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Whiskey Under The Mistletoe	By : OnyxWildcat Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 1665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two

�Come on Onyx, it�s Christmas. Stop being stubborn and just��

I cut him off. �Just what?�

Dean gave me a look, ��enjoy it.� He said and offered me a small plastic cup filled with some concoction Sam cooked up and I just looked at it like it was going to sprout a head.

�I am so not touching that.� I said and crossed my arms tight across my chest. Childish of me, sure. But I never liked Christmas because of my birthday. When I was kid it was great, but as I got older people seemed to forget about me. This situation wasn�t any better in my opinion� So� Yea, bah-humbug.

�Onyx�� Sam started to say and I shot him a look. His face seemed to set into an expression of silent desperation. He was trying to give Dean the Christmas he�d wanted and all I was doing was screwing it up. �It�s not that strong.�

Dean nodded, �see? Sammy�s drinking it, so it can�t be that bad.�

I looked at him from across the old motel room and wasn�t sure what to think. It was Dean�s last Christmas and I still couldn�t stomach the thought of celebrating while knowing, that he wouldn�t be there next year. It kinda killed the whole �Christmas spirit� thing.

�I�m sorry guys�I just�� My voice wavered even though I was fighting to keep my emotions in check. Just thinking about not having Dean around was starting to break me down inside. Not a fun feeling when everyone around you is trying to be cheerful.

I sighed. �Pass me some of Sam�s eggnog.�

Dean and Sam exchanged a look before Dean leaned over and handed me a plastic cup. I took it and brought the thing to my mouth and before it even reached my lips the very fumes of the alcohol content tickled the inside of my nose. �Jesus Sam, what�s in this�high octane?"

Dean gave me a flat look, �would you just drink some.�

�Please?� Sam added and didn�t help my decision with those damned puppy dog eyes of his.

I shook my head and took a drink. Just as I thought, pure friggin� octane. �Sam�you are sooo not allowed to mix drinks anymore.�

Dean and Sam chuckled at my response and took a drink out of their own little cups.

�You gonna open your gift?� Dean asked as a small wrapped package sat untouched on the small coffee table between us.

A single brow rose in question as I glared at Dean. �It�s not going to jump up and bite me�is it?�

They just gave me a look.

�Alright, fine� I�ll shut up and open it.�

�About damned time.� Dean muttered and got an elbow in the side from Sam.

I took the small wrapped thing into my hands, noticed it was a Calvin and Hobbes Sunday comic strip, smiled, and looked up, catching Sam�s smiling face. �Go ahead, it�s� uh, a little something from both of us.�

�A sort of, Birthday slash Christmas present.� Dean added.

I figured why the hell not and tore the newspaper comic strip paper from the �gift� and stopped when I realized I was holding a black box. It was too big to be a ring, but wide enough to be a necklace. Oh boy.

Swallowing the lump in the back of my throat I carefully lifted the top and peered inside. My heart stopped. With a shaky hand I gently lifted a silver chain with a circular charm about the size of a quarter out into view and let the silver charm rest against the flesh of my palm. It was an Eye of Horus� The eye itself holding a black Onyx in its center.

�Wow�� Was all I could say as the little box fell into my lap. I held the necklace in my hand and looked up into their quiet faces. They both appeared careful in the way they looked at me, as though afraid of what I might do or say. I couldn�t blame them, after all�I was a real pain in the ass sometimes.

Without another word I brought the chain up and around my neck, fastened it in place and allowed the charm to rest against the exposed flesh of my neck. It was cool against my skin as my fingers lightly touched the edges of the charm. I smiled. �It�s beautiful.� My voice sounded breathy even to me, but at that moment�I didn�t care. I didn�t care that a familiar sting entered my eyes causing me to bite down on my bottom lip. As if emotions held deep were suddenly flooding over, threatening to spill through to the surface in a wave of cheerful tears.

Dean�s face was quiet except for the faintest hint of a smile and slight sheen to his eyes that told me he was touched at my reaction. That was a lot coming from him. And just seeing that caused my chest to tighten. Looking over to Sam didn�t help either. In fact, seeing those eyes sparkling with unshed tears made my emotions bubble over. It wasn�t until the cool sting of a tear slid well passed my cheek and slipped down to my chin that I realized I�d been crying. Once I realized it, I was screwed. After all the years I�d spent carefully shielding my emotions it took just the smallest thing to break through those barriers. One simple gift, given to me with no strings attached� A gift filled with love� Left me emotionally helpless.

