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Bad Whiskey (Part of the Whiskey Series)	By : OnyxWildcat Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Wake up Darlin�.�

Onyx hears a southern drawl and feels herself being pulled out of a dreamless sleep. She opens her eyes, but feels pressure on her eyelids and realizes they�re swollen to slits from the beating Sam had given her. With a soft murmur of pain she shifts enough to feel a fresh batch of clothes against her skin. She peers to her right and recognizes the red in his beard and struggles to give a weak smile.

�Hey Bobby.� She whispers and wants to let out a wail at the horrible pulsing traveling through the muscles in her face.

Bobby watches her reaction as she fights back the pain she�s in. He�s actually surprised she can talk at all with how badly her jaw is swollen up. Her bottom lip is split and swollen twice its size with a nice purple and black bruise starting from the bottom of her chin, over her lips and up towards her right cheek bone. There�s another nice purple bruise along the left side of her jaw line, but nowhere near as bad as the right side of her face. Her right eye is almost completely swollen shut with the biggest and darkest shiner Bobby has ever seen.

If Sam hadn�t been infected�Bobby might�ve actually killed him tonight.

�Where�s Sam?� Onyx asks in a tired rasp of a voice and is slowly becoming used to the steady throb of agony surging throughout her body.

Bobby grows a solemn expression. �He�s locked up safe.� He replies calmly and gets a weary look from the battered beauty lying before him. �I didn�t kill�em if that�s what yer wonderin�. Though, seein� you like this makes me wonder why I hadn�t.�

Onyx goes to chuckle and cringes at how much it actually hurts to do so. �How�d you stop him?� She asks, knowing that he�d found her naked and torn up . Embarrassing�oh yes� But currently, she�s just thankful to be alive�well, sort of.

�Got there in time to witness the windows explode. Door damn near came off its hinges from the whatever it is that you did.� He explains and sees the confusion in her eyes. �I suspect you had nothin� to do with that then�� he says and watches her struggle to nod. �Figured as much. Huh� Must�ve worked.� He mutters to himself thoughtfully.

Onyx eyes him carefully, �what�d you do, Bobby?� Her voice is weary as she stares curiously at the old Hunter.

�Found an old ritual that�s supposed to cleanse any demonic related diseases from any person who�s come into contact with a�� Bobby clears his throat, not wanting to say it because he knows how much it�ll hurt Onyx to hear it, ��demon who�s recently taken host of a fresh body��

Onyx interjects, �an ex-human witch, now demon, riding a freshly vacated body known as Ruby, right?� She says with a dark lilt to her raspy voice and watches him swallow and nod. �So Sam goes off and screws Ruby who is unknowingly carrying some Lilith disease that was meant to make Sammy go flip side� Which means good ole Lilith meant to take me out from the start by infecting Sam� Nice, it�s like a Soap Opera gone Charmed.�

Bobby smirks at the comment and watches her try to laugh when her face screws up in that look again. He sighs, takes two yellow pills from the small nightstand next to the bed and hands them to her, along with a small bottle of water. �Take these, they�ll cut some of the pain back a bit. And don�t argue with me �bout it either.� He explains and helps her place the pills in her mouth and offers to hold the bottle for her so she can take a drink to wash them back. �That�s it� Now rest, or I�ll hogtie ya to the bed and keep ya there �til ya do.�

Onyx gives a whisper of a smile and takes a hold of his hand before he leaves her side. �Thank you�for everything.� She says softly and watches him give her a warm smile. �I mean it.�

�I know you do. Now get some sleep.� Bobby replies with his voice wavering just the slightest. He turns and goes to walk out of the room when he hears her whisper.

�Love you, Dad.�

He literally stops in his tracks and turns to see her already falling fast asleep with a slight smile on her face. He swallows the sudden lump in the back of his throat and murmurs, �love you too.� and closes the door behind him.

Bobby walks down the hallway and has to stop for a moment, clenches his fist and fights to control the urge to slam his fist through the wall. �God damn you Sam.� He snarls under his breath, his eyes closed as he gets his anger under control. The last thing he wants to do is go down into his anti-demon panic-room and just tear that boy apart.

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Aching all over, sweat dripping from every pore, Sam shivers and continues rocking back and forth on the small cot of a bed as the dim light of four candles burn against the consuming darkness. He�s trying to fight the horrible pain that�s racking his nerves as the infection is pushed out of his body.

Bobby hadn�t said much to him after Sam came to, naked and bloody on the floor of Bobby�s anti-demon panic-room. Sam could see the disgust in Bobby�s eyes�a look he thought he�d never witness coming from the one man who he now considers to be like a father.

Another violent wave of tremors slams against Sam�s nerves and he�s forced to curl up into a fetal position, his jaws clenched painfully shut as he forces his eyes closed due to the sting of sweat flowing down his forehead and no matter how many times he�s tried to wipe it away, it just keeps coming back. Now he just deals with it�knowing that this is nothing compared to the pain Onyx is in.

