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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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So here's the next installment... Just so you know, it gets VERY twisted [I did warn you lol] but I think you'll like it. This part of chapter one isn't very long...but I promise, the next installment will really blow your mind. And on that note, (again thank you for following along!) sit back, relax...and Enjoy!
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*�Memory Continues�*

Twenty minutes pass and Onyx lies asleep in the passenger seat while Dean turns off onto an unmarked road that cuts through a thick line of trees. He drives the Impala carefully over the dirt road for another hundred feet when he sees a small clearing up ahead. Sure it�s in the middle of virtually nowhere, with nothing but the forest itself for miles� But it�s perfect.

Dean knows the deal when it comes to their strange little situation. You see, not too long ago, Dean and his little brother Sammy came up with an arrangement when it came to Onyx� Both were in love with her, and�due to the fact that Dean�s ticket was about to come up� They all decided to�well�share. It sounds completely crazy and just�wrong, but somehow they�ve managed to make it work without everyone getting thoroughly grossed out. When Sam�s around, it�s him and Onyx. Period.

When Sam�s not around however�and it�s just Onyx and Dean� Well you get the idea. They know full well what�s going on when one Winchester is with Onyx and not the other� But they don�t talk about it. A very screwed up situation, oh yes� Yet somehow, it works. And as long as everyone seems to be okay with it�

Why fix it if it ain�t broke?

Dean parks the old beast at the edge of the clearing and shuts off the engine. He leans back in the seat for a moment and just gazes at her sleeping form. He can�t help but feel his chest ache when he watches her sleep� Just somethin� so innocent about her when she�s curled up like that.

He reaches out with his right hand and tentatively touches the left side of her face with his fingertips. �Time to wake up, Wildcat.� Dean says softly and watches her eyes flutter open. �Hey gorgeous.�

She focuses on the lines of his face and gives a small smile. �We there yet?� She asks and slowly sits up straight and rubs the sleep out of her eyes.

He lets his hand trail down her arm before pulling it into his lap. �Yup. Come on.� He replies, unbuckles himself, opens his door and steps out, closing it behind him.

Onyx follows his lead by unbuckling herself, goes to open the door when he�s already there, doing it for her. �Why thank you.� She says with an appreciative smile and steps out and to the side so Dean can close the door. She goes to speak when he steps in front of her and maneuvers her to the his left, towards the side of the trunk and gently pushes her backwards with his hands to her waist until her back hits the Impala.

She raises a curious brow at the heavy look in his eyes. �Dean� Whatcha doin�?� Onyx asks in a soft voice and watches him run his tongue lazily across his full lips.

�Making good on my promise.� He rumbles in a deep, husky growl and presses his hips against her smaller frame, making her blink at him.

She cants her head to the side and places her small hands on his chest. �Aw, is that right?� She chimes and worries her bottom lip.

The feel of his body, strong and firm, pressed possessively against hers� Sends delicious shivers down her spine. And Dean knows it. Out of all the women he�s ever been with� She has, by far, been the only one that could meet his sexual prowess. Hell, there�ve been times when she�s flat out knocked him on his ass. Out done him. Made him feel like an awkward teenager.

And hot damn is he lucky.

He leans forward, his mouth hovering dangerously close to hers, but he doesn�t go any further. Instead, he lightly brushes his lips along hers as his left hand hooks into the hem of her jeans and tugs her closer, while his right hand gently, teasingly, slides under the bottom of her shirt. His usually rough hands suddenly feather soft as he trails the back of his fingers up and down, slowly, his knuckles gliding over the exposed flesh of her stomach, just above her belly button.

While close enough to devour her, Dean rumbles in a husky whisper, �god I love how soft you are�� and gently presses his mouth against her trembling lips, savoring the taste of her, the emotion flowing through the pressure of their mouths locked together in a tender kiss.

No one has ever given to him so freely� With just a kiss, he can feel her filling his every pore�

Returning the favor in gentle half kisses, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth, biting down into the fullness just slightly and receiving a deep throated growl in response� She smiles and brings her hands to his chest and slides them beneath the material of his jacket, under the unbuttoned over shirt, to lie them flat against his shirt� Where she can feel the muscles, toned and firm, twitch beneath the thin material.

Dean moves away from her lips and trails hungry kisses from her jaw line to the nape of her neck, near the right side of her collar bone. He�s gentle with her, in a way he�s never been with anyone else� He knows he can share this side of himself with her because she won�t judge him� She never has. She�s been a real pain in the ass at times, but that�s one of the reasons why he fell in love with her to begin with.

Onyx lets out a soft rumble of a growl as Dean uses his left hand to bring her right leg up and wraps it around his waist, pressing himself against the apex of her thighs, receiving another soft moan in response.

�Wait�� She says in a whisper of a voice, her arms wrapped around him as he pulls back enough to look into her heated gaze. �What if we get caught?� Onyx asks and sees a devious smile etch into his full lips.

�We won�t�he�s passed out by now.� Dean replies in a husky timber and brings his lips to her neck to once again make her writhe in response. He adds, �besides�he knows the drill��

Onyx sighs and gently pushes against him to meet his gaze, �That�s not what I meant. I know he knows. How long have we been in this weird relationship now?� She says and watches him open his mouth to reply when she shakes her head, silencing him. �I meant police. Last thing we need is to be caught bumpin� uglies on the hood of your Impala.�

This gets a laugh outta Dean. �That�s what you�re worried about?� he chuckles and decides to grab her other leg and push her up onto the trunk while wrapping her legs securely around his hips. �Oh honey, there ain�t no one here but us��

She wants him, so badly� But there�s something whispering in the back of her head causing her to second guess herself. As if a part of her instincts are warning her that they�re not alone�

His voice gets her attention. �Baby, what is it?� Dean asks in a rumbling voice and gently trails the knuckles of his right hand along her left cheek. �You still with me?�

�Yea�I�m here.� She answers in a soft voice and can�t shake the feeling of being watched. �Dean�� Onyx says softly and brings her lips to his left ear and whispers, �there�s something watching us.�

His shoulders tense just slightly at her words, knowing that when she senses something, he should be worried. �Where is it?� He whispers back while rubbing his hands up and down her back.

She closes her eyes for a moment and feels the energy sweep over her, sending a chill through her blood. She lets out a shaky breath and replies, �about a hundred feet behind you, standing behind three large trees.�

Dean pulls her into a bear hug and rumbles against her shoulder, �friendly?� He asks and then leaves a kiss there, acting as though they�re merely being affectionate and are in no way attuned to the thing watching them.

Onyx doesn�t move when she whispers, �that would be a negative.�

�Well�� he begins and trails kisses along her neck, �I could just get rid of it so we can finish what we�ve started.� Dean says and brings his hazel green eyes to hers. �You know how much I hate it when we�re interrupted.�

She grows a small smile and kisses him between his brow. �I know�� she whispers against the warmth of his skin and places her forehead against his. �But this thing would tear you a part before you even got the trunk open.� Onyx murmurs sweetly and feels a shiver run through him. �If we move slowly, but casually�it won�t charge us.�

�How�?� Is all that rumbles out of him when she rubs the back of his neck with her hands.

�Dean, it�s a big nasty�and I don�t know why it�s here, but it is.� She explains softly but fails to mention that she knows exactly why it�s there�watching them� It�s watching her. It�s there for her and will kill anything that gets in its way. Making Dean the perfect target.

He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and pulls away, revealing the anger burning in his eyes. �Bullshit.� he snaps and watches her brow furrow in confusion. �I didn�t bring you all the way out here, to finally spend some alone time with you, to have some demonic sonuvabitch ruin it for us!�

She swallows the lump of anxiety and knows he�s about to have a �Winchester� moment. Which of course, is never a good thing. �Dean�� Onyx says his name as a warning to keep his voice down and keep that damned temper of his under control. �Let�s just get out of here, okay?�

Dean jerks away from her and growls, �no! god damn it!� His voice is at that level where it�s close to yelling but he�s still fighting to keep it under control. Well� Until he spins around, raises his arms and shouts into the cold darkness, �Come on you Crusty Sonuvabitch! Let�s have a dance!�

Onyx smacks him hard on the back of his shoulder and snaps, �Dean!�

He ignores the warning and takes a few steps away from Onyx and his Impala, his arms still outstretched. �Aw come on! You gonna go shy on us?� He suddenly pulls his sawed off twelve gauge from beneath his jacket and pumps a fresh set of rounds into the double barrel. He grins, �let�s play.�

Onyx is suddenly on her feet and standing to his right, her eyes darting from his shotgun to the darkness in front of them. �No Dean! You don�t understand!� Her voice is low but firm as she takes a hold his arm and tries to pull him back. Onyx can feel his muscles tense as he remains rigid.