My breath became ragged and I found myself suddenly up and walking across the room to the door. I couldn�t do this. Not in front of them. Not on the most important night of the year. My hand was clutching the door handle when I felt someone behind me like a wave of living warmth slamming over the skin of my back. I froze.

The voice that followed was deep and raspy like whiskey sliding over aged sandpaper. A voice that was raw with emotion. It was Dean. �Onyx wait.� His breath was hot against the back of my neck, a lot closer then I thought he was. It made me tense up. I wanted to run. I did not want him to see the pain on my face. I couldn�t do that to him. Not now. Not when he needed this night to be happy. And all I was doing was screwing it up by being so fucking�female.

�No Dean.� My voice was harsh from strangled emotions and I cursed myself inwardly for allowing this to happen. �I need some fresh air.� I said with a little more control, closed my eyes, and focused on my breathing. I waited and hoped like hell he�d just back off and let me go outside where I could be alone. But of course, this is Dean we�re talkin� about. Would he just let me walk out that door without a fight? Hell no. He was a Winchester. They never knew the meaning of giving up.

Before I could even think to move or speak I felt the warmth of his hand slide ever so carefully around my waist until the very palm of his hand rested on my stomach. I went rigid. He�d never touched me like this before. Never with any sensuality like he was touching me now. It was as if all the things he�d always wanted to say and couldn�t, were suddenly pouring into me through the contact of his flesh just over mine. Through the material of my shirt I could feel his energy filling my pores. The breath caught in my throat at the intensity of it.

And just when I started to even grasp what was happening Sam was suddenly there, just behind me, to the right of Dean� His hand now placed ever so gently on my wrist as though willing my hand to slip away from the door. As soon as his warm flesh wrapped firmly against mine, I felt a surge of white hot energy swim into my system. It was amazing and terrifying all in one sweet sensation. Sam�s energy swept through me and was met by Dean�s rumbling current causing a spark of something wild to mingle inside me. I felt it twist and writhe as our energies slithered and churned deep inside as though seeking something to hold onto. It became a great mass of pulsing emotion that swept away all the pain and doubts, overwhelming me with this immense sense of peace� Surrounding me�consuming me in this sea of warmth� Their warmth, their love�pouring through me causing me to float within myself. A sensation of feeling weightless and yet so very heavy. I didn�t know where they began�or I ended. A circle of power began to flow through us and I started to feel dizzy with the sensation of it. I couldn�t move, couldn�t think� I was immersed, consumed�numb with feeling.

Sam was the one to bring us back when he gently pulled my wrist away from the door and toward the heat of his tall frame. Unable to fight it I was pulled with the movement, turned around so that I was now facing him. Dean�s arm wrapped around my waist, his fingers splayed out over my stomach as though claiming me with his fingertips. Sam�s hand engulfed my wrist while his thumb brushed gently back and forth over my skin. I blinked and for a moment, felt myself coming back into the tingling energy of my own body as if my mind had drifted to another place while I was fighting the peaceful sea they poured over me.

�What�� I struggled to speak but heard my voice come out in a rasp of sound. I tried again. �What just happened?� My voice was strong that time, more like me, which was good.

�I don�t know.� Sam answered in a voice that was all but a husky growl that didn�t help my nerves any. I felt every hair along my spine prickle and stand on end. Shit.

�Whatever that was�� Dean said and got my full attention. His eyes were two drowning hazel green pools that left me standing there like a deer in headlights. His lips, full and soft, stretched slightly as a familiar smirk began to appear. �Was� Kinda cool.�

�Cool?� I just looked at him, mouth open. �You both touched me and I felt like I was drowning with energy and you call it� Cool?� I shook my head as a smile played over my lips. �Unbelievable.�

�Okay Miss �I know everything�, what do you think it was?� Dean said and stopped the smile on my face by the seriousness in his voice.

Except for the slight distraction of being in close physical contact with the boys, I was back in my body again. Which of course, helped me think with a little more clarity. �I don�t know exactly what it was Dean� But I think, maybe, it was a transfer.�

�We swapped energy.� Sam said as though finishing my thought and I nodded.

�Exactly. But why now? Why not before?� I asked and could feel both of their heartbeats drumming ever so softly with mine. It was odd, sensing that and not feeling clouded. All I felt, down to the very marrow of my bones was a deep sense of unity. I�d always felt safe with them, but it never felt anything like this. But then� I�ve always known, somewhere within the depths of myself that I was connected with them�and I think it was because secretly� I loved them.

