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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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I want to say thank you to everyone following along. Just so you know, it's about to get even more twisted...[like I could resist lol]. So please, sit back and Enjoy!

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Onyx shifts uncomfortably onto her left side and lets out a soft sigh of relief that it�s just a slight pulse on the inside of her cheek rather than the constant thunder that assaulted her when she tried resting on her right side so she could face the door� Forgetting that the right side of her face had taken most of the damage. The yellow pills Bobby had given her just a little awhile ago had finally started to kick in around the same time she thought it was safe to rest against the wrong side of her body. And just as she gets nice and settled, her body curled up on the far side of the bed, leaving enough room for someone to lie down behind her� The door opens.

She doesn�t have to turn to sense by the sound of the foot steps, that it�s Sam. Onyx closes her eyes and feels a tremble run through her knowing that he�s in the room. A part of her knows, logically, the person who�d done this to her�hadn�t been her Sammy. Sam would never lay a hand on her, ever. Unless she was demonically possessed, of course. They�d had that discussion long before he realized she had a tribal sigil on her upper right arm to keep that from ever happening. And even then, when she�d said if somehow she were ever taken over, if she posed a threat�she gave him the okay to take her out if he had to.

Her mind drifts off to the memory of that discussion and feels her heart ache�

*�Memory Begins�*

�I would rather you take me out than ever lay a hand on you.� Sam mutters softly while holding her smaller hands in his. �I don�t think I could live with myself if something�if I was forced�� he trails off, feeling his throat tighten up at the memory of having to put a silver bullet in Madison.

Onyx sighs softly, sensing his train of thought and gives his hands a squeeze, her eyes warm as she gives a small smile. �I�m not saying it will,� her voice is gentle as she speaks, �but if I become possessed or infected or just completely lose it� I need to know that you�ll at least knock me unconscious or have Dean or Bobby close by to take care of it.�

Sam shakes his head, fighting back the threat of tears as he gives a cynical smile and scoffs, �I won�t stand by and watch someone hurt you.� He retorts in a defiant voice and watches her amber hazel eyes narrow.

�You�re being stupid.� She says in a flat tone when the door opens to their motel room. �Dean, come on over here and have seat.� Onyx announces, never taking her eyes off of Sam.

Dean pauses, blinks, and kicks the door closed, �nice to see you too, honey.� he chimes with a smirk and closes the distance between them and stops, his arms holding take out and three large soft drinks. �Mind helpin� me out?� He says and motions with his chin.

Sam reaches up and takes the drinks while Onyx takes one of the bags. Dean sits down to Sam�s right at the small table, a curious expression on his handsome features as they get their food situated.

�So what�s up?� Dean asks seeing the troubled look on Sam�s face and stuffs a few fries in his mouth, causing his cheeks to puff up like a Hamster foraging for food.

�I need your input.� Onyx explains and takes a drink from her soda, pauses to swallow down the sweet liquid and gives Dean surprised eyes. �A Shirley Temple?� She asks in a shocked voice.

Dean grows a proud grin. �Went down to Old Pete�s and told�em I was gettin� you two dinner. He made a point to make that a Shirley Temple for you �cuz, as he said, �gotta make a special drink for my special girl�.� Dean explains and brings his burger to his lips and pauses to add, �I don�t know what ya did to that old buzzard�� and takes a big bite out of his burger.

Sam and Onyx share an odd look before Sam turns his eyes to his big brother. �What makes you say that?� He asks and proceeds to munch on a French fry.

Dean chews a few times, takes a drink from his soda and swallows. �Well he was in a piss poor mood until I mentioned this one.� Dean explains and motions with his thumb over to Onyx. �Like I said, don�t know what it is about you baby,� he says and gives Onyx his eyes, mischief dancing in his hazel green depths, �but I think you broke him.�

This initiates a small chorus of laughter from everyone sitting at the table followed by a moment of silence as they begin to eat.

�He told me once,� Onyx begins to say as she takes a drink from her soda, �that I remind him of his little girl.�

Sam�s brow furrows, �thought he said he only had a son?� He says and looks to Dean.

�Yea I remember that. Said his kid ran off to join the army and hasn�t heard from him since.� Dean says thoughtfully and looks to Onyx. �When�d he tell you this?�

She thinks about it for a moment, a half bitten French fry in her hand. �Three nights ago. Remember? After the Hunt on that local shape shifter I went out to grab some dinner?� Onyx says and decides to finish her fry.

�Yea, I remember.� Sam replies and lets out a chuckle, �you were the only one clean enough to be seen in public.�

�God it took me over an hour to get that shape shifter crap outta my hair.� Dean says with a grimace and receives a funny look from his little brother and Onyx.

�Dude�it always takes you an hour.� Sam chimes and holds back his smile as Onyx snorts.

Dean gives Onyx an opened mouth, �what the hell� look. �Hey don�t look at me like that�� Onyx says in her own defense and mutters, �you take longer then me in the shower and I�m a girl.�

Dean frowns. �Well excuse me for being hygienically friendly.� He retorts in a scolded voice and averts his gaze�looking more like a four year old than a grown man who Hunts demons.

Onyx rolls her eyes. �Whatever, Sparky,� she quips and watches him give her a weary look at the �Sparky� reference, �the only time its take me over an hour is when I have to shave my legs.� She says, giving him defiant eyes and adds, �what�s your excuse?�

�Alright you two.� Sam interrupts, noticing the way Dean�s clenching his jaws. Which is a dead give away that he�s about to get pissy, and frankly�Sammy isn�t in the mood for that tonight. Not when he knows when Onyx gets the chance, is going to continue their previous discussion before Dean came home.

Sam turns his eyes to Onyx, �so what did old Pete tell you that night?� He asks, veering the conversation back to the previous topic.

Onyx knows what he�s doing and decides to just go with it rather than verbally duke it out in catty banter with his older brother. �I came in and ordered the food and sat down to wait and he decided to finally tell me why he�s always so nice to me. Said that he�d had a daughter once, pretty little thing too. Smart as a whip and was damned proud of the fact that she could take care of herself.�

Onyx pauses to take another long drink of her Shirley Temple, �I asked him why he said �Had� and he told me that about a year ago, there was an accident. Or that�s what the uniforms said�he knew it was somethin� unnatural. You know, he said it was right around the time when you up and vanished Sam.� She explains thoughtfully and notices the wide eyed looks from both brothers. �Told me she started acting kinda funny around the same time your visions started to kick in too,� she says motioning to Sam and bites into another fry, �one day, after actin� stranger then usual� He came home and found the place a mess and said it smelt like it did back on board ship when he was in the Navy and they were out near �Nam and one of their boys brought a rotten egg on board and it broke� Cleared the whole place out. Told me after that� About two weeks later, the police had found her body all torn up like a wild animal had gotten a hold of her.�

Onyx finishes and takes a big bite out of her burger. �Weird huh?�

A tense silence follows and causes Onyx to eye the brothers carefully. She knows that old Pete had one of Yellow Eyes� �Psychic Children� and that she reminded him of that very daughter who had been killed by one of Ava�s little demons she could summon with her mind. Onyx hates knowing that Sam ended up there in that ghost town like some twisted reality TV show where the only survivor turns out to be the villain.

The boys are usually open about the �psychic children�� But for some reason, their silence tells Onyx they don�t want to talk about it. Perhaps because Onyx herself shares rare but thankfully natural abilities that the �psychic children� only inherited from good ole Yellow Eyes himself.

Seeing the torn expressions on their faces and their sudden unwillingness to talk about the past�Onyx decides to reiterate her original topic.

�Dean, I need your input�� She says, breaking the uncomfortable silence and catches his weary eyes. �I was talking to Sam earlier, before you got back, that if I ever, somehow, turn dark side� I want him to know it�s okay for him, as well as you and Bobby, to take me out if that�s your last and only option.�

Dean damn near chokes on his mouthful of food and manages to swallow it down in a hard gulp. He takes a quick drink of his soda and clears his throat. �Where the hell did that come from?� He blurts out and gives her an astonished look.

