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.

Prologue

“So,” a smoky feminine voice cooed gently from behind him, “We meet again, Dean Winchester.”

“You know why I called you,” Dean said turning to look at the evil bitch that was now in possession of a very lovely woman’s body, “Let’s just get on with it.”

“What’s the rush,” she asked with a seductive smile, “Its not like little Sammy is going anywhere.”

“Shut up,” Dean snapped and rubbed his hand over his mouth, “Just bring him back and you can have me at the end of the ten years.”

“Ten years,” the demon asked as she stalked around him like a shark does its prey, “Why would I grant you ten years?”

“Because you grant all your other victims ten years,” he said, “Why not me?”

“Let me think,” she said as she tapped her chin with a delicately manicured finger, “You really pissed me off the last time we had a little chat.”

“Fine,” Dean said, “Nine years.”

“Oh,” she giggled, “Are we going down the ladder?”

“Eight years,” Dean said.

The demon smiled and her black eyes were filled with fire, “I don’t think so.”

“Why the fuck not,” Dean roared, “I did your damn ritual…I have a reason…and I’m offering you myself.”

“Because,” she cooed turning back to face him, “Its so much fun to see you suffer so, Dean.”

Dean was starting to shake with rage, “Seven years.”

She cocked her head to the side and tapped her chin again, “You’re like an all you can eat buffet,” she smiled, “All the hurt, pain, and agony. It’s making my blood run cold with joy, Dean.”

“What do you want,” Dean asked, “I’ll do anything that is in my power to get my brother back.”

“Really,” the demon smirked, “Anything?”

“That is in my power,” Dean repeated even though he wanted to throttle the stupid bitch.

“I don’t think so,” she said turning away again, “You really hurt my feelings, Dean.”

“Wait,” Dean yelled and she stopped, “What is it that you want?”

She slowly turned back around and a look passed over her lovely features. He couldn’t tell if it was a look of fear or if it was a look of surprise. What was she looking at? Surely she was not looking at him like that. That was when the hair on the back of his neck began to stick up. There was something behind him…and if it was scaring the demon…then it had to be bad.

“You,” the demon said with wide eyes, “You can’t be here.”

“I come and go where and when I please,” a very smooth and silky masculine voice said from behind Dean’s back…and the voice reminded him of how rich dark chocolate could taste…was that even possible?

“He’s mine,” the demon shrieked, “He came to me! He summoned me!”

“And now he’s mine,” that polished voice said, “You may leave us.”

The demon looked like she was about to stomp her foot in rage but the dark voice hissed, “Do not make me end you here and now, Little Imp.”

Her black eyes burned with rage, even though she was overcome with fear and she snarled at Dean “You were better off with me.”

She was gone in a blur and the voice behind Dean chuckled, “Children, how they amuse me so.”

Dean could not turn around. His legs were paralyzed with fear. What in the hell was behind him? What in the hell could be so scary that it could send that hell bitch packing?

“You may turn around and look upon me, Dean Winchester,” that hypnotic voice said softly, “You need not be afraid.”

Dean slowly began to turn around and his eyes widened in horrified awe. The figure that was behind him was a few inches taller than him and was a vision in red. This was no man…and this was no demon. It was something entirely different.

Long curling red hair burned like flames around his face that glowed like golden peaches and cream. This male being was beautiful beyond what mere words could ever dream of describing. Everything about him was perfect and stunning. It was his eyes that made his beauty all the more horrifying. His eyes were like that of a goat. They were molten blue goat eyes and they burned like twin stars.

“Hello,” the vision smiled and his teeth were whiter than pearls…if a little sharp, “Dean Winchester.”

“Who,” Dean tried but his voice was hoarse, “Who are you?”

“I have been and will still be called many things,” the vision in red said walking closer to him, “Some of my names are so old that only the wind and trees know how to pronounce them.”

“What do I call you,” Dean whispered not knowing if he should take a step back or not from this terrifying vision of power and beauty.

“Let’s not worry about that right now,” the vision smiled warmly, “I have been watching you for such a long time, Dean.”

“You have,” Dean asked wanting to touch him and see if he was real.

“I have watched every evil you have ever hunted and slain,” the stunning being said, “Even if each kill is a mere grain of salt removed from an endless ocean.”

“Why have you been watching me,” Dean asked not knowing if he should be proud or scared that such a creature was interested in him.

“I find you absolutely fascinating, Dean,” the vision said as he walked right up to him, “Everything about you is so…exhilarating.”

“What are you,” Dean asked leaning away from him.

“Does it matter,” the vision asked.

“To me,” Dean said, “I would like to know who it is I’m about to make a deal with.”

“I was once the most beautiful being in all of Heaven,” the stunning vision of perfection said softly if not a little sadly, “And now I am the most beautiful creature in all of Hell.”

Dean stumbled back in horror as his mind connected the dots.

“That’s right, Dean,” the vision smiled, “I’m the Morning Star.”

