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Whiskey Under The Mistletoe	By : OnyxWildcat Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 1664 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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-Whiskey Under the Mistletoe-

Prologue

Whiskey, thick and burning as it slithers down the back of your throat and pools a bittersweet sensation of intoxicating warmth within your stomach. A poison so beautifully wrong, it can only be right when the world seems like it�s threatening to swallow you whole. That strong sting of alcohol has always sought me out to comfort me. Which interestingly enough, was the very thing I needed the night I met the Winchesters.

In a dim and smoky bar I had unknowingly found two lifelong friends. Who�da thought? It was all an accident really� I blame Ellen.

I met the boys almost a year ago in a bar where I had been reading Stephen King�s Pet Sematary. Sammy was the one to make the first move, which was a surprise to me. I�d figured I would�ve been the one that had to make the first approach. There�s irony for ya. I wasn�t quite sure what to make of them at first. Seeing as I�ve always been the loner type. Probably not the safest route for a young female Hunter. But it�s all I�ve ever known, so why spoil a good thing? My thoughts exactly.

Anyway, after a few hours of nursing whiskey and sharing similar thoughts on a great many topics, I found myself trapped inside a small bubble of comfort. I, being within the center while Sam and Dean had wrapped me in a veil of their auras. As though unconsciously surrounding me in their natural protective energy. The only word to describe it, was family.

Needless to say, after that interesting night, I�d stayed in contact because lets face it, it�s Sam and Dean�the best friends a girl could ever have.

There were a few times we met up and had dinner at some mom and pop�s diner in the middle of nowhere, just to shoot the shit and have a few laughs. And every time I had the chance to spend some quality time with the boys, I found it harder to convince myself that I wasn�t growing�a little soft for�em. I�d tried, the gods know I did. I�d tried to convince myself that I didn�t feel comfort when I was around them. That I didn�t love the warmth and sense of home I had every time I sat between the two and watched an old horror movie in some run down motel.

And now, almost a year later�after the fire at the roadhouse, the death of that bastard yellow eyes and the gate to hell being opened� I get a phone call from Sam. I�m given the short and ugly version about Sam�s death and the deal that was made, by Dean, to bring him back. Needless to say I was Not a happy camper. I think I spent the next fifteen minutes cursing every thing and every one before my temper finally boiled down to a dim simmer. Sam was apologetic of course, trying his best to explain to me that the most important thing at that moment was for me to come out and spend a weekend with them. But I was still pissed off and I just wasn�t sure about spending Christmas in a rinky-dink motel room knowing full well that it was possibly one of the last times I was ever going to spend with the boys together. One weekend, just the three of us, enjoying the season. So why the hell would I be complaining? What rational, intelligent female would have any reason to complain?

Well, to be perfectly honest, I�m not much of a Christmas person. Reason? My birthday lands on Christmas Eve and it�s never been a good holiday for me. Sam and Dean know that. The joke was always about the three of us celebrating my 24th birthday not on the 24th of December, but on Halloween. One, Halloween is my favorite holiday and Two�there would always be something to Hunt on that day. And what�s better than spending Halloween celebrating my birthday with my two best friends while taking down a demon or two?

So now, here I am, driving up to the motel their staying at while families are all nestled around their overly large Christmas trees. Which of course, are probably covered in elaborate, over the top, highly expensive Christmas decorations with a huge pile of presents waiting for the kids to tear into when the morning comes.

Personally, I�d rather be sitting out on the patio of my small apartment, wrapped in a warm blanket, drinking coffee, smoking a cigarette and reading a good book while the night surrounds me with its chilly darkness.

The things I do for love�

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Chapter One

"Who is it?" I heard Dean�s raspy voice behind the door and pulled my jacket closer to my body from the cold breeze dancing around me.

"It�s me." I said and could hear more movement behind the door.

"Me who?"

"Damn it Dean Winchester! Who the hell do you think it is?" I snapped and the door unlocked, then opened flooding me in a shower of soft golden light. "About damned time!" I exclaimed and stood there, staring into two beautiful faces. Their eyes gazing down at my five foot four frame with an expression of mixed emotions I just couldn�t read. I shifted uncomfortably under their heavy stare and opened my mouth to speak when Sam and Dean charged forward and literally tackled hugged me. And I don�t mean a bear-hug. I�m talkin� full-on-contact-sport kind of hug that if it wasn�t for their arms nearly squeezing the air out of me, I would�ve fallen square on my ass.

"Guys�guys!" I wheezed out as Dean�s face nuzzled into the left side of my neck, his chest pressed painfully against mine while Sam had his arms wrapped tightly around both Dean and myself from behind me, his face buried into the nape of my neck on my right.

"God I missed you." Dean said in a muffled growl, his breath hot against the flesh of my neck. "You have no idea how much�"

I was about to answer him when Sam stopped me by brushing his lips against the other side of my neck. I froze, but it didn�t show because of the hold they had on me. At that moment, I was so overwhelmed by their strength that when Sam�s voice vibrated against my skin, I had no other choice but to listen. "It�s been too long Onyx�" His voice trailed off and I shivered at the intensity of it. Thinking it was the cold, they pulled me in closer, not helping me any. "Far too long."