Onyx gives him a flat look. �I�m serious Dean. If I go crazy or something�� She tries to finish her thought when Dean interrupts.

�No.� He snaps and gives her the full force of his eyes. �First off, you�re too pure to go dark side. Second, if and I mean If, you ever do go Revenge of the Sith on us� We�ll take care of it and you�ll be fine.� He explains and wipes at his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. �End of discussion.�

Onyx slams her fist onto the table making everyone jump. �The hell it is!� She barks and grits her teeth, �look�� her voice lowers as she strains to keep her temper down. �I need to hear it� I need to hear you, both of you, say that you will knock me out if I�m not me anymore.�

�This is pretty morbid, even for you.� Dean chimes, trying for sarcasm and failing horribly at the look Sam gives him. He frowns and looks away, muttering, �I thought it was funny��

�Onyx, I don�t know how I�m going to get it through your head that I will Never hurt you.� Sam says in a firm voice and meets her eyes. �You go crazy, I�ll find a way to fix it. But don�t expect me to be the one who has to knock some sense into you.�

Dean looks at his little brother with curious eyes� And it hits him� Madison. Suddenly a lump forms in the back of his throat causing him to cough into his hand. He manages to get his breath back and brings his eyes to Onyx, �Sam�s gotta point.� he says, his voice rougher than usual�almost pained. �We�ll fix it, if it ever happens� Just drop it.�

Onyx blinks, sees that both boys are struggling with something and lets out a defeated sigh.

Dean furrows his brow. �What made you bring this up in the first place? And don�t say nothin� because we know you too well.� he exclaims in an even tone and notices an emotion slither across her eyes. �What is it, Onyx?�

She doesn�t want to bring it up�but she did start this conversation in the first place. �I had a dream�� Onyx says in a quiet voice and stares at her hands.

Sam�s brow scrunches together. He�s never liked it when she�s had bad dreams�because, in most cases�The worst part of those dreams manifest. Almost like a warning of what�s to come� Reminding him of the visions�

�When?� He asks in his sweet �I�m going to make everything better� voice and watches her shift in her seat.

�Last night.� She replies and refuses to look at them.

Dean and Sam exchange a worried look when Dean leans forward and asks, �how bad was it?�

She worries her bottom lip between her teeth and sighs. �Real bad�� She replies and brings her eyes up, obviously fighting to keep the thin film of tears from falling. �I saw myself�like I wasn�t in my body� I saw�� she stammers and looks at Sam, �I saw myself, but my hair was much darker and there were these terrible bruises on my face, like I�d been hit by a truck� And I��

Sam clenches his jaw shut as she turns away from him, unable to keep his gaze. �What happened?� He asks and watches her close her eyes. �It�s okay, you can tell us, Onyx. We won�t think any less of you.� He says, trying to be reassuring.

She gives a dark smile, shakes her head and finally opens her eyes. �I could feel her pain, so much pain�like my heart had been ripped out�and then I watched her, me�� she turns only her eyes to Sam, �shoot you. I watched myself, point a gun at your head and squeeze the trigger. And I felt hollow�empty.�

Dean grows a surprised look, �whoa, that�s uh�� he trails off, unable to truly grasp the image of her putting a bullet between Sammy�s eyes. �A little darker then I�m used to.�

�Dean�� Sam says in that low tone that tells his brother to can it.

Onyx gets up from the table, grabs her jacket from the back of her chair, throws it on and starts for the door.

�Wait, where are you going?� Sam asks, suddenly beside her much smaller frame.

She gives him her eyes, �I need a cigarette, is that okay?� Onyx retorts in a short, defensive tone and watches a small shimmer of hurt in Sam�s soulful eyes. She sighs, �I�m just going outside for a little bit. I�m not running away��

Dean is now standing next to his brother. �Can I join you?� He asks getting a surprised look from both Onyx and Sam. �What?�

Onyx shakes her head and opens the door. �Whatever you wanna do.� She says and slips outside, leaving the door open just enough for Dean to follow suit.

