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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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Alright boys and girls... Here's the most twisted of the lot...so far. It's a heart wrencher. You'll possibly hate me for it...hell, I hate myself. It's one of my more emotionally screwed up installments. And as always, Enjoy!

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*�Memory Continues�*

Onyx takes a very deep breath and realizes she�s going to have to damn near spell it out for him. After exhaling slowly, she turns towards him and looks him in the eyes. Hoping that her voice remains as calm and rational as possible. �Hell Mouth, in Southern California, where these Vamps come from. We�re nowhere near California, so they�re RARE here. We have a Devil�s Gate, so we worry about that� Not the Hell Mouth in Sunnydale. Okay?� She explains and takes another deep breath, hoping that he doesn�t have a complete meltdown.

�Heh�whoa, wait.� Dean lets out a dark chuckle when his brow shoots up, �What was that? A� Hell Mouth?� His voice just drips sarcasm when he stops and grows a frown, the smile now a nasty grin hanging from his full lips. �Is that supposed to mean our Devil�s Gate is what, the Devil�s asshole?� Dean pauses and brings a hand to his forehead, �I can�t believe this�� he says with a dark laugh and shakes his head again, disbelief reflecting in his narrowed gaze.

Onyx can feel her stomach twisting into several very tight knots. She can feel it�he�s pissed� At her. �I know what it sounds like�� Her voice is slightly uneven, as if afraid of the outburst she knows is just waiting to happen. �It�s not a direct link to Hell� It�s a type of Hell.� She closes her eyes for a moment, brows furrowed and opens them, her gaze averted to the earth beneath her feet. �It�s�damn it, it�s hard to explain.�

�You know what, before I can even attempt to wrap my brain around that one,� he drops his hand and shakes his head, a not so pleasant smile stretching his lips. �Why don�t you start from the beginning.� Dean grumbles in an angry timber and watches her give him a strained look. When she doesn�t answer him fast enough he adds, �I can�t believe you�� he scoffs and narrows his hazel green eyes at her. �There�s a shitload more you haven�t told us, isn�t there?� Dean quips and crosses his arms.

Onyx brings her right hand to her face and places her index finger and thumb at the bridge of her nose, trying to release the pressure building behind her eyes. Oh definite headache on the way. �It doesn�t concern us�� She begins to explain when he cuts her off, with a �not soo happy� tone.

Dean can�t help but blow up. �Now hang on for a god damned second!� He barks and gets a wide eyed look in response. �You�re damned straight it concerns us! If I�m about to ride the short bus to hell, I should�ve known about this a helluva lot sooner!� Dean exclaims in an irritated tone of voice and narrows his eyes at her. �Is that where you were for over a year? Is that why you didn�t call us, or Bobby, to let us know where the hell you were?!�

The big vein in her forehead begins to pulse at the anger radiating from Dean as he glares at her, waiting for an explanation. She would love to tell him everything�but her past, isn�t easily spoken. �It�s complicated, Dean.� Onyx says, trying in vain to reason with him, but knows she�s about to get a full dose of the frustration he�s been holding in.

�No, it isn�t.� He growls in a low timber and stands in her personal space. �You took off� And we worried about you� Bobby, Ellen�all of us. We had no idea where you went or if you�d died. But when shit was goin� down here, when we really needed you�when I Needed You� You were where, in Sunnyvale?�

�Sunnydale.� Onyx corrects and watches his jaw twitch. �Different City.�

�Whatever!� He barks and makes her jump just the slightest. �You cut out and left us hangin�! When Sam died you had no idea because you were playin� with the dust-vamps, weren�t you?�

A resounding crack is heard as Onyx�s right hand leaves a red mark across Dean�s face where she just slapped him. �Enough!� She barks in a deep voice, stopping his train of thought. �I love you Dean, god help me I do� But I refuse to be your verbal punching bag because you�re having issues with dealing with your shit.� She says in an even tone and sees the unshed tears in his eyes. �I lied to you, I�m sorry. Okay? I�m SORRY! I had other responsibilities before you two came into my life. I�m sorry I never told you, or Sam�but I didn�t think it would help our situation. My Other family, my friends�are all out in Sunnydale and Los Angeles. They have their own Hell to deal with and I didn�t want their problems to add to ours. I never wanted to bring that part of my life here�� She trails off, tears building in her eyes but she fights it back and wipes at her face. �I shouldn�t have cut out and left, but I had a responsibility to them. I had made a promise to protect them no matter what. Family. And don�t tell me you don�t understand that kind of responsibility.�

Dean appears visibly hurt and doesn�t try to hide it from her. �You could have told us� You should have told us.� He lets the words fade into the air before adding in a cold voice, �but you chose to lie��

She scoffs and grows a dark smile. �Yea and would have believed me?� Onyx says as the heat rises in her face and flows away from her body in small billows of steam into the cold night air. �I couldn�t tell you!� She snarls, her voice as clear as a bell as she steps right in front of him, completely invading his personal space. �You know what? Yes, I�m an asshole, I kept things from you but you have not right taking your anger out on me! Admit it, Winchester� You�re just pissed off that the end of the road is startin� to come into view and I�m the only one you can take your anger out on!�

Before he can stop himself from doing it, he grabs Onyx by the collar of her jacket and pushes her up against the side of the Impala, causing the car to rock softly from the sudden impact. He doesn�t wait for a reaction as he pulls her harshly against him and forces a desperate kiss against her lips�only to find her arms wrapping around his midsection, urging him closer, while returning the desperation as she bites into his bottom lip.

Breathing heavy, almost panting, desperate as he pushes her roughly backwards, slamming her back against the heavy doors on the right side of the Impala. They both let out a soft grunt as Dean takes her in his arms and roughly, spins her around, pinning her against the car. He reaches up with his left hand and grabs a fistful of her hair and jerks her head back, exposing the smooth expanse of her neck. His right hand reaches around and with expert fingers, finds the handle to the rear door, pulls it open and maneuvers her just enough so that the door can open as far as it can go and pushes her back to the frame. Dean then brings his left hand to her stomach where he then quickly unfastens the belt, the top button of her jeans and finally the zipper.

Her snug jeans fight him for a moment but finally give as he pushes them down to her knees, allowing the chilly night air to dance across her now very naked flesh. A deep growl rumbles up from his chest and through his clenched teeth at the realization that she�s commando�again. That�s another thing he�s always loved about her�even though she�s told him she doesn�t wear panties, it�s always a very pleasant surprise when he gets to have her to himself.

Onyx lets out a gasp of surprise as he jerks her head back again, his mouth suddenly latched onto the right side of her neck, his teeth grazing the big pulse fluttering just beneath the flesh before he bites down� And all the while he�s unfastening his jeans and shimmies them down to his ankles where they lay wrapped around his boots.

�Oh god�� She moans in a hoarse voice as he bends his knees slightly and gently urges her thighs to open just enough as his right hand slides over the heat between her legs. Onyx braces herself, her hands gripping the top of the Impala as his index finger gently glides between her velvet folds, while pressing the thick pulsing warmth of his member against her lower back.

He presses his face against her neck and lets out a deep thundering growl as she stiffens up against him as his index finger finds the swollen bud and begins pressing feather like circles�teasing her, making her breath hitch. �God�� Dean rumbles against her neck as his finger moves a little further down and slips into a tight, slick white hot heat. �Damn baby�you�re so wet.� he growls and begins sliding his finger in and out in a very slow, agonizing pace. Enjoying the very faint whimpers that echo away from her mouth.

Onyx grips against the frame, her body shivering not only from the cold, but from the delicious sensations of his thick finger sliding carefully in and out of her heat. With the last of her rational thought, she braces most of her weight with her left hand against the frame of the Impala and reaches around with her right hand and finds exactly watch she�s blindly searching for when she hears Dean let out a strangled breath against her neck.

Feeling the hard heat pulsing against the palm of her hand, she wraps her fingers around his width and gives him a squeeze, initiating another deep groan in response. A small smile of triumph pulls at her lips as she not only begins stroking his length in a slow languid movement, but begins rolling her body against him, overwhelming him with the knowledge that he could be deep inside of her.

Dean can�t take another moment of the torture and swiftly, without cracking her head against the car, pushes her down into the backseat. She plants her hands flat against the leather seat as he pushes her further into the back of Impala. He pauses for a moment, bent over her, and rips his old jacket off and maneuvers it underneath her for something to grab onto.

Onyx tries to push herself up onto her hands and knees but is quickly pushed down, causing her ass to rise even higher up as her jeans lock around her knees, making mobility damn near impossible. She goes to speak when all the air is forced out of her lungs at the feeling of Dean pressing the hard tip of himself at her opening, sliding it up and down, making it slick from her moisture before inching into her very tight heat. A growl is trapped in the back of her throat as his strong hands grab onto her thick hips, his fingers biting into the ivory flesh�possibly leaving very interesting bruises in the process as he guides himself very slowly into her constricting depths.

Jaws clenched shut, a soft hiss emitting from her lips, eyes closed while beads of sweat begin to emerge from her forehead as Dean works just the hard tip in and out, knowing that she�s not ready yet� Controlling himself from just forcing himself into that wonderful blanket of enveloping heat.

He�s always loved the curves of her body and the pale ivory of her skin. And holy mother of god does he love how incredibly tight she is! But of course, this means that he has to take great care when ever he feels the need to ravage her. If she were any other woman, he wouldn�t be so conscious of her body and how he fit her. Dean�s always been very proud of his manhood. God must have been damned impressed too when he made him�another one of the reasons why women love him so much. God not only graced Dean with a few more inches than the average Joe, but girth as well. Thick and Long�just the way the ladies like it.

So as Dean restrains himself from just plunging every thick pulsing inch of himself into her incredibly tight body, he also makes a point to enjoy the delicious torture, knowing that it�ll just sweeten the outcome.

With as much breath as she can muster, Onyx turns her head so that the left side of her face is pressed against the cool leather of the seat and rumbles, �be careful��

He hears her voice, ragged and hoarse and releases his harsh grip from her hips long enough to gently run the palm of his hands up and down her lower back. �Don�t worry baby, I remember.� he replies in a husky growl as his hands slide back to her hips, back to where they first began and tenderly, begins guiding himself into that convulsing tightness. Every muscle in his body tenses at the feeling of living heat all around him, squeezing, pulsing� He has to pull out, take a deep breath and slowly, plunges back in, and finds it�s just a little smoother this time with her natural honey saturating his thick shaft.

A series of shivers runs the length of her spine at the feeling of being stretched, being filled with so much warmth� She can almost feel his heartbeat pulsing against her inner walls, seeking out the other as he slides deeper and deeper with every careful thrust of his hips, his strong hands gripping, bracing himself to stay in control. She savors the moment, the intensity of it, being connected to him. Sensing him in a way no one else has. The energy flowing from his body into hers, swirling, throbbing, reaching out through her nerve endings and lightly kissing every fiber of her being.

What began as primal lust has once again, turned into the act of love itself. So careful now, gentle as he gives another piece of himself to her. Wanting her to feel the way he feels, the ache an incredible hunger, ravenous yet patient, wanting to taste her in slow even strokes of his body gliding into hers.

And just like that he pulls out, breath ragged, sweat beginning to dance down his forehead from the restraint. He leans back enough to help remove her boots before removing her jeans altogether. He eases her trembling body onto her back and manages to close the door behind him, trying to keep the cold out.

Dean leans forward and lays a soft kiss against her lips while rearranging his jacket behind her head to give her neck some support. Once situated he brings her ankles to his shoulders, literally bending her in half when he positions himself at the precise angle and eases his body weight forward�sinking into that overwhelming heat. They both let out low growls as he finally fills her to the hilt and very carefully, maneuvers her legs to where they�re wrapped comfortably around his narrow hips before he starts moving again.

Dean wants to look into her eyes as he makes love to her. He wants to see that passion peering back at him, to see her innocence lost in a sea of pleasure. Right arm wrapped around her, his left hand cups her face as he locks his gaze with hers. Moving slowly, rolling his hips in that bittersweet rhythm, pressing against the swollen bud with every gentle thrust of his body against hers. He can feel her quiver from the inside, sensations blindingly beautiful. Dean knows this may be one of the last times he ever gets to feel this way, with her, so close�so connected�to something pure. The closest he�ll ever be to heaven.

She can see it in his eyes, unshed tears glistening against a sea of hazel, the green shimmering like emerald star light peering through a veil of secrets. Onyx can feel it, the emotion running through him with every gentle sway of his hips, the way he glides into her tense body, filling her so carefully�savoring the sensation of her.

Liquid emotion spills from the edges of her eyes, unable to hold it in, overwhelmed and swept away by the pain in his eyes, the tenderness of his touch and the sweetness of his heat filling her shivering form. She lets out a strangled gasp, the powerful flood of sensation taking over. Losing control, feeling weightless but grounded, knowing she�s not alone�but a part of something so precious�

Dean leans down and presses his lips against hers, tasting her kiss, breathing her in as she wraps her surprisingly strong arms under his, her hands pressed between his shoulder blades, fingers kneading the muscles, nails digging, desperate for purchase while unknowingly causing small half moons to well with red. He lets out a soft hiss against her mouth at the sting of her nails clawing into his heated flesh, but it�s a good pain�reminding him that he�s still very much alive and connected to her�united by the flesh of their bodies, throbbing, stretching�transcending an emptiness only two souls can fill.

He wants to keep going, pushing in, pulling out, rolling against her, feeling her heat all around him, safe in her arms. Dean looks into her eyes again, �I love you.� his voice is a broken sound as a tear pools at his lashes and freefalls onto her lips.

Onyx swallows the emotion lodged in her throat and replies, voice choked, �always.� and brings her head up enough to press her trembling lips against his, tasting his pain in that single tear staining her mouth.

She knows this is the last time she�ll feel this connected to Dean. A part of herself shuts down, knowing that when this night is over�a piece of who she is, the innocence she tries so desperately to shelter, to protect�will die.

* * * *An Hour Later* * * *

Breathing heavy, bodies slick with sweat, Dean looks into her eyes while gently running his right hand along her jaw line. �You okay?� His question dances away in a husky timber as he lies against her, still connected.

Onyx takes a deep breath as tendrils of ecstasy continue to swarm her nerve endings. �I think so�god Dean, I�m tingling all over.� She replies with a soft laugh and lets out a surprised moan at the feeling of him still nestled inside her, twitching in response. �Crap sorry.� Onyx mutters trying not to laugh.

Dean closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her body clamping all around him as she laughed and feels himself grow hard again. Licking his lips, a devilish smile appears on his face and reaches his eyes as he opens them and peers down at her. �It�s alright�� he leans down and presses a tender kiss against her lips and growls, �it feels good when you laugh�� he brings his face to the left side of her neck and brushes his full lips against the big pulse thundering beneath the flesh and adds, �keep it up and I might have to give you another set of orgasms.�

She let�s out a strangled whimper as his teeth press against her skin, threatening to break the flesh as her eyes close. �I can feel you getting hard again.� Onyx says and has to take a deep needed breath when he starts moving his hips in that dangerous rhythm, causing her already overly sensitive nerve endings to ignite with a terrible burning pleasure. She gasps softly and murmurs, �you�re terrible.�

Dean grins, seeing the smile on her face as he begins moving above her, deeper this time, keeping their bodies as close as possible. �True, but you love it.� He retorts in a husky growl and raises himself up with his upper body so he can watch her face.

She finally opens her eyes, struggling to keep the moans from dancing away from her lips as he rolls himself against her, filling her with every long, thick inch of himself. Her hands reach up and lay palm flat against the firm expanse of his chest. The feeling of his toned muscles working, moving beneath the tanned skin.

