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The Mothman Cometh	By : pittwitch Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dedicated to Rogue and Dany, who, for some odd reason, keep sending these rabid, demanding plunnies at me. I’m starting to think that these two hate me.
The Mothman Cometh

“West Virginia?” Sam chirped in disgusted disbelief for the hundredth time since they had left the Midwest, heading east.
“Yes,” Dean hissed impatiently, his grip on the steering wheel turning white-knuckled.
“I don’t get it.”
“I know already!” interrupted Dean. “We’ve been down this road a thousand times. Yes, Cas gave me an exact address, a name and we’re hunting the Mothman.”
“We’re supposed to believe the Mothman …” grumbled Sam as he stared sullenly out of his window at the close growing trees speeding by. “As in The Mothman Prophecies? Like the movie? C’mon, Dean!”
“He’s an angel! Why would he send us after this now if it weren’t important?” Dean turned to glare at his brother, taking his eyes off the narrow gravel road just long enough.
“THERE!” shouted Sam as they hurtled past a nondescript mailbox, its silver numbers declaring #118 for anyone who dared to venture this far into the woods.
“Damn,” cursed Dean, slamming on the brakes, triggering a sliding crunch of tires in gravel. When the metal monster finally stopped, he slammed it in reverse, throwing his arm over the seat to peer out the back window as he backed down the road before whipping the black behemoth into the dirt rut driveway.
“I don’t like this, Dean,” Sam observed as he warily peered through the trees and overgrowth. “I do NOT like this at all. This is the middle of nowhere! ”
“Where do you expect the Mothman to hang out? Midtown Manhattan?” They continued driving, throwing up a cloud of dust as they went. Before too long, the house loomed in sight. “Looks like a nice enough place,” Dean offered as a rather large farmhouse came into view, tucked into a just large enough yard carved out of the trees. The car rumbled to a halt and the two brothers sat, just staring at the house for a few minutes.
“This Anisa knows we’re coming, right, Dean?” Sam asked. “I’d hate to meet some crazy woman with a shotgun out here.”
“As if we’ve never met a crazy woman with a shotgun before,” Dean sniped as he slid out of the car. “Let’s get this over with.” Sam followed suit and the pair climbed the wide wooden steps to the porch and the front door. The blaring sound of a stereo from inside the house gave them pause, stopping to stare at each other in surprise. From somewhere to their left, inside the house, a woman yelled, “SEBASTIAN! Put on some clothes and answer the door!”
Instantly, the music cut out and the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard heading towards the door.
“Really?” Sam growled, just as the door swung open, revealing a very large, shirtless, bald, black man sporting a diamond earring and thin silk lounge pants which hid practically nothing. He pushed open the screen door, and strode out onto the porch.
“Welcome, Winchesters!” he boomed, his voice heavy with a French accent. “We have been waiting for your arrival!” He offered his hand first to Sam. “I am Sebastian.”
“Sam,” he took the proffered hand, eying the large man speculatively.
“Then you must be Dean!” Sebastian turned his attention to the other brother, a wide white smile to welcome him as well.
“Uh, yeah,” he answered, shaking the man’s hand in turn.
“Come, come in. The Mistress has been waiting.” He led them into the interior, closing the door behind them. “She takes a phone call right now, but we are to wait in the parlor.” He pointed to the first door on the right. The pocket doors slid into the walls neatly, revealing a comfortably furnished room. “Please to be comfortable! I will bring refreshments.” Sebastian smiled and left the boys alone.
“Nice joint,” Dean commented as he fondled the leather of the sofa.
“Did you feel that?” Sam asked as he slouched into an overstuffed chair.
“Feel what?” replied Dean as he settled on the couch.
“Not sure, just a feeling, like something washing over me,” Sam articulated as he studied his surroundings, searching for clues to the strange sensation. “Just as we walked through the door.”
“Eh, feels warmer inside than outside?” Dean offered.
“Not what I meant, Dean,” he said with a sigh.
“Hello?” Anisa called into the room. “Sam and Dean, yes?” The brunette beauty padded, barefoot, into the room. “I am so happy you are here!”