Dean puts his hand on Sam�s chest, stopping him from going forward. �I got it, Sammy.� He mutters in a low voice and gives him understanding eyes. �Trust me.�

Sam grits his teeth and gives a short nod as Dean gives a small smile, pats Sam on the chest and slips outside, closing the door behind him.

He watches as a small vortex of smoke rises into the cool night air as Onyx stands with her back facing him. He takes a slow, deep breath and lets it out silently, bracing himself. Dean hates it when she closes herself off� She�s so much like Sam in the sense of how easy it is for her to lower peoples� guards and make them feel safe. But when it comes to expressing her own emotions�to reaching out for help�she can be worse then Dean himself. She becomes quiet, watchful�closed off. Too stubborn and thickheaded to let anyone close enough to try and help. She�s told him before that she finds her own emotions as a weakness.

And the most ironic thing about all of this� Sam was the first to fall for her from the moment he set his eyes on her, Dean coming into a close second. Sam�s the one she cuddles close to on the couch, or curls up against at night. Sam�s the one she�ll wrap her arms around first, or kiss first� But when she�s like this� Dean�s the only one that can reach her�and truly understand her.

Screwed up doesn�t even begin to cover their relationship.

Quietly, Dean approaches her rigid form and sneaks up on her left, keeping his eyes forward, appearing to be looking off in the distance when he gently nudges her with his arm. �Can I bum one?� He asks in a husky timber and makes shifty eyes like they�re makin� some shady deal in the back of some dark alley.

Onyx fights back the small smile and hands him a fresh cig from her pack.

�Thanks.� He says and flips his Zippo open, lights the cig and pockets it back in his coat. �So�� He begins with an exhale of purple tinted smoke. �You gonna tell me what�s really goin� on in that pretty head of yours or do I have to kidnap you, throw you in the back of the Impala, drive to some remote place, strip you naked and have my way with you?�

Onyx grows a thoughtful look, considering her options. �How much gas you got in the tank?� She chimes with a mischievous glint in her eye and watches Dean lick his lips.

�You are naughty.� Dean states in a very low timber and bites his bottom lip, thinking about all the things he could be doing to her right now�when his train of thought runs off a cliff bringing him back to the present. He shakes his head and takes another drag of his cigarette. �Alright, I�ll tell you what� You tell me what�s really wrong and I promise, as soon as Sam passes out, I�ll have my way with you.�

She smirks, �when you put it like that� I guess I can make an exception.� She replies softly and chuckles when he gives her a wink. Onyx lets out a sigh and flicks the ash of her cigarette. �It wasn�t just a dream� I saw myself, bruised and broken�some dark haired chick lying bloody on the ground by my feet, Sam standing just a few feet in front of me� He looked so, hurt. Like I�d just ripped his heart out and smiled as I did it.� She explains and takes another quick drag from her cig. �It was like watching a movie, but being inside of it as it happens� The room was very dark, like the lights were blown�there�s a little sliver of light coming in from the broken window, moon light I think.�

Onyx ashes her cigarette again. �Sam�s eyes are bloodshot, a trickle of blood coming from his left nostril. And even just�seeing him standing there, I feel�nothing. Like I�m not me anymore. Like I�m dead inside�� She finally stops and drops her half burnt cigarette to the cracked pavement. With a choked sniffle she uses her boot to crush the burning embers and sucks in a breath.

Dean peers over his shoulder for a moment and notices the light go off in the window of their motel room. He thinks for a moment, looks to his feet and flicks his cigarette into the gravel parking lot. �Come on, let�s go for a ride.� He announces and motions for her to follow him to his Impala.

She follows him, gets in the passenger side and closes the door quietly. Slipping the lap belt on, she leans back in the seat and looks over at Dean as the engine turns over. �Where we headed?� She asks in a low tone and watches Dean put the Impala into drive.

He thinks about it for a moment, steals a quick glance her way with a secret smile on his face and brings his eyes back to the road as he pulls the old beast out of the motel parking lot and onto the dark two lane highway�

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