How could he have done it? How could he have let himself lose it like that? My god�he could�ve killed her! Thankfully, he hadn�t�but it doesn�t make it alright. It�ll never make it right�not after�

Sam sucks in a harsh breath, his chest tightening as a ragged sob echoes from his bared teeth. Losing his brother was enough to drive him over the edge�but almost beating Onyx to death and nearly raping her� A woman he�s loved from the very first moment he�d laid his eyes on her in that smoke filled bar that night, so long ago it seems� The girl with the wild copper colored mane reading a book by Stephen King� That beautiful smile that makes her eyes shine like glowing embers�

Jesus how close he�d come to actually� No he can�t think about it. But it won�t go away. The image of her, naked�bruised�cut up and bleeding� It�s never going to go away. Because he did it. He hit her. He cut her, made her bleed, made her cry� And enjoyed it.

A memory of Dean flows through his tortured thoughts and he begins to crumble against an onslaught of strangled tears.

* Memory*

On a misty night, the old motel standing out against a backdrop of forest for as far as the eye can see. Sam standing with his back to their motel room door as Dean stands opposite of him, leaning back against the hood of their black Impala.

�I need you to promise me somethin� Sam.� Dean begins in a gruffer voice than usual and has to clear his throat for a moment to get his bearings.

Sam shifts uncomfortably on his big feet for a moment, knowing where Dean is going with this. �Yea, sure� What�s up?� He asks, trying to sound casual and failing by the furrow in his brow.

Dean looks out into the night, only giving Sam the left side of his profile as he begins, �I need you to watch over Onyx.� he says softly at first, his voice seeming to grow huskier as he keeps his eyes elsewhere. �She�s real special Sammy and I expect you to take damned good care of her,� he pauses and stares Sam square in the face, revealing the unshed tears in his eyes, �understand? You keep her safe and fight her if you have to��

Sam swallows hard and fights back the pain in his chest. �I will Dean, you know that.� He replies, voice just as strangled.

Dean shakes his head and wipes at his eyes. �You�re all she�s gonna have when my time comes. She�s gonna need you and you�re gonna need her�� Dean explains.

But Sam cuts him off, �don�t do this Dean. Don�t talk like that. We�ve got time, man. We�ll figure this out! I�m gonna save you.�

�God damn it Sammy!� Dean barks in frustration, a fresh set of tears showing in his eyes. �I got what, a day left? When the Shit hit�s the fan, what are you gonna do if Lilith sets her eyes on her? You ever think of that?�

�It�s not going to happen Dean.� Sam retorts, jaws clenching, tears threatening to spill over. �I won�t lose you, either of you, understand me?�

Dean purses his lips together and shakes his head, a cynical smile stretching his mouth. �You can�t save everyone Sammy,� he announces as a tear dances down his cheek.

Suddenly the door to their motel room opens, Onyx standing there with a pair of oversized black sweat pants on and one of Sam�s gray long sleeved shirts pulled on with one of Dean�s dark green button down shirts on top, unbuttoned. Her long mane of copper and brown waves pulled up into a messy bun as she tucks her arms across her chest from the cold.

�You have any idea what time it is?� She chimes with a small smile as her eyes study the boys looking away from her. She knows they�ve been fighting, and by the way they�re sniffling and wiping at their faces�she knows why. They�re trying to save face and appear macho�but it doesn�t work on her. It never has. �You two alright?�

�We�re fine.� Sam replies in a husky timber and glares at his brother standing across from him.

Dean catches the glare from Sam and gives his eyes to the short beauty. �Brother stuff.� He says, his voice a bit steadier than Sam�s, but not by much.

Her eyes narrow at him, causing him to frown and shift on his feet. �Right�� She says in a long winded sigh and shakes her head. �Alright look, I love you both, you know that.� Onyx explains and gets Sam to turn towards her. �I need both of you to calm down for a second. I�ve been a Hunter for a long time now, by myself even. Now, before you go off on a tangent that I�m a female and likelier to get hacked up into little bits��

Dean cuts her off. �I�ve never said that.�

Sam adds, �either of us.� and shares a look with Dean for a moment before giving his attention back to Onyx. �We know you�re fully capable of taking care of yourself.�

�Right,� Dean adds and points to his baby brother, �what Sam said.�

Onyx brings her right hand to her forehead and sighs. �Okay look�� She begins and drops her hand, �it�s three o�clock in the morning, cold as balls out here and I�m tired. Can we go inside please?�

�In a minute, Onyx.� Sam says and gives her a warm, Sammy smile. �Promise.�

She studies him for a moment and knows he just needs to talk to Dean. �Alright, just don�t stay out here all night.� Onyx replies softly and vanishes back inside the motel room. Knowing that they�ll sort through it without her supervising.

Dean sighs and gives Sam a look. �Well?� He says and sticks his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

It takes Sam a moment to sort it out in his head when he finally says, �I promise I�ll take care of her Dean. Just� No more talking about this.�

Dean frowns. �About what? My ass going to Hell?� he scoffs, �it�s pretty inevitable at this point little brother.�

�I don�t want to have this discussion Dean!�

�Why?� Dean spats back and sees the anger in Sam�s eyes.