“You mean,” Dean stuttered as he put a hand over his heart, “You mean…you’re the Devil…the Devil?”

“Such a crude name,” Morningstar said with a dramatic eye roll, “No beauty in it at all.”

“Oh my God,” Dean said as he ran his hands through his hair and then looked directly into those molten blue goat eyes, “Does this mean that God’s real?”

Morningstar pursed his perfect red lips that would put the color of the most beautiful rose in all the world to shame, “What makes her so special? One would think that meeting me would be too hot to trot.”

“Punny,” Dean said and then blanched, “God’s a she?”

“We’re not going to talk about her,” Morningstar said, “We’re going to talk about me and what I can do for you.”

“What can you do for me,” Dean asked starting to feel frightened again.

“I’m going to bring your little brother back from the great beyond,” Morningstar smiled, “For a small fee.”

“How small are we talking,” Dean asked, “Because I offered that crazy black eyed bitch seven years.”

Morningstar reached out and put his big golden hands on Dean’s shoulders and stared into his scared eyes, “And I’m going to help you end that pathetic little nuisance that’s been getting under my skin for years now.”

“Who,” Dean asked, “Ugly Yellow Eyes?”

“Yes,” Morningstar said releasing him.

“You’re Satan,” Dean said, “The Prince…King of everything evil. Why in the hell would you want to stop your own hell from taking over the earth?”

“Because,” Morningstar said, “I happen to like the earth just the way it is.”

Dean cocked his head to the side, “Huh?”

“This is really bad,” Morningstar said with a snort, “Here I am explaining myself to you.”

“What do you mean,” Dean asked starting to feel even more uneasy.

“I will bring back your brother and I will help you end that…worm,” Morningstar said with a brilliant smile, “If you will give yourself to me…willingly.”

Dean cocked his brow, “How…how do you want me?”

“Naked,” Morningstar smiled, “On a bed made of the most fragrant flowers in all existence.”

Dean let out a shaky breath, “What?”

“That’s my price,” Morningstar said, “Its your choice, Dean.”

Dean didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t gay. But this was the fucking Devil. How does one turn down the very image of Beauty and Desire itself? How in the hell was he going to get Sammy back if he refused?

“Just sex,” Dean asked, “None of that soul taking or torment in a lake of fire?”

“I should never of agreed to having those books published,” Morningstar said shaking his head, “But she was all, “You know it will keep us amused for years.”

“Are you talking about the Bible,” Dean asked trying his best not to laugh at his funny impersonation of a sorority chick.

“No,” Morningstar said, “Every Holy book ever written.”

“Oh,” Dean said and then asked, “Just sex…right?”

Morningstar frowned and Dean felt like his heart was breaking, “Its not just sex,” he said, “But yes…that’s my price.”

“Fine,” Dean said without a seconds thought, “How do we seal this thing?”

Morningstar suddenly ripped open Dean’s shirt in a flash and held the shorter man to his chest. Dean’s eyes were as wide and frightened as a deer in headlights. Maybe this hadn’t been such a great idea after all.

“Calm yourself,” Morningstar said as he put his golden hand over Dean’s heart, “I’m merely giving you my mark.”

“Your mark,” Dean asked and then hissed as he felt a sharp nail dig into his skin.

He glanced down to see that Morningstar had cut a small line over his heart and he glanced back up to see him pull down his fiery red cloak. His body was hot as lava and Dean wanted to touch him but was too afraid to do so. He watched Morningstar cut a line over his heart with his nail and then watched it heal almost instantly…his did the same.

“Sorry about your shirt,” Morningstar said releasing him and pulling his cloak back up but not without seeing Dean eyeing his chest, “I should of asked you to take it off but I wanted to see what you looked like under that cotton in person…I’ll buy you a new one.”

“It’s okay,” Dean said feeling a little breathless, “Is Sammy…awake?”

“He should be up and about wondering where breakfast is right now,” Morningstar said.

Dean nodded nervously and then had to ask, “How come you’re not in possession of a body like that black eyed bitch?”

“I’m the Morning Star,” he said smiling beautifully at Dean and it was like sunbeams, “I don’t have to do such silly things.”

“But I thought you were all chained up and stuff,” Dean said.

“Don’t believe everything you read,” Morningstar said and held out his golden muscular arm for Dean to take, “Shall we?”

“You can’t just come with me looking like that,” Dean stammered.

“Of course not,” Morningstar said, “You will see me as I am but everyone else will see a very attractive frat boy who worships the sun and surfs for a living.”

“Oh,” Dean said with a small smile, “…It is just sex, right?”

Morningstar rolled his eyes and made Dean take his arm, “Come on.”

“But,” Dean said pointing in the other direction, “My cars over there.”

“Right,” Morningstar said and changed directions, “Have you ever thought about changing the color of your Impala?”

“No,” Dean said as he opened the door for the Fucking Prince of Fucking Darkness.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora