John locks the door after Dean and Ladona leave then stands rubbing his forehead for a minute. He hates subjecting Anna to this but he needs Dean for the job. Part of him wants to strangle his son for being so hardheaded but another part has to admit he comes by it naturally. It’ll only be a few days though, he reassures himself. We’re grownups. We can manage.
He can still see the look on Dean’s face when he found them kissing that day. It was like someone gut punched him. John’s first reaction was to feel guilty but his second was to tell Dean to get over it. He would have followed him to do just that if Anna hadn’t stopped him. He shakes his head. She insisted he try to understand Dean’s feelings and not get angry but it’s been a battle. The only reason he’s put up with it this long is that Dean’s never said or done anything overt…and, he admits wryly, because Anna would unleash her wicked temper on him.
“Wash my back, sailor?”
He looks up from his musings and a slow smile spreads across his face. “Have I told you that’s my absolute favorite outfit?”
She laughs throatily. “You may have mentioned it a few thousand times.”
His eyes grow dark with desire as they drink in her naked body. He crosses the room slowly, removing clothing as he goes. When he reaches her all that’s left are his jeans.
He presses her against the door jamb, his mouth devouring hers as her small hands unzip his jeans and push them off his hips. Then it’s her turn to press him against the door jamb as she slowly slides down his body to her knees. She tugs the jeans down his legs and he kicks them aside then draws in a sharp breath as she strokes his hard length.
“My, you started without me,” she observes.
He grins down at her. “What do you expect when I walk in to find you in nothin’ but a sheet?” he growls. “Are you tryin’ to kill me, woman?”
She laughs, her hands continuing to stroke him. “Now where would be the fun in that?” she whispers before drawing him into her mouth.
He groans and buries his hands in her beautiful hair. For a while there is nothing but her tongue caressing him with feather light strokes then the orgasm crashes over him and he’s left sagging against the door jamb as she smiles up at him. “You are tryin’ to kill me,” he mumbles and she laughs delightedly.
She climbs up his body, pressing herself against him as she captures his mouth. “Time for that shower,” she murmurs, tracing his lips with a fingertip.
He growls deep in his throat then pushes her gently into the bathroom and closes the door to keep the steam in. And maybe some of the steam will even be from the hot water, he thinks lecherously. She leans over to turn on the water and adjust it to the right temperature and he can’t resist moving up behind her to caress her shapely rear.
“That tickles,” she protests softly but doesn’t move away as she straightens.
His hands slide up the curves of her hips and around to cup her breasts. He rolls the already taut nipples between his fingers and she drops her head back against his shoulder with a moan. Her own hands caress his thighs and butt as he nibbles her neck.
“The water will get cold,” she mumbles, barely able to breathe.
He laughs softly, a rumble of sound that begins deep in his chest and comes bubbling out of his throat. She absolutely loves that laugh and he knows exactly what it does to her. He laughs again as he supports her into the tub, stepping in behind her and tugging the shower curtain closed. He presses her against the wall, keeping her in place with one hand on her back as he leans down to turn the shower on.
She shivers at the feel of the cold tile against her skin then again when the hot water washes over her. She’s so close to the edge she thinks the slightest touch might send her over. “John,” she moans but all he does is laugh again.
Keeping her pressed to the tile he fits his body against hers and begins a slow exploration with his hands as his mouth moves down the side of her neck. She moans his name again and again but he refuses to finish her off just yet. He’s having entirely too much fun.
The only thing keeping her upright is his body pressing her against the wall. She feels like she’s on fire as his big hands touch her so very softly. When he leans down to whisper in her ear she shudders uncontrollably.
“Wanna try somethin’ new?”
She nods, not caring how he quenches her fire at this point but needing him to do it soon.
He draws her back slightly, supporting her weight with an arm around her waist as he gently pushes her upper body forward to rest against the wall. He widens his stance but still has to bend his knees a little since she’s eight inches shorter than him. Nudging her legs apart he lifts one thigh to gain access and suddenly thrusts all the way into her.
Her eyes fly open at the unexpected sensation. She’s only tried this position with two other men and neither experience was more than marginally enjoyable. It made her feel powerless and almost victimized. But then those men were quite different from her husband. All he wants is to give her pleasure and if she tells him to stop he will immediately. She realizes the difference is that she trusts John utterly and completely. She closes her eyes and forces herself to relax. Now that her initial shock has worn off she can’t deny how good he feels inside her like this.
He senses her hesitation and murmurs softly in her ear, “Is this all right, love?”
His deep voice makes her shiver and clench around him. Yes, this does indeed feel wonderful. Unable to speak she nods her assent and moans with pleasure as he begins moving in and out. Every nerve ending is on fire as she gives herself over to him. His free hand strokes her breasts lightly, sending even more fire racing through her body. Her breath comes in short gasps and it only takes a few smooth thrusts before she orgasms violently around him. She has just enough presence of mind to stifle her screams against her own forearm.
He makes a growling sound deep in his throat as her body spasms but continues pounding into her. He’s not even sure he could stop now and each thrust drives him deeper into her velvety heat. Her body shudders again and again ‘til it becomes one long orgasm. Finally he joins her, crushing her against the wall as he stiffens.
They stay that way for several minutes as they catch their breath, neither of them wanting to part. He’s still buried so deep inside her it’s almost painful and she suspects she’ll be very sore later but right now she doesn’t care. He loves the way she tightens around him as aftershocks rip through her body and wishes he could stay sheathed in her fire forever. But the water’s turning cold and so is breakfast. With a sigh he finally withdraws, making sure she’s able to stand on her own before leaning over to turn off the water.
Her body cries out at the emptiness he leaves behind and she blinks away tears. She wouldn’t want him to misunderstand and think he hurt her even though he did a little. But it was a good kind of hurt, the kind that reminds her she’s really alive and no longer subject to the demon’s brutal torture. As if there’s any other kind of torture, she thinks wryly. Pushing these thoughts aside she smiles and murmurs, “I never did get to wash my hair.”
He caresses her face, his dark eyes sparkling with love, causing her to shiver. “I’ll wash it for you later, love,” he says softly.
She pulls him into a gentle kiss. “Deal.”
He takes her hand to help her out of the tub. “Oh, my God!” he exclaims.
“What?” She looks down at her right forearm and sees a perfect set of her own teeth marks filling with blood. Her eyes widen. “I didn’t even feel that,” she breathes.
He draws her over to the sink and holds her arm under cold water so he can see how bad the bite is. She feels a little sick at its depth and at the faint taste of blood in her mouth. How could she hurt herself that badly and not even know? Sure, her capacity to withstand pain is extremely high after her stint in Hell but she should have at least felt it. She collapses onto the closed toilet, suddenly lightheaded.
John’s feeling a little sick himself as he goes into the bedroom to grab the first aid kit then returns to kneel beside her. He feels somehow responsible and the shocked look in Anna’s eyes worries him. Speaking in a low soothing voice he disinfects the bite then covers it expertly with a bandage. He cups her cheek in his warm palm and kisses her gently. “You’ll be fine now, sweetie.”
She manages a weak smile. She does feel a little better with the bite out of sight but now it’s starting to throb painfully. As if reading her mind John slips two aspirin into her hand and fetches a cup of water. She downs them gratefully.
They’re both still wet from the shower and she starts to shiver. He grabs a towel to dry her off, rubbing her skin vigorously to warm her. He kisses her lips again. “You’ll be okay, sweetie. Just a little shock.”
But she doesn’t stop shivering so he quickly dries himself then scoops her up in his arms and carries her to the bed. He pulls the blanket over them and holds her close as heat slowly returns to her body. After a bit, she drifts into sleep feeling safe and secure in his strong arms.
He kisses her hair and holds her tight as her breathing evens out but his thoughts are in turmoil. This isn’t her first hunt but it’s the first really big one she’s been involved with. He’s managed to farm out everything but the minor stuff to other hunters which is one of the reasons Dean and Ladona have been so busy. He closes his eyes. Anna’s done very well in her training and in the other hunts. She survived the Yellow-Eyed Demon and Hell. So why does he still think of her as fragile? Is it the nightmares? Or just his instinct to protect the woman he loves?
He inhales her lavender scent. He knows he can’t keep her sheltered forever, not with so few hunters to do the work. They need him in the field and not just for small jobs. And she refuses to stay at home and wait for him. He smiles ruefully. Boy, he got quite a dose of her redheaded temper when he made that suggestion! The only bright spot is that the truce with the demons is holding, largely due to Skye’s continued diplomatic efforts. No hunter has had to perform an exorcism since it began and the few rogues who’ve possessed unwilling humans in violation of the truce have been swiftly dealt with by their own kind. He doesn’t know the details but he suspects exorcism would be a kindness by comparison.
Turning his thoughts back to Anna he realizes with a sinking heart that he’s still having difficulty accepting her as part of the hunting world. He never wanted to drag her into this and part of him continues to rail against it. But the decision was taken out of his hands when the Yellow-Eyed Demon captured her soul and no amount of denial will change the reality.
He shakes his head. Much as he wants to believe otherwise Anna is now a hunter. And just as he did with first Dean and then Sam he has to stop babying her and have faith in the training he’s provided. He has to have faith in her. He blows out his breath and holds her tighter, burying his face in her still wet hair. He just wishes he weren’t so afraid.
I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire.
Dean woke to find himself alone in bed, but the sound of the shower running let him know where Ladona had gone. The sun slanting across the far wall told him it was midmorning and he wondered what time it was so they could meet John and Anna to talk about this latest case. Anna, Dean snorted, but then he remembered the conversation with Ladona before they’d fallen asleep. He repeated the woman's name again in his mind - this time without any hint of emotion. Anna. See? he told Ladona in his mind. I can do it.
Ladona ... she was singing in the shower now. Bon Jovi. Dean shut his eyes and shook his head. She loved Bon Jovi, had even dragged him to a concert a few weeks ago when the band was playing in a town where they'd had a case. That had almost been worse than facing a legion of demons, but he admitted, grudgingly, that it had been fun to watch her, infectious even. Ladona had sung every song at the top of her lungs and screamed like a banshee. Dean smiled, remembering how she'd been so hoarse the next day she could barely talk. He remembered the things he'd done to her and her nearly silent screams that had made a silencing spell in their hotel room unnecessary.
He sighed heavily and sat up a bit, trying to keep images of Ladona's wet and naked body out of his mind so he could ... ah, hell. It was no use trying to keep his mind off the woman in the shower when other parts of his body were so well tuned to her it was like having a beacon that never shut off. Dean pushed back the covers and padded into the bathroom where he could see through the shower curtain a cloudy image of her rinsing her hair, her back arched back so her breasts stood out high and proud. His groin tightened at just the blurry sight of her and he stepped more quickly to the tub.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, peeking his head inside the curtain.
Ladona's head popped up and she smiled at him. "Not at all." She held out her hand and Dean took it before stepping into the spray.
He put his head under the water and then asked what song she'd been singing.
Ladona pressed herself against him, then put her lips to his chest and sucked on his skin for a second. "It was a new one. Something about making a memory."
"Making a memory?" Dean arched an eyebrow and spun Ladona around so her back was pressed against him, his hardness firmly encased in the valley between her butt cheeks. Ladona gasped when Dean started nibbling gently on her shoulders, his hands kneading her breasts while his hips played bump-and-grind with her rear. He trailed his lips and teeth down her spine as one of his hands slipped between her legs and his fingers slid inside her.
Ladona reached out to catch herself, using the tiled wall for support while Dean's fingers rubbed her inside and out. He knelt, pushed her to lean forward, and spread her legs wider, both hands now cupping her thighs. Dean's tongue found her and she quickly uttered the words for the silencing spell right before she called out as her orgasm crashed around her and her legs shook with the force of her pleasure.
Dean stood and turned her to face him once more. His tongue followed the water down the smooth skin of her chest to each nipple, which he rolled first between his fingers and then suckled hard with his mouth. He brought one of Ladona's legs up to hold and stepped between her legs to thrust quickly inside her. Dean put his other arm around Ladona's waist to help her balance and settled his mouth at the sensitive spot just under her ear.