Both boys stared at her as they automatically rose to their feet. Her long black hair spilled over her shoulders, gleaming against the stark white of her cotton dress.
“Nice to meet you,” Dean offered his hand first.
“How can we help?” Sam eagerly asked, offering his hand as well.
“Well, I know Castiel has told you about the Mothman,” she started.
“Exactly how do you know Castiel?” Sam interjected, his brows knit together in concern.
“That is irrelevant,” Anisa answered as she settled into her chair, tucking her feet underneath her.
“I think it is very relevant,” he badgered.
“What you think is of no consequence to me,” Anisa continued with a hard edge to her voice.
Dean stepped in. “We are curious, but Castiel said we should come and help you get rid of this creature, so we’re here.” He glowered at Sam who gave an equal glare back.
“I’m actually hoping you are able to just debunk this myth and end my misery,” she continued.
Sebastian appeared at the door, holding a tray carrying a pitcher and sandwiches. Respectfully, he waited for Anisa to nod to him before he entered, setting the tray on a side table.
“Would you like some iced tea?” Anisa offered graciously.
“Anything stronger?” Dean asked playfully.
“No,” Anisa replied solemnly. “I do not allow mind-altering substances to my guests.” She accepted the glass that Sebastian had poured for her, watching the boys’ reactions closely.
“Oh?” Sam asked as he too accepted a glass from Sebastian. When Dean was served, Sebastian moved to Anisa’s left side, and lowered himself to kneel on the floor next to her. Both Winchesters’ eyes widened and they stared at them in disbelief. Sebastian smiled and bowed his head. Anisa rubbed the bare skin on his head affectionately before praising him, “Well done!”
“I entertain many types of people here,” she forged on. “All of whom expect the utmost privacy and confidentiality. These Mothman seekers are clambering all over my estate. Sneaking onto the property, disrupting everything!” she ranted.
“Well, the recent sightings and reports are going to attract people,” Sam added matter of factly, unable to tear his eyes off Sebastian, who knelt motionlessly, proud but humble, hands resting on his thighs, palms facing out.
Anisa took a sip of her drink and lowered the glass. Sebastian raised his hand to grasp it and hold it for her, never raising his eyes from the floor. Dean sat transfixed, amazed at their interaction.
“They are interfering with my business!” Anisa complained. “Can you exorcise this thing? Or just dispel all the sightings somehow?”
“I’m not really sure,” Dean finally found his voice.
“We’ll need to check into the situation,” Sam added.
“Of course!” Anisa agreed readily. “You will stay here while you do this?” She offered. “I have guest rooms!” She took her glass from Sebastian and drank deeply.
“Uh, I think we’d be better off in a hotel in town,” Dean stammered a bit.
“So far! So far to drive!” Anisa exclaimed. “No, you shall stay here. Better to hunt the creature where these people say they have seen it,” she explained.
“You haven’t seen it?” Sam stared at her in amazement.
“I don’t believe in this Mothman at all,” she said. “I just want all of the Mothman hunters/seekers to go away!”
“I really don’t understand why Castiel sent us here,” Sam groused again.
“Because I wanted you here,” Cas rumbled from the hallway.
“CAS!” Dean jumped up. “What the hell, man?”
“Castiel,” Anisa greeted him coolly.
Sam watched the others suspiciously. “You care to explain this?”
“I do want this nonsense put to rest,” Anisa clarified.
“Anisa,” Cas grumbled.
“What? I cannot conduct my business with all these people running around my property! Plus, I have a sneaking suspicion this Mothman nonsense was started entirely by you, floating around on wings in the dead of night. You should be punished for that!” she scolded him, still sitting calmly in her chair.
“Please?” Cas solicited.
“Isn’t lust one of those seven deadly things,” she growled at Cas. Dean, Sam and Sebastian resorted to merely watching.
“Who among us is free from sin?” Cas asked rhetorically as he shrugged out of his overcoat.
“What the fucking hell is going on here?” Dean hissed at Sam.
“I’m not sure, but …” His words faded away completely when Cas ditched his shirt. Dean gulped and turned away when the trousers went next.
As he piled his clothes on a nearby armchair, Anisa smiled at him. Cas fell to his knees in front of her, mimicking Sebastian’s pose. “Mistress, may I?”
“Yes, you may,” she whispered, handing her glass back to Sebastian. “You know where to go,” she rebuked the angel.
“Yes, Mistress,” he answered, rising to his feet. Before padding out the door, he turned to Dean and Sam. “Accept this gift. You won’t regret a single moment.”
“Miss, you really need to start explaining ALL of this,” Dean demanded, watching Cas leave.
“The proper way to address me is Mistress,” she emphasized Mistress, “And preferably from your knees,” she barked, obviously tired of playing Cas’ game. “I am Mistress Anisa. This is my home. It was built on sacred ground. The sensation your brother felt was my wards washing over him. If you had been paying attention, you would have felt them as well.”
“Excuse me?” Dean snapped back at her.
“AGAIN, the proper way to address me is as MISTRESS and from your knees!” she raised her voice ominously. “You are completely safe from detection within the boundaries of my property. Do not ask how or why, just accept!”
Sam was rapidly disrobing, his eyes dark and fixated on Anisa. Shimmying out of his denims, he dropped to his knees, laid his hands palms up on his bare thighs and bowed his head.
Anisa turned her attention to him, surprised.
“Sam?” she started.
“Yes, Mistress?” he asked, eyes focused on the floor.
“I am to understand you wish to play?” she clarified quietly, keeping her eyes on his dumbstruck brother.
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered earnestly.
“Wait just a damn minute here!” Dean exclaimed. “Play what? Cas wants to be punished. This one thinks he’s a coaster and Sam just stripped. What kind of demon are you?” he demanded, leaping to his feet.
“Sebastian, please go and prepare three rooms: two upstairs for the brothers and one downstairs for Castiel?” Anisa stroked Sebastian’s head lovingly.
“Yes, Mistress,” he obeyed unquestioningly, rising gracefully to his feet, setting her glass on the table and disappearing out into the hallway.
“Dean, Castiel will need to explain and apologize for luring you out here. Just know for now that you are perfectly safe from otherworldly interference. I am a domme. Sebastian is my apprentice. Castiel visits when he needs … respite,” she searched for an appropriate word. “He wanted to offer you and your brother some down time, I think he called it. A vacation of sorts, I suppose.”
“A domme?” Dean flushed.
“Sam?” Anisa redirected his attention to his brother.
“A dominatrix, Dean,” Sam started to fill in his brother’s blanks. “She takes control for those who wish to yield it.”
“Very good, Sam,” she praised him as she unfolded her legs and stood. She moved with a catlike grace and stepped to Sam’s side. She ran her well-manicured fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his face. “Look at me,” she demanded.
He raised his eyes to her.
“Do you submit?” she asked pointedly.
“Yes, Mistress,” he sighed in satisfaction. Anisa moved to stand behind him.
“I do not take guests in this manner, under ordinary circumstances, but this once, I will, as a favor to Castiel.” She tugged his hair lightly, forcing his head back. “You have played this way?”
“Once, Mistress,” Sam answered honestly.
“You enjoyed this?” she raked her nails along his scalp.
“Yes, Mistress.” His eyes shone with anticipation.
Dean watched in morbid fascination, unable to tear his eyes away from the woman and Sam.
“We will talk more in detail in private, dear Sam, later. For now, you will go out the door and turn right. Go to the end of the hall, open the last door and go to my basement. Pick where you wish to begin.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sam agreed readily.
She bent down and kissed his temple, keeping her eyes on Dean to gauge his reactions.
“No speaking to Castiel. Ignore him completely. Now go!” She urged him to his feet and towards the door. He complied quickly leaving her alone with a dumbstruck Dean.
“Now, to address your questions,” she returned to her chair while lifting her glass once more and sipping carefully. “Make yourself comfortable, Dean. We may be here a while.”
He glanced at the doorway and back to her, then at the doorway once more before finally just sinking back onto the couch.
“What the hell is going on here?”
“Anything and everything, with consent, of course,” she answered with a smile.
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