Loved them both as though they were the only thing in my life that made sense. Two men that had taken my heart and made it their own. It wasn�t fair. This deep emotional poison flooding through my veins was never meant to surface. Not for them, not for any man. My heart was a broken and angry thing that wanted nothing to do with the safety of love. Because with that emotion is followed by lust, desire, then jealousy, possession and ultimately�abandonment. No, I couldn�t love them. Not truly deeply love them when I sure as hell didn�t love myself. How can you love something broken? Something unwanted and cast aside like a pair of old, torn up socks that the dog doesn�t even want any part of? A thing left to rot. And lets face it�I�ve never been a chick-flick kind of girl.

�Onyx, you still with us?� I blinked and realized they�d been trying to get my attention but I was obviously somewhere else. Sam and Dean�s face were a portrait of worry as my eyes focused on their handsome features.

�I�m sorry, what were you saying?� I said and brought my hand to my forehead, my index finger and thumb pinching the tension at the bridge of my nose.

Sam spoke first. �You okay?�

That made me look at him. �Yea, why?�

�You�re a bit pale.�

I frowned. �I�m not pale.�

Dean gave me that look where he had one brow arched. �Yes you are.�

I was getting a headache which of course, always makes me grouchy. �Unlike some people, I tend to have a natural ivory skin color.�

�No princess, you spend way too much time wandering around at night when you could be getting some sunlight during the day with the rest of the living.� Dean said with an edge of sarcasm in his voice.

�Dean do me a favor��

�What�s that?� He said with that cocky and incredibly sexy smile of his.

I turned my body to where we were literally facing each other, placed my free hand on the collar of his shirt and pulled him close to my face�as if I were going to kiss him. Instead I purred, �you�re so much prettier when you don�t speak.� I grinned and started back toward the couch, hoping they wouldn�t stop me.

They didn�t, but the feeling of their eyes burning into my back made my skin crawl. What the hell was happening to me? Of all the damned times we�ve spent time together I�ve never once felt their presence like this. Why not the time when we were all on the couch and I was nestled across Sam�s lap, my face resting on his right arm, while his left hand brushed through my hair and the lower half of my body was stretched across Dean�s lap and he sat there rubbing my feet. Why not then? I remember falling asleep like that and felt nothing but as content as a well fed cat. And now it felt like I was being tracked by hungry predators that wanted nothing more then to tear me apart.

�Alright boys...� I said ignoring the weight of their eyes on me and sat down in the middle of the couch, giving them a place to sit on either side of me. �Time to open your presents.� I was trying to be as normal as possible, even though the air was thick with an aroma that I so did not want to smell.

They moved across the room with an air of curiosity swirling around them as they took their places at my sides. Sam to my right, Dean sitting to my left, both quiet as I motioned for them to take their presents.

Two carefully wrapped, dark blue packages sat idly on the coffee table�s surface. The boys didn�t move for a long time as they stared down at their gifts.

The size of the packages were just big enough to hold a football in, so maybe that�s what was stopping them from tearing into their presents. Or maybe it was the wrapping itself, all deep metallic navy blue that shimmered a cerulean blue green when the light hit it. Maybe they hadn�t had anyone take such great care in wrapping a gift for them� Or maybe these gifts waiting so patiently for them to be unwrapped, were the first real Christmas presents they�d seen since they were children. Either way, my patience level was starting to drop. So I reached over, took both presents in each hand and dropped the beautifully wrapped gifts into their laps.

�Don�t get weird on me now.� I said as they stared down at the gift sitting in their laps with an expression that could only be described as curious terror. What the hell was so damned scary about getting a pretty Christmas present? �Guys��

Sam looked up from the shimmering package lying silently in his lap and turned his eyes to me. �I almost don�t want to open it, the wrapping paper is so��

Dean finished his little brother�s thought, �shiny.�

I sighed and slumped back against the couch. �Yes it�s shiny. It also happens to be my favorite shade of blue.� I said and looked to each carefully blank face, noticing the way they were shielding their emotions from me. �I chose that wrapping paper because it was meant for someone special and both of you happen to be at the top of that list. Now stop being weird and open your damned presents before I do it for you.� Right as I finished my sentence, they simultaneously hugged their presents close to their body, as though afraid that I would do just as I said I would. They were right.

�You heard the lady.� Dean said to his brother as he leaned forward, readying himself for the moment he�d tear away the wrapping. �Ready?�

Sam leaned forward mirroring his brother�s posture. �Yea, I�m ready. On the count of three?�

Dean nodded and I just sat back, shaking my head with a smile on my lips. �Okay� One� Two��

They never made it to three when that beautiful wrapping paper went flying in shreds all over the couch. The inner black cardboard box was opened and I could almost taste their shock as they went completely still.

