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The Eternal Fall	By : Meude Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A tall pale man walked through the centre of a dilapidated and lost city, one of the many levels of hell. Black liquid stained his skin from the neck down but there were no signs of pain from the expressionless face.
A young girl ran up to him, her long black hair drifted lazily on the chilled breeze as she stared up at him,
“You have found him yes?” her voice was surprisingly old for her appearance and her presence seemed to unnerve the much older man. He nodded,
“Yes” the girl took hold of his large hand and continued to walk with him,
“But you have not brought him back” she replied, a statement not a question, her hand tensing in his,
“No” the black blood trickled down his arm but evaporated before it had time to stain the little girls hand,
“Your efforts were halted by two boys and a small gun?.... you surprise me”
“He would not have survived had I brought him back half dead, I could not risk a hasty escape or killing those two... he had already made to much noise” the man was hesitant to give his excuses, waiting for an inevitable punishment,
“I understand. I see that you have laid claim on him. Does that mean you will change him for me? I need a new pet... and he is so very precious, it is rare that an angel is so viciously cast out. He was a guardian I ‘am told...” the young girls lips showed signs of a smile
“Yes... “The man replied, providing the smile, “Myself and my brothers are all too eager to possess him. But I will bring him to you, you will enjoy him” The man felt the young girls hand shift in his and grown slender, his eyes gazed into that of an older woman, her hair still sleek and black but cascading down pale elegant shoulders and defined curves. She moved to stand in front of him and with her pale lips sucked at the wound on his collar bone. The man breathed in sharply, revelling in the pleasured pain his hands wavered at the woman’s naked hips, daring to touch. Gradually she moved away from the taller man, her lips smudged with black and the wound had disappeared,
“My Incubi child... you must take better care of yourself” she smiled.

Dean blinked in confusion at the man’s remark, unsure if it had been a threat or an actual apology.
“What?” Dean lowered himself onto his haunches, making Milo feel all the more cornered.
“The Daemons... once they find me, they will also claim you and your brother. You’re not meant to be part of this” Milo sighed heavily, rubbing his head.
“Well, if they come near my brother they’ll regret it” Dean smirked confidently, however inwardly he was concerned about what he’d gotten himself and his brother into. To stubborn to let worry overtake his judgement he shook the thoughts away and threw the clothes at the man in the car, “Come on, you need to get dressed. Sam’s an impatient idiot” Dean smiled before standing up and giving the man some privacy.
Milo silently accepted the clothes and looked at them with gratitude. Even though both brothers had been around his naked form for a while now he still felt embarrassed about his lack of clothing. He slid the black shirt through his hand, sighing calmly at its softness. He lifted it over his head stiffly still unsure about his bodies fragility, he winced at a slight pain in his shoulders but let it pass. The shirt was a tad to big for him, the sleeves nearly hiding his hands. The jeans also gathered at his ankles, however they fit, although slightly hung low, around his waist.
Dean heard the noise of a zip and glanced at the man, he smiled and how his brother’s clothes fit him.
“Ready? He questioned, turning around fully. The young man nodded shuffling to the edge of the seat, “Can you stand?” Dean watched the man waiting for his legs to buckle. He eyes darted to the back seat and he twitched at the vicious blood stains on his beloved cars upholstery.
“I think I’m alright...” The man tested his footing and winced at his left ankle which clicked, “It’s not broken...” Milo reassured, he didn’t really want any help... any more help. He dared a smile before taking a step and stumbling. Dean cursed and managed to catch the man before he made contact with the dusty ground. Milo yelped as he was caught, feeling strong arms encircle his torso he looked up to see Dean staring at him strangely. It was a split second thing but Milo noticed it, Dean quickly changed to his usual self and pulled the man back up to standing,
“Dude you’re as stubborn as me” Dean grinned uneasily. He hadn’t liked the feeling he had received when their bodies had come into contact. It was a heat that rushed around his body and still throbbed now. Milo flinched away slightly as Dean offered to help him. To avoid unwanted questions as to why he didn’t want Dean near him he accepted the help.
With the emotions both men were feeling it seemed like it had taken an eternity to search and discover the fire exit to the building. Sam leant against the door, his left side shadowed by the yellow light coming from the right side.
“Thought you’d got lost” Sam pushed the door further back to allow both men into the warm hallway. Dean closed his eyes briefly and inhaled the welcome a familiar smell of furniture polish and old coffee that came with motels. For once it was what he craved, he felt like he’d been outside for too long. Milo surveyed his new surroundings, the corridor was long and glowed orange with the wall lamps spaced out along it. His eyes followed his ears to the noise of Sam opening the room he would share with the brothers.
Dean helped Milo into the darkness of the room which was soon washed away by Sam flicking the light. Milo carefully seated himself on one of the beds and took in the room. The three beds were separated by two side tables which held small globe lights that to his surprise when Sam gently tapped the top turned on when touched. The scent of the room was fresh, not like the first room he had awoken in on his first day as a mortal. He cringed. There was a door to the side of the room that he assumed was the bathroom. His attention turned to Dean who closed the curtains sharply before taking a quick look outside, obviously checking to see if anyone was lurking.
Sam stood in front of Milo and smiled warmly, “I suggest you take a shower, that blood reeks” Milo nodded, Dean glanced over from the window,
“Sure you can handle it?” Milo was unsure if the remark had been sarcastic or not, however the feeling of being reduced to an infant hit him like a brick wall. Decidedly he shook his head,
“I’m ok.” Milo replied bluntly, he stood up from the bed, Sam helped as he noticed the man become shaky. Milo mumbled his thanks and moved towards the bathroom. He paused to finger the door handle, he had a pretty good idea of what the brother’s conversation would consist of once the door was locked.