"Is this memorable enough for you?" he whispered as he thrust harder with each stroke, knowing that he was rendering her incoherent with every movement. Dean pulled his head back just enough to see Ladona's eyes close. Her arms were already locked around Dean's shoulders, but she dug her nails into his skin as wave after wave pushed through her and she twisted her head back and forth with every contraction. Dean had trouble holding on, moving in and out of her, feeling her muscles tighten around him until finally he let himself go, coming in hot explosions and moving with decreasing speed until he came to a stop and they stood locked in place.
The water turned to ice and they jumped apart, moving to the far end of the tub to escape the frigid spray. Ladona turned to Dean and burst into laughter. "You're the one who's not clean," she said, pushing him into the cold.
"Not fair!" he shouted. But he lathered quickly and washed his hair, making room for Ladona to wash herself once more before they turned off the water and toweled off as fast as possible in order to warm up. She uttered the words to drop the spell while rubbing some of the water from her hair.
After they were dressed - Ladona in a pair of well fitted jeans that hugged her hips and rear and a tight, long-sleeved t-shirt over a tank top with the bra built-in and Dean in his customary jeans, boots and shirt-over-shirt - they looked through the stack of take-out menus on the nightstand next to the bed.
"I would kill for a kitchen," Ladona sighed. "Wouldn't real food taste good?"
Dean took a deep breath and looked wistful. "I'd love for you to be in a kitchen right now. Those brownies you make would be a great breakfast."
"Brownies? I'm talking about food, Dean," Ladona said with mock exasperation, throwing a menu at him. "You know. A real meal. Cooked by me. Eaten at a real table. Hell, I'd give anything to be back at the B&B right now and using that awesome kitchen Anna has there." She got a dreamy expression on her face, remembering long ago meals enjoyed with other hunters.
“Hey, I forgot to tell you,” Ladona said with a snap of her fingers. “I heard from Alex. Got an email the other day.”
“How is she?” Dean asked with concern.
“Better. She didn’t say where she was, of course. Just said to make sure I told everyone that she’s okay and she’ll meet up with us soon.” Neither Dean nor Ladona voiced the obvious: that Ladona could find Alex if she wanted to. Out of respect for her friend, Ladona refused to invade the other woman’s private pain. Ladona wished Alex would come home to what really amounted to her family, believing Alex would recover more quickly if she were surrounded by the support of other hunters.
Dean frowned. Alex was a good friend and he’d been worried about her ever since she took off after attacking Skye that night. “I wish she’d just come back. It’s not good for her to be on her own like this.” Shaking his head, Dean checked his watch and swung his feet to the floor. "We need to get to the diner to meet Dad and Anna."
Ladona watched him carefully as he said Anna's name and smiled at the lack of inflection in his voice. "Very good," she told him, swatting him on the ass as she walked by. "It's a nice start." She grabbed her jacket off the floor and flipped it over her shoulder.
"Hey!" Dean exclaimed, sounding offended. Ladona broke into gales of laughter as she sashayed out the door, the sound of her laughter carrying back to him as she made her way down the open walkway.
He shook his head to himself and followed her out, stopping briefly to set a small booby trap to alert them if anyone or anything tried to break into their room and locked the door. Ladona was a good 15 feet in front of him and he watched her backside sway invitingly in front of him. They'd been together solidly now for just over six months and it still felt new at the same time it felt as comfortable as ... well, as Dean imagined home would feel.
It hadn't started out that way, that's for sure. Well, the relationship part of their partnership hadn't been exactly smooth sailing at first, but then Ladona had risked her life to rescue Anna and Dean had almost gone out of his mind worrying. He'd told Ladona he loved her before the mission had gotten underway, but he hadn't truly known what it meant until she'd driven away in that old Volvo and he didn't know if he'd ever see her again. The mission - thank the Goddess - had been successful, albeit with some unfortunate casualties on the hunters' side and Ladona had come back whole and his again.
Since then, they'd been all over the country together, identifying demons that didn't adhere to the truce, banishing other beings to other dimensions and convincing the majority of the ghosts they encountered to turn towards the light, though Dean admitted it had taken a while for him to come round to that way of thinking. Ladona seemed to be able to almost commune with spirits now and Dean wondered if her power was that much stronger because of what she'd been through during Anna's rescue. It was Ladona who was able to make most spirits let go of their earthly life by showing them the beauty of the afterlife. Dean still retained his cynical view of the afterlife given his father's - and Anna's - all too recent experiences with Hell, but he'd seen plenty of faces lit with pure happiness and peace to be able to begin to admit maybe Hell wasn't all that awaited after death, that maybe there was an alternative.
But Ladona had changed, too, Dean knew. Before Anna's rescue, she'd been a thorough and competent hunter who used her magic only to further the case or get them out of a tough spot. Now that she had full control of her power, Dean thought Ladona felt a certain freedom in deciding how she would employ her magic. She was almost like several people rolled into one and Dean knew the combination of her different sides was part of what kept things between them so fresh. And she had a tattoo now that excited him for some reason he couldn’t name. It was the ancient symbol of the Goddess, located at the base of her neck. Dean never asked Ladona why she’d gotten it, figuring it had something to do with her magic that was beyond his comprehension.
When they were hunting, Ladona now was almost more focused than Dean had ever been and was able to dispatch any variety of nasty things with economy and without emotion. Once the job was over, the hunter in Ladona switched to "off" and a fun-loving, life-loving girl came out, making Dean laugh and do crazy things he'd never allowed himself to enjoy like visits to amusement parks, water rides and bike riding, whole days spent in bed and sightseeing wherever they happened to find themselves.
He'd even gone horseback riding and she had the digital photos to prove it; was even assembling a photo album and scrapbook of their adventures. When Dean had asked her why, Ladona had teased him that it was so they could use it to remind themselves of their wild youth when they were old and gray. She also wasn't averse to using her magic every so often to captivate him in bed and he wasn't complaining. Ladona Marie Winters was like no one he'd ever met and he was damn happy about that since he couldn't imagine ever feeling like this about anyone else.
Ladona could feel Dean's eyes on her, felt as though she could almost read his thoughts and a small lump rose up in her throat, brought tears to her eyes. She loved Dean Winchester more each day. Her trip into AlmostHell had made her determined to not let the job get the best of them. She knew as soon as Dean's arms had closed around her that night that she would never take life for granted again. She certainly wasn't going to pass up opportunities for fun and laughter or seeing the oddities found while they were out on the road. It had been a tough sell at first. Dean used the snark to make others think he was a jokester, but really took the job to heart and was deeply affected by the lives he saved and the creatures he killed or banished. Ladona had practically had to drag him kicking and screaming into a new way of looking at what they did and that while it may define a part of their lives, it didn't need to define every part.
Not that she didn't appreciate his gravity because she did. It helped ground her and kept her firmly rooted to the earth. She felt his love wrap around her and it made her feel invincible, like she could take on the world and win every time. He was honest to a fault (except on jobs where they had to lie, of course) and never took her for granted, though she knew he relied on her like she relied on him to always be there, to be the one fan cheering for each other when they felt far away from the others. Ladona envied his relationships with his dad and with his brother, not having had contact with her own family for years now and not even knowing - not wanting to know - if they were alive or dead.
Dean was sensitive, loving, funny and kind, especially to the children too often caught in the crossfire of the skirmishes they settled. He seemed to be able to relate to their terror and the upheaval in their lives. Ladona knew it was because of how he was raised, how he wasn't able to enjoy a real childhood full of careless laughter, joy rides and everything else that passed for a "normal" American youth. She turned then to wait for him, a big smile lighting her face, and watched Dean's answering grin.
"What are you smiling about?" he wanted to know.
"I love you," she answered simply. "Isn't that enough?"
"Absolutely."For you're the lover I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for.
And every time your lips meet mine
Darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin I'm in
Under that old black magic called love.