They shared a wide eyed look before reaching into the opened box sitting in their laps and brought their gifts to the light. A curved, eight inch blade with a silver gleam stood out brilliantly as their hands gripped the flat black handle. Each blade mirrored the other in their deadly magnificence as the boys stared in awe at the gift they held in their hand.

Their reaction was better then I expected. �You like?�

�These are�great Onyx.� Sam exclaimed in a breath of a voice and turned the blade in his hand as though admiring its craftsmanship. I watched him carefully, soaking in the expression on his face as he peered appreciatively at his new weapon. �How�� His voice trailed off as his eyes found mine, forcing me to focus on his gaze.

I smiled. �A friend.� I said and didn�t mention that the �friend� was an old and very powerful Shaman that had given me these twin blades when I was just out of high school. I was just on the verge of turning eighteen when he tracked me down. Told me that he had something incredibly special in his bag that he needed me to see. I figured it was another lesson I had to learn from the random yet very insightful teachings the old Shaman would give me whenever he dropped into my neck of the woods. Funny how he always seemed to know exactly where I was�even when I had no clue as to what town or city I would find myself in next.

At the time, I�d found my way back to the desert in southern California, near Palm Springs to be exact. I was in a small town basically in the middle of nowhere when the Old Shaman tracked me down and invited me out into the very desert itself to sit around an old fashioned bonfire. Me, being the lover of all things nature, was more than willing to spend that precious time with my teacher. So there we were in the midst of earth and fire, the spirits close and familiar like a comfortable mist of loving energy that always left me feeling no longer abandoned, but content and loved when he opened a large burlap bag. At first, I thought that perhaps this was the beginning of some sort of test because of all the mysticism floating around in his aura�until he brought out a rather large wooden box from the burlap and set it before the fire. The surface of the wood was a deep rich reddish brown, reminding me of an old cabin or the warm inner quarters of some lavish pirate ship. It seemed a bit too big to have been hidden so well within the burlap bag but I kept that thought to myself.

�This is a gift I have kept from you for quite sometime, young one.� He said in that voice that rolled like deep spiritual thunder through every pore throughout my body making me sit a little straighter. If there was ever a living being as close to the greatest power in this universe, it had to be him. But he would completely discourage the thought. He who was so humble, so in tune with the essence of nature and of the great spirit itself� He, my great teacher, would claim it arrogant.

�A gift?� I asked and knew that he would explain everything in time. Damn how I love a dependable man.

�This is a triangle of power.� He began to explain as he opened the box revealing the three blades within. The two on either side were a mirror of the other� While the one in the middle, was smaller, more delicate in a sense�but the blade appeared just as deadly. �The center, young one, represents the self. You. The left blade and the right blade, are pieces of yourself that you currently do not posses. They are your life mates, guardians of the flesh as well as the soul.�

I know the confusion must have shown on my face because he gave that slight smile of his and waved a hand in dismissal. �You have not met them as of yet, young one.�

�How will I know?�

�The blades will call to you, as the Moon calls to the great Seas, you feel the pull and know when it is time.�

Cryptic at best. Wonderful. �I�ll just know��

He nodded. �These warriors are brothers, their bloodline runs deep and pure. Just as these blades hold the essence of the Moon and the steel of the Earth. They will need you as you�ll need them.�

As much as I loved the poeticism of my teacher, sometimes getting to the point made things clearer for me. �Alright old man, can the Guru approach and speak English.�

He smiled, brightly and said. �Still so young and impatient� Alright, I�ll make this easier to understand. In a few years time you will come across two brothers that are in essence, a part of your life path on this plane. They will be young warriors, walking the same terrible path that you are walking now. They will mean a great deal to you� And a night will come when you will realize they have earned their right to finally accept your gift and therefore take their true place by your side.� He paused and placed his hands in his lap. �Was that English enough for you, young Wildcat?�

I couldn�t help the shit-eating-grin on my face. �Yes, I got it. You know, you�re really good at the whole Mysterious-poet-guru thing� But I like it a lot more when you�re your smart-ass self.�

He laughed, a rich and joyous sound. �Thank you but I�ve learned from the best.�

�Damn straight.� I said and tried to keep a straight face. We locked eyes�and in seconds fell into a fit of laughter.

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Now, sitting between the two brothers that were destined to walk with me along this screwed up path� I felt a sense of pride, a sense of peace�and� A terrible sense of uncertainty. I didn�t want to lose Dean. As much of a real pain in my ass he�d been, I loved him. And Sam�knowing that he�d died when I should have been there protecting him� Cut me with such a horrible blade of a guilt that I didn�t know if it would ever heal.

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