As Milo shut the door he leant his back against it, locking it as he let out a sigh. He was alone. He opened his eyes to sterile whiteness and black towels that hung on a rack. The room was small but it was easy to move about in. The shower unit itself was hidden behind blurred glass and it took a while for Milo to work out how to open it. However the challenge lay in the actual shower, Milo bit his lip and studied the various dials and buttons that were built into the shower. Cautiously he pressed a button that quickly started a jet of warm water funnelling from the shower head. Milo jumped back, startled but regained composure once he silently congratulated himself for working it out.
Carefully he peeled away the borrowed clothing, grimacing as the material picked away bits of dry blood that had clung to it. The little specks of dark red fell to the floor like dried paint and Milo avoided standing on them as he shook out the shirt over the sink. He did the same with the trousers however because of their loose fit and the material it hadn’t gathered as much dried blood.
Testing the water with his hand his muscles automatically relaxed in their desire to be under that steady jet of warmth. He slid into the shower, exhaling as the jet hit his back with a massaging force. He ran his fingers through his hair but winced when he came across many tangled and blood clotted strands. Twisting to look about himself he noticed a few bottles, curious he picked them up and uncapped the lids. He sniffed the first and found it to be quite pleasant. Carefully he let the thick liquid pool in his hand and poked it inquisitively, quite amused at its unusual consistency. Tentatively he applied it to his hair, feeling the liquid’s silky quality coat his hair and dribble down his neck. Gradually it began to ease the knots in his hair and soon Milo was able to run his fingers through his hair easily. He noticed the large amount of deep red water that pooled at his feet and almost embarrassed by it attempted to make it go down the drain faster by kicking at it. As the water diluted to a more pale pink he calmed and attempted to wash the now bubbly liquid out of his hair.
Dean turned to his brother as he heard Milo turn the shower on; he smiled attempting to hide his uneasiness,
“This place looks way to upmarket than our usual choice Sammy, how much did you have to shell out on this?” Sam was caught off guard by the random question; of all the things he’d expected his brother to ask that was the last. He had honestly expected Dean to start piecing together the night or simply just fall asleep.
“It doesn’t matter” Sam responded quickly, the room had actually cost quite a bit although it had been a desperate find. But the cost of the room was not what concerned him, “Dean you’re not with it, I can tell man” he frowned. Dean ran a hand through his short sandy hair and attempted to avoid contact. He moved from the wall as if uncomfortable, but ended up back in the same place after pacing.
“Sam...” Dean sighed wearily, feeling able to let loose some frustration on his brother now that the main problem was behind a locked door, “Its him! Milo!” he pointed to the bathroom, “He’s... done something... I don’t know! He’s messed with my head!” Dean sounded stressed,
“Milo?” Sam tilted his head he surmised that was the man’s name. Dean’s remark had made him genuinely intrigued, “What do you mean? I don’t feel any different” Dean scoffed, of course Sam wouldn’t feel any different,
“Sam you ain’t been round him like I have, you’ve not been alone with him. He... stares...” Dean knew the last bit was weak,
“Your just feeling intimidated” Sam replied, trying to reason with his brothers ramblings,
“No I ain’t intimidated!” Dean quickly retorted, male pride putting up his shields, “No... He’s... maybe it’s his aura, or just that he’s been in contact with Daemons. Whatever it his he’s making me think things that I ain’t ever want to think” Sam blinked,
“Like?” ‘Sam you nosy son of a bitch’ Dean thought and inwardly he scowled,
“Like... really hurting people y’know?” He lied, obviously. He didn’t want Sam thinking he was a homo. Hell he didn’t want to think he was either. Dean felt his body and mind torn; he knew he couldn’t tell Sam no matter how closely they had bonded since they had started hunting together. However in a part of his mind, the part that was rarely given chance to rationalise knew that the feelings he had right now were merely triggered by the strange man. He felt them subside when he was no longer in his presence. But the fact was that Sam hadn’t felt it, or at least he hadn’t made it obvious as he had, his body movements didn’t hide the stress very well.
Within his musings he noticed Sam move and he looked up. The man had come out of the bathroom no longer tainted with the harsh red of blood. His hair was still damp and scraped back from his pale face to show flawless features. His eyes were large and clear, but with a dusky darker rim under the lower lids. The eyes still remained a dark black that rivalled the jet black of his hair, those eyes made Dean shiver. A small droplet fell from a strand of hair and landed on his pale neck, gradually sliding along the smooth skin and disappearing beneath the black shirt. Dean felt his heart race and noticed he had been staring. He quickly averted his eyes and felt that the innocent event had had an unwanted effect on his body particularly his groin.
Sam on the other hand was completely oblivious to his brother’s state and moved over to where Milo stood.
“Er Dude?” Sam caught the man’s attention who up until now had been staring at Dean.
“Yes?” his eyes drifted to Sam,
“I would like you to tell us about yourself” Sam smiled, attempting to appear non-threatening in his desire for knowledge “We want to help, but I guess we can’t really do anything when we know nothing about you” He paused, “And why those Daemons are chasing you” He knew it was a tender topic and he noticed the shorter man shift his weight. There was silence for a moment.
“Ok” Milo looked to both brothers and then lowered his head feeling something much akin to feathers in his belly.
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