Stubborn Winchester.

�No babe, I got this.� Dean says and keeps his eyes forward�just waiting.

�You�re not gonna take this thing out with Rock Salt.� Onyx explains in a calm voice, trying to stop herself from screaming at him. �Please, I�m begging you Damn it! Let�s go!� She tries again to pull him back but is once again, at a loss as he stands planted exactly where he is. She lets out a growl of frustration and starts walking away from him�straight towards the darkness where the creature is waiting.

He blinks, �hey�wait! The hell are you going?!� Dean exclaims and chases after her and snatches her by the arm, stopping her.

�Gods I am so over this!� She growls and jerks out of his grasp, glaring daggers at him when their eyes meet.

�Are you insane?� Dean retorts and feels something approaching from his right, which is her left. He grabs her and pushes her down, �Down Now!� He shouts and brings his shotgun up just as the creature is in mid flying leap and unloads the double barrel into it�causing it to squeal and drop to the earth in a hard thud.

Onyx gets away from Dean and removes a very large machete from her person and charges towards the fallen creature as Dean reloads.

It�s human form struggles to get up when she pulls her arms back, holding the machete in a two handed grip and brings her upper body down in a huge sweeping arc� The blade gleaming like living death as she slices its razor edge into the creature�s neck� Tearing its head from its body in a single blow.

Dean unloads another round into the convulsing body for good measure as Onyx drop kicks the head into the opposite direction. They both watch as if fascinated as the head flies through the air and seems to dissolve before coming back to the earth in flakes of ash. Just as the head dissipates into nothing, the body follows�dissolving into nothing more than dust.

�What the hell was that?� He exclaims in a confused sigh and watches Onyx place the machete back into its sheath that sits on her right leg.

�Vampire.� She replies in a calm tone of voice and meets his gaze. �And yea�not a normal suck head either.�

The confused look on Dean�s face is priceless. �Did you see it�s face?� He asks, still trying to register what she just said. �Blood suckers don�t look like that.�

�Not the ones you�ve seen, no.� She replies and starts walking back to the Impala.

Dean walks over to Onyx as she leans back against the side of the trunk, �Well?� he says, waiting for an explanation as he sets the twelve gauge to the left of her on the trunk�s surface.

Onyx lets out a sigh. �It�s the �Sunnydale� variety.� She replies and notices his confusion isn�t getting any better. �Or what I like to call the Southern California Vamp.�

�Right� English please?� Dean quips and crosses his arms tightly across his chest.

�It�s hard to explain.� She tries to say when he cuts her off.

�Humor me.� Dean says giving her his eyes.

Onyx gives him a look and shakes her head with a sigh. �Alright� There are Vampires, the one we just dusted, for example, that literally do turn to dust if you either stake them through the heart, or, cut their heads off. Usually they go poof right away�but that one seemed to be delayed.�

Dean sees the thoughtful expression on her face as if she�s drowning in her thoughts so he interrupts. �More input please.� He says while waving his hand in front of her face, getting a glare in response. �Hey, don�t give me that look! I was just makin� sure you weren�t going to have some flashback.�

Onyx rolls her eyes at him. �Winchester�� She growls softly and chuckles before continuing. �Anyway�they burn up in sunlight, and I mean literally. They can�t handle crosses, holy water and they can�t come into someone�s home unless they�re invited."

Dean interrupts, again. �Wait� You�re telling� me that these are like, what�Movie Vamps? And there�s More of these things?� he says and lets out a laugh. �Oh that�s rich!�

�You finished?� Onyx says in a sharp tone and watches him sober up. �It�s not a joke, Dean.�

He grows serious. �You�re not kidding�� Dean adds in a softer voice and watches only her brow rise ever so slightly. �Well, fine. I get it. You�re tellin� the truth� Just�� He trails off and brings his hands to his sides, the first signs of anger dancing in his eyes. �Why didn�t you ever tell me, or Sam, or hell even Bobby for that matter, about these things?�

�Because I didn�t think they inhabited this area with the other Vamps you�ve come into contact with.� She replies as if it explains everything�which of course, by the look on his face, she knows it doesn�t. �They�re rare in these parts because the Hell Mouth is In Sunnydale� Must be a west coast thing.� Onyx rambles and realizes, once again�that not only has she thoroughly confused Dean�she just blabbed about a very different part of her life.

Onyx suddenly feels cornered�and incredibly stupid for opening her mouth. Why hasn�t she told the boys sooner? Simple� They have their very own shit to deal with. She feels, or felt rather, that as long as she was able to keep that rather nasty part of her life out of theirs, they�d be sane enough to deal with the load of crap they were currently knee deep in. Seriously� How would you react if you were already dealing with your own kind of nasties�

Vengeful ghosts that can be rid of by merely salting and burning their bones.

Exorcising demons from human hosts by first trapping them in a nifty thing called a �Devil�s Trap� and than reciting some good ole fashioned Latin.

Your version of Vampires are damn near impossible to kill; aka sunlight doesn�t do much but give�em a nasty sunburn. Crosses and holy water do squat, and forget the �stake through the heart� method. It just pisses�em off even more. The only sure way to bag a Vamp is to cleave their head from their body. Oh and if one drop of their blood comes anywhere near you, say you ingest it by pure fucking accident�you�re permanently screwed. You keep your soul, which could be considered a bonus� And your face doesn�t change�except for the incredible strength you gain and the nifty second set of shark like teeth that hide just above and below your front teeth hidden in the gum line.

Being bitten by a Lycanthrope doesn�t make you furry. You do however, black out completely at night during the full moon. You lose complete control over the beast. Eyes become a different color, teeth are more like a predators and nails change to talons. Oh yea, and let�s not forget the overwhelming urge to rip someone�s heart out. And the only way to kill one, no cure either, is to put a silver bullet into a variety vital organs.

Now, having a variety of these rather nasty creatures to deal with, among so many others, imagine the amount of emotional trauma you�d suffer when you then find out that there�s a whole new level of �what the fuck?� out there? Especially the part, that she really can�t begin to explain, is knowing she�s one of �the chosen ones�. How the fuck is she supposed to explain that to two young men that only know of �Hunters� as being normal human beings, when �a chosen one� is a Slayer genetically waiting in line� And that a �Slayer� is chosen by birth to one day inherit preternatural abilities? Oh yea�one of her close friends, who happens to be an extremely powerful witch, gave all potential �Slayers� their powers without having to have The One and Only Slayer, (well besides Faith), die first. So now, instead of their being only Two Females (due to the original Slayer being brought back from drowning) with the �Gift�, there�s hundreds all around the world. Onyx also being among them.

How is she supposed to explain to the boys that she�s actually naturally stronger than both of them combined? And not only has she been really holding back all this time, but that�s also why she heals so incredibly fast.

Dean would find that not only sexist for one, you know the whole �Slayer� thing being only women, but two�totally fucking dingo-ate-my-baby crazy!

Try having to explain that where she grew up, rather gypsy like� Her younger years in spent all over Southern California, that she�d found not only friends that became family in a town called Sunnydale� But a very large variety of Demons that couldn�t just be simply exorcised. That they had their own forms, and different ways of killing them and that some species of demon were actually beneficial to nature. That Vampires were a type of demon that inhabits a human�s form once they�ve been bitten and brought over to the other side, leaving their body soulless. That once they�re Vampires, they can change their features at will, looking more like a beast than human.

There�s just so much she can�t explain to Dean� Even if she wants to, and she does�it�s just too much right now. She knows keeping this from him and Sammy was incredibly stupid. But shit happens, and they�ve been going through a lot of preternatural hell recently and she feels that it was for the best.

Until she went into Slayer mode and opened her big mouth.

So of course�she�s gotta try to explain a little�even if it brings a whole new meaning to �How to Seriously Confuse a Winchester�.

Shit.

This is not going to be easy�

*End Part Five-Chapter One*
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