiled.
“How did you know of this,” she asked as she looked at the pearly white blossoms.
“I have my ways,” he laughed as he pictured the Morning Star laying crumpled and stuffed under a dusty bed, “The tears of God are his only weakness. These sacred flowers sprang from the foot of the cross.”
“How come it does not harm us,” she asked as she sniffed the fragrant petals.
“A mystery even unto me,” he smiled evilly, “God moves in mysterious ways…don’t ya know.”
She rolled her eyes and vanished in a running blur of speed.
“Run Jake,’ the yellow eyed demon called after him on the wind, “Run and set my people free.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think. I am so happy that people are really enjoying this. Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews.
Flora