The Fifth Archangel (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

  "What the hell did you do, Dean?" I asked.

He wouldn't kill him, would he?

"Nothing. Damn it, let's go!" He yelled at me.

"Watch your tone with me, Winchester. I think you are forgetting I am one of the most powerful beings in creation!" I yelled back.

"Well you kind of suck with understanding!"

"Well how do I not understand well!"

"You don't see it the way I do!"

"Damn it, Dean, well it's kind of hard when I used to love him!"

"Well you don't think this isn't hard for me he's my fucking brother, your not the only one who loves him around here."

"I'm sorry I never thought of that, I guess I really do suck at understanding." 

"No, Victoria don't do that to yourself..... come here" 

I walk over to him. He pulls me into a deep hug. Then out of nowhere I let it all out, I cried. Me out of all people, cried. He lifted my head and made me look in his eyes, he wiped my tears. Then there was this look in his eyes that made me shiver, he felt it too. He kissed me but I didn't pull away, something inside me wanted to because of Sam but another couldn't. I'm not sure what to do Dean was always here and currently Sam isn't.

In between kisses I ask. " What are we doing?" 

"I don't know but it doesn't feel wrong"  

I kiss him again. He slides his hand down my back and I shiver with not just lust but love. It get's more intensely, he lays me down on the bed and for the rest of the night we make passionate love.

~oOo~

The next morning, we arrive at Bobby's.

Apparently he has some kind of 'Safe room'.

Hunters.

"I called Cass, He should be here soon" Dean comes into the room and looks at me and smiles.

Sam looked terrible, and not the slightly hungover terrible.

The got ran over by a bus terrible.

"You're right, he does look terrible" Castiel said as he appeared behind me.

"You did this?" He asked as he turned to Dean.

"Cass? What's- Let me go!" Sam said struggling to try to get up.

It took a lot for me to not run over and help him.

Why am I so conflicted?

Oh, yeah, because I just slept with his brother.

"Has he been feverish?" Castiel asked.

"Have you?" said Dean.

"No. why?" answered Sam.

"Is he speaking weirdly? Have you been speaking weirdly?" Castiel asked Sam.

"No. Are you trying to diagnose me?"

"You better hope so" Dean snapped at Sam.

"Huh. Victoria, can you please tell them nothing's wrong."

"No, because then I would be lying." I replied.

"Do you really think that is necessary?" Sam asked.

"Well, it's not like there is a clinic for people who just came back from hell. So, yes, this is necessary!" Dean yelled at his brother.

"How much sleep have you been getting?" Castiel asked.