Finally, I found my voice�even if it was a strangled squeak. "I missed my boys too, but uhm�guys? I�m having a little trouble breathing�"

"Oh." Dean said and reluctantly, pulled back enough to look into my eyes. What I saw there wasn�t just joy at being close again�there was something else. A longing much deeper then friendship.

"Sorry Onyx." Sam chimed softly while he too let me go and stood next to his brother. Again was that longing emotion drifting through hazel green eyes. The lines of their faces spoke clearly to me that there was a lot more to just missing me then they were letting on.

I looked up into their eyes and gave a small smile. "It�s okay, just�a little warning next time." I said and watched their faces light up with the biggest, boyish grins I�d ever seen. It was so adorable it made me smile and shake my head at them. "Yea�I�ve missed this too�" I chuckled. "You friggin� dorks."

They stood there for a moment just�staring at me. Like I was the last female on Earth. A little awkward? Yea�just a little. "We gonna stand out here all night and freeze? Or you two gonna invite me so I can give you your presents?"

They shuffled around and motioned for me to go in first when Dean stepped in front of me. "Wait!" He said and brought his hands up to halt my progress. "You can�t go in yet."

I frowned. "Why the hell not?" I watched Dean look over my shoulder to Sam and noticed a smile play over his lips when everything went dark. "Hey!" I started to protest while Sam covered my eyes with his hands.

"Easy killer." Dean said in that sarcastic voice and I let out a soft growl.

"It�s a surprise." Sam added, his breath hot as it tickled against my hair making my body go just a little more tense from all the damned physical contact they�d already given me.

"Come on guys! I just drove all over hell and back and I�m really not in the mood�"

I was cut off when another hand, obviously Dean�s, was placed over my mouth and I was ushered inside. Unable to really do more then go along, I walked a few feet forward until Dean�s free hand pressed gently against the center of my stomach to stop me. I let out an exaggerated sigh and let my hands fall loosely to my sides in defeat. Can�t fight it, might as well play along. Right?

"Keep your eyes closed, okay?" Sam said and waited for Dean to take his hand away from my mouth so I could respond.

"I will."

I could hear the sarcastic tone in Dean�s voice. "That didn�t sound very convincing�"

I felt the temperature rise and I knew it wasn�t from Sam�s body behind me. I counted to ten, took a quick breath and hoped to hell my voice came out controlled. "I swear on my own soul I will keep my eyes closed." And I wanted to add, �and then I�m going to royally kick your ass.� But I didn�t. Point for me.

The pulsing heat of Sam�s skin faded as he took his hands away from my face and for a moment� I wished he hadn�t.

The cool air rushed over my face and I could still feel the skin around my eyes tingle from the memory of his hands being there�and somewhere deep inside I heard a tiny voice plead for that warmth to return�and it bothered me. Big time.

Let me make something very clear, I�m not an actions first, think later kind of person. Sure I�m passionate. For guns, blades, cars and Hunting, not necessarily in that order but you get the idea. Losing myself to the desire-type passion when it�s presented to me? Not so much. Prude? No, practical? You bet your ass I am.

"Open your eyes." Sam whispered softly into my right ear and instantly my eyes fluttered open. And what I saw�left me speechless.

A makeshift Christmas tree made of odds and ends that just made me smile. "Who made it?" I asked and walked over to it to admire the work from up close.

"Sammy made it even after he�d told me he didn�t want to celebrate this year."

I turned away from the creative object and brought my eyes to Sam who seemed to be finding his feet or maybe it was the carpet, fascinating. "Is that right?" The words rolled slowly off my lips with a hint of accusation as I took a step toward Sam and watched him shift ever so slightly on his feet. Busted.

Figuring I should be gentle with him I tried a softer approach and left the sarcasm out of my voice. "Is it Sam?" I asked and watched as he finally brought his gaze to mine. "Did you really not want to celebrate this year?"

He seemed to think about the question for a moment and looked over to Dean for some kind of brotherly support.

"Hey man, don�t look at me. She asked you."

I held my arms across my chest and waited for him to answer me. "Well?"

Brows furrowed, he sighed. "It�s true, I didn�t want to celebrate Christmas."

Dean scoffed, "but give her your reason."

"What reason?" I asked to no one in particular and looked from Dean to Sam. "Oh wait�" It suddenly occurred to me that I wasn�t the only one that found this Christmas thing depressing. "You know what? Never mind." I said and dropped my hands to my sides. The boys looked at me as though I�d grown another head. For me to drop something that quickly without so much as a fight, was not something I was known for doing. Hence the odd looks they were giving me.

So I tried to focus on the good. "We�re all here, it�s Christmas and I�ll be damned if I don�t get to enjoy some quality time with the two most important men in my life."

"Interesting choice of words�" Dean muttered under his breath and both Sam and myself shot him a look of death. "Oh hey now, it was a joke!"

We both knew Dean was referring to the �damned� comment. "Not funny!" Sam and I barked in unison, stopped, shared a look, and finally�when the silence filled the air around us�all three of us burst into laughter. It was just one of those awkward moments where you couldn�t do anything else but laugh.

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