She wraps her legs securely around his waist, fighting with her body as the muscles strain and tremble due to the ongoing workout she�s giving them.

Dean smiles down at her. �Wanna know one of the things that I love about you?� He growls deep in his chest and feels a tingle run the length of his spine at the way she bites into her bottom lip at the feeling of his voice running through her.

�What�s that?� Onyx manages to ask as more choked whimpers lodge themselves in the back of her throat at the feeling of his body sinking into her depths. Stretching her so sweetly�god he�s going to wear her out!

Without warning, Dean pulls out and drives himself roughly into her, causing her to arch her back and literally rise off the backseat. Eyes clenched shut, she lets out a whimper as he grinds his hips, buried deep inside of her, pulls out and drives back in, harder, receiving a moan in response this time. He repeats this three more times before slowing down, leaning forward so that his lips hover just above hers and growls, �you�re the only woman that can handle me.�

Her eyes open, meeting the hazel green of his gaze when he starts pumping in and out of her, deep, thunderous thrusts of his pulsing heat into her tight body.

He places his hands on either side of her face, keeping her gaze locked with his and knows she�s close by the way her body begins to shudder all around him. �I want you to keep your eyes open baby.� Dean rumbles as her body matches his every thrust, causing the Impala to actually rock on its frame.

�Oh God Dean�� She exclaims in a strained voice, her hands finding purchase on his hips, urging him closer, deeper. �I�m�� her voice fades from her lips when a white hot explosion fills her womb and sends wave upon wave of living electricity to swim through every fiber of her being, licking her very soul in climax.

He watches as her pupils dilate before she clenches her eyes shut, her body going rigid, head tilted back, her inner walls trembling and quaking all around him. Dean scoops her into his arms, holds her in a tight embrace and begins slamming himself into her body. Small cries of passion escape her parted lips as orgasm after orgasm overwhelm her senses and nearly steal her breath.

Dean can feel himself on the verge of cuming� And no, it�s not just any climax� It�s the full on, �I�m about to die in the arms of an angel� soul shattering orgasm he�s had maybe twice�and they�ve only been with her.

�Onyx�� Is all that rumbles from his mouth when a tsunami of sensation crashes over him, and for a moment�he doesn�t feel anything but her, his body and the sound of a single heartbeat thundering wildly somewhere in the distance. His mind goes blank, his entire form tenses and feels himself explode inside of her, causing her to arch against him, sharing the bittersweet emotion of two bodies uniting.

The moment passes and they�re left clinging to each other, gasping, trembling with their bodies still locked together, small waves of sensation fading into the foggy air.

Dean buries his face into the nape of her neck and fights to breathe as choked sobs echo from his trembling lips. Onyx can feel the tremors beginning in his body and holds him close when she feels his tears dripping onto her skin followed by the sound of him struggling to cry quietly.

�It�s alright Dean, I�m here�� She says softly and feels him pull himself closer to her and whispers, �I�m always here.�

He can�t stop the pain flowing from his chest as tears continue to swell and spill from his clenched eyes. He grips onto her, almost painfully, needing to feel safe as his emotions finally take over. The pain of his father suddenly fresh in his mind, seeing Sam gasp his last breath, watching over his still, cold form� Making the deal that would set his fate�and knowing, that within a week�he�ll have to watch the pain not only in his baby brother�s eyes, but in her eyes�watching as he dies�and is sent to Hell.

�I�m sorry.� Dean croaks against her neck as though struggling to stop from sobbing and fights to stop his body from shaking above her.

She tries as best as she can to wrap her arms protectively around his broad shoulders when he maneuvers himself to where he�s tucked his arms beneath hers, as if trying to bury himself in her warmth. Her left hand gently brushes the back of his neck while her right hand brushes through his short hair.

�Don�t be�� Onyx whispers and holds him as he cries� For the loss of his family� His innocence� And for the life he never wanted to give up� But it�s all because of love. Family.

The very one he�s about to lose�

* * * *Memory Fades Away* * * *

*End Part Six-Chapter One*
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Bad Whiskey (Part of the Whiskey Series)