�Because it�s killing me Dean!� Sam barks back and feels a lump of sadness form in the back of his throat. �We�ve still got time damn it. Even if it�s only a day, we�ve got time. So drop it already.�

Dean searches Sam�s face and furrows his brow. �Fine�bitch.�

Sam rolls his eyes and growls, �whatever�jerk.� And grudgingly follows his big brother back into the motel room, where a very worried Onyx is waiting for them�

*Memory Fades*

Sam can�t stop the tears that soak his skin as he struggles to breathe. His gasping sobs for the loss of his brother echo against the cold steel walls that surround him as if mocking him. The pain of a Promise he�d broken�to never let anything happen to the one woman both he and his brother, loved. He can just see the look on his brother�s face if he knew what he�d done to her�

He could almost hear his big brother�s voice in the back of his head, disgusted about what he allowed to happen with Ruby� Angry that he�d basically taken off on Onyx in a drunken haze to get himself killed. That within three and a half months of Dean�s death� He�d turned into a disgrace. He�d left Onyx behind, cut ties with Bobby who was like a Father to Dean and him both. Had run off with a Demon to hunt down Lilith� And all this time�he was just being used.

Just as Sam�s crying begins to ease and the painful tremors calm, the door to the room opens.

Bobby stands at the threshold, his face a portrait of secrets as he takes those few steps into the room and stops just a few feet away from Sam�s curled form.

�Coherent?� Bobby says in an even tone of voice, his eyes appearing cold and distant� Unreadable. He watches as Sam brings his face up enough to meet Bobby�s gaze. �Good.� He adds and tosses a change of clothes onto the edge of the bed. �Get dressed and meet me upstairs�� Bobby says and turns to walk away when he pauses and adds, �we�re in need of a talk.� And with that, he disappears� Leaving Sam to get dressed on his own.

Sam struggles to get himself dressed and on weak legs, walks back upstairs to the living room where Bobby�s standing by his front door, a beer in hand, waiting. He doesn�t move when he says, �have a seat.�

Sam does so gratefully and doesn�t know what to do with himself. So he asks, �how�s��

Bobby cuts him off, still not facing him. �Bad.� He says and in that one word, Sam can hear the thundering anger of a Father that�s had to see his child come close to the brink.

Sam averts his gaze to his bare feet and chokes back a painful breath of guilt.

�You got any idea what you�ve put that girl through?� Bobby says and finally turns to look into Sam�s pain filled eyes. �Boy I should skin you alive for what you�ve done to her.�

�I had no control�� Sam says meekly and looks down into his hands�seeing for the first time that he actually has a few nicks and brushes from how hard he�d hit her�

�Horseshit!� Bobby barks and lowers his voice, getting Sam�s full attention. �You knew exactly what you were doin� when you allowed that black-eyed hussy to get into your pants. And don�t tell me otherwise, �cuz you ain�t the one that had to restrain Onyx from taking the Impala a part with a crowbar when you were shacked up nice and cozy with that demon whore!�

Sam opens his mouth to speak but never gets the chance as Bobby�s anger finally rears its ugly head.

�She was completely dead after seein� that! She shut down. Started wearin� more black than a mortician in a funeral parlor for a catholic priest. Went ahead and dyed her hair damn near black, said she didn�t like the attention she got with that copper colored hair. Hell, there were days when she didn�t say a word. Just went back and forth from one Hunt to the next. There were a few nights I thought she wasn�t gonna wake up in the morning with how badly beat up she appeared when she finally dragged herself home.� Bobby pauses in his words and takes down a much needed drink from the now luke warm beer. His eyes veer away from Sam�s torn expression, �then there were the nights I�d be pulled out of a dead sleep at the sound of her crying down the hall. You have any idea what that�s like? Tryin� to reach out to someone who�s just about given up and there�s not a god damned thing you can do but watch?�

Sam worries his bottom lip for a moment and feels a sting in his upper lip because of it. The memory hits him like a wave of heat, the terror filling her eyes�her hands lashing out, trying to stop him from over powering her. He lets out a choked sob and puts his head in his hands as Bobby just watches him carefully from across the room.

He can see Sam�s being torn apart by the events that have transpired and lets out a quiet sigh. As much as he wants to tear into him�he can�t get himself to do it. Not with the way Sam�s struggling to keep it together.

�She�s down the hall in the last room on the right.� Bobby exclaims in a softer tone and watches Sam wipe at his eyes. �Go in if you want, just try not to wake her�� he adds and vanishes outside, in need of some cold night air.

Sam sits there for a moment� Wondering if he should see her or not. The want and need to see her isn�t in question, it�s the possibility that she may not want to see him�not now, not ever. He knows she has every right to hate him. But he can�t just sit here and think about it� So he gets up, nearly losing his footing but somehow manages to remain standing, and begins the slow trek towards her room.

* * * *End Part Three of Chapter One* * * *
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