Author: Kit-cat99 PM
AU! Four years ago, Dean watched her die. Now, Sam tells him she's alive but is she the same? How did she return? Can he save her a second time around? Dean/OC, Sam/OCRated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Supernatural - Dean W. & Sam W. - Chapters: 15 - Words: 32,676 - Reviews: 72 - Favs: 42 - Follows: 55 - Updated: 10-05-12 - Published: 06-15-11 - id: 7085109
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We Be In Some Trouble, Darling
Okay, I know. I take forever to update. Some things don't like me, even if I do give myself notes to follow and remember things that go with them. ARG to writer's block! Arg, I say!
So how many people liked Castiel's return last week? Lol.
"Good day sir." Dane greeted cheerfully, riding through the little town atop his horse.
"Good day Sheriff." The greeted man replied. "My oh my, you're in a good mood."
"Ain't no reason not to be." Dane commented. The other man simply smiled, a knowing look on his face. "Do you suppose you could do me a favour?"
"Of course, what would you like?" The man asked.
"I need some flowers sent to Miss Arianna." Dane replied. The request was met with a raised eyebrow of curiousity.
"Consider it done, Sheriff." The man assured. Dane smiled and tipped his hat in appreciation before starting to ride off. "Oh and Sheriff."
"Yes, sir?" Dane turned around on his saddle.
"Be careful what you do." The man instructed, a now serious expression on his face. "There are those out there who aren't the nicest bunch."
"I...well...thank you sir, I appreciate the concern." Dane remarked, unsure what else to say. The man simply smiled and turned to head off on his own way. Dane watched the man curiously before continuing on his own way.
Arianna didn't know whether or not to be surprised as she sat out front of the house, playing with some charcoal and paper. A shiver ran down her spine and she looked around, catching sight of the man approaching her, flowers in his hand. Her face fell when she saw beneath the skin. Her mood dropping and despair falling over her.
"Good day...Princess." The man greeted. Arianna bit her lip, watching warily as the flowers were extended to her. "Your fair sheriff asked those to be delivered to you."
"I'm not going back, Alistair." Arianna snapped, taking the flowers and shooting a glare at the man.
"I'm not the one here to bring you back." Alistair countered. This made the former princess pause and her wariness return. "There are others surfacing to do that deed. Meg and Ruby are here, they located you."
"Why are you here?" Arianna asked.
"They thought I would help them convince you." Alistair laughed. "I see no reason to disrupt this...pleasant...arrangement you have for yourself. Your father isn't very thrilled with your abdication though."
"I never assumed he would be." Arianna muttered, sighing. "What am I going to do?"
"Leave here." Alistair instructed. He held up a hand to cut off the arguments that were sure to follow. "Leave here...and bring your Sheriff with you."
"I don't think he'd leave." Arianna pointed out.
"He will for you." Alistair stated. While she knew it was likely true, Arianna didn't want to abuse anything she had with Dane. But what else could she do? Staying put, particularly somewhere where she was already found out, would get her sent back to Hell and who knew what would happen to her beloved Sheriff. "They will flood this little spot of a town soon enough if you stay. You will likely never get to settle down again unless you're willing to slaughter everything that comes you're way, but as long as you're moving, you'll have a chance."
"As long as I'm moving." Arianna muttered, bitterly.
Dane knew something was troubling Arianna when he walked into the house. She wasn't doing much out of the ordinary, sitting on a seat, pulling a needle and thread through some damaged article of clothing or another. It was more the way she sat, back stick straight, shoulders tense. She pulled the needle roughly, nearly tearing the fabric in her attempts to repair it.
"Are you unwell?" Dane asked carefully, stepping closer to the woman. She jumped and looked at him, caught off guard by his arrival. Her posture relaxed and that brilliant smile fell to her face once more. Arianna put her sewing down and got to her feet. Moving over to the sheriff, she tugged the hat from his head and let it drop to the floor before her hands ran up his chest, warming the skin beneath the clothes and stirring a desire.
"I'm perfect." Arianna whispered, eyes lifting to the man's. Her hands dragged down to open up his vest before lifting once more to push it from his shoulders. He let it drop before his own hands lifted to cup the woman's face.
"Something's on your mind though." Dane pointed out, a slight grin on his face. Arianna bit her lip but smiled as well, looking so simply innocent and coy. The Sheriff leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, savouring the sweet taste of her lips and tongue.
"I wish to ask a favour." Arianna muttered, breathlessly as she leaned back from the kiss.
"Anything." Dane agreed. He leaned further down, his lips trailing softly along her neck and collarbone. His actions were rewarded with whimpers of want as her hands clutched at his clothing, wanting them gone from his body. He chuckled softly against her skin before lifting her up. Her legs wound round his waist and he stumbled to the bed, going by memory as he continued his assault on the woman's neck.
"I...I...oh dear, that tongue...Dane..." Arianna's voice melted into a moan and then a slight giggle when she was dropped onto the bed with the sheriff over top of her.
"What's the favour you wish to ask, love?" Dane asked, hovering over the woman. The backs of his fingers ran down her arm as he watched her face.
"I...I wish to...travel some." Arianna chose her words carefully and the appropriate actions to go with them. One hand rested on the back of his neck, fingers toying with the short hairs there. The other hand toyed with his shirt, pulling it free of his trousers and slowly working the buttons open. "Can we? Can we go...see other places?"
"The town..." Dane started.
"It may help...with my memory." Arianna lied sweetly. Her stomach churned at the ease. Dane raised an eyebrow, having nearly forgotten the woman didn't remember much of anything before arriving on the outskirts of town.
"Well...I suppose...the deputy could take over...for a time." Dane admitted. Arianna tilted her head.
Another button popped open. The heat in his body increasing just slightly.
He missed her eyes flashing to red and black.
"Tomorrow just after noon we'll set off." Dane agreed, smiling. "It'll give me the time to inform the mayor and the deputy and whoever else needs knowing."
"Maybe just...those two." Arianna whispered, smiling. "They can spread it round." She applied pressure at the back of his neck and brought him down, closer. "We can set off in the morning still that way. Sooner we go, sooner we can be back, right?"
"Hmm...that is a fair point." Dane mused. He pulled at the strings holding her dress closed and watched with interest as the fabric opened across her chest. "But tomorrow...all that. For now, just you and me darling."
"Of course, my love." Arianna agreed. His mouth attacked her neck once more and she sighed, her eyes looking up at the ceiling, already regretting her actions.
Days had gone by with no word from Crowley, or even Castiel. The only news the foursome got was from Bobby every so often when there was a new job to deal with. Dean had started to think that everything was going to be alright. No demons dropped to their knees before Aria either. Aside from the fact that they now had Lily, it was almost like the old days.
Alright, so the fact they had Lily and also Dean and Aria weren't denying their feelings to each other and were hard to get going in the morning from staying up late every night.
Especially Aria these days. She used to be good in the morning, always waking up ready. Nowadays, they were lucky to have her alert before noon. Dean confided in Sam that Aria wasn't sleeping even if she did pass out before her boyfriend and wake up after him. He watched her once, witnessed the struggle she had in her sleep, but had yet to build up the courage to ask about the dreams.
"There's a lot to deal with, even when there doesn't seem to be." Sam pointed out one night. He and Dean were standing outside by the Impala, having their brother moment while Aria and Lily occupied a room to have some girl time. That time roughly translated into Dean walking into a room that smelled like acetone and nail polish and other insanely smelly female things sometime later. Neither of the brothers understood the need their girlfriend's had to turn the motel room into a miniature spa but they didn't question it, just being grateful that it was a nice night.
"I just don't like sitting around, waiting for that other shoe to drop, you know?" Dean muttered, chugging down the remainder of his beer and gazing thoughtfully at the bottle. "What'll happen if Crowley comes back? Or...Yellow Eyes decides he wants to come out of his little hidey hole?"
"I don't know, Dean." Sam admitted sadly. "We just gotta...wait, I guess. There's not much else we can do. We haven't seen Castiel in a while and even Lily's said he hasn't made any contact with her. Maybe that's a good thing."
"Still can't believe you're girlfriend's an Angel and mine's some princess of hell." Dean mused. Sam laughed slightly and shrugged. "God...our lives are fucked up, ain't they?"
"Pretty much." Sam agreed, patting his brother's shoulder. "But you know...there's a bright side to all this insanity."
"Oh yeah?" Dean asked. "Enlighten me."
"We get to..." Sam started but stopped when his head suddenly throbbed and his vision clouded over.
Dean held onto Aria's hands as she struggled with herself. Her appearance shifted, skin paling, hair darkening, eyes flashing from their once blue-green colour to black and red.
A man's arm looped around Aria's waist and tugged her against his body. He laughed, taunting everyone, free hand waving around a gun. Eyes shifting to yellow as he casually scratched his stubbly chin.
"I've destroyed you once, I can do it again. This ends here, now and forever. No more escaping...time is up."
"Sam...SAMMY!" Dean yelled, crouching down next to his brother on the concrete ground and shaking him. "Sammy come on, snap out of it."
"Oh...my head." Sam groaned, blinking his eyes several times. He lifted his hand slowly to rub at his head before looking at Dean. "What happened?"
"You just collapsed." Dean explained. "Think you hit your head off the car. Luckily for you, that big head of yours didn't dent my baby." He joked loosely, just glad that his brother was conscious once more. "You okay, man?"
"Uh...I...yeah, I think so." Sam muttered, sitting up slowly. "Something...something is gonna happen Dean."
"Something like...what?" Dean asked, frowning.
"I...I don't know." Sam frowned, staring at his feet and trying to remember what he had seen. "But...Aria's going to be in trouble. Or she is in trouble. Or...something."
"What the hell did that messed up mind of yours see, Sammy?" Dean urged, worry flashing in his eyes.
Sam looked at his brother and studied his face for a long moment. He thought back on the part of his vision where he had seen Dean, seen that hopeless look. Would it happen? Could they stop it? What if Aria went full on hell princess on them? There were too many questions, too many uncertainties, not enough helpful answers. Things had jumped from okay, to not good, to bad, to worse in just a few seconds and Sam just knew that somehow the next few days were going to test everyone. What he didn't know was if they were going to handle it or survive.
And then he remembered, the face at the end of the vision. The person holding Aria, eyes of the demon and body of...
"Dean...I know where dad is." Sam finally said, his statement being met with a confused expression.
Oh dear, oh my, is John now Mr Yellow Eye...s. Lol, I wanted it to rhyme and the stupid plural messed it up for me. So did you guys enjoy the double feature of Dane and Arianna? I actually tried to make this full chapter just them but I wanted to hold off on their trouble, kind of time it all together with the past and present.