|Supernatural Saints and Sinners
Author: Pixie photos PM
The MacManus brothers didn't know what they were getting themselves into when they saved her from being beaten up in an alleyway. They didn't know who her brothers were, and now, they've found themselves in a whole new kind of 'supernatural' ball game. OC/Connor maybe OC/Murphy later tooRated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Family - Connor M. - Chapters: 17 - Words: 42,606 - Reviews: 25 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 09-10-12 - Published: 06-03-12 - id: 8181027
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There was a stunned silence that fell across the room as the information sunk in. Lexi ran her hand through her blood red hair and let out a heavy sigh. Dean and Sam were both staring at the floor intensely as they tried to absorb and process the information that had been given to them. John was the only one looking directly at the two angels in front of them. Both Quad and Irin knew that John understood the terms and conditions of the offer, though they were sure that he didn't quite understand the extent of the conditions that were being made.
"We'll give you a while to think it over, in the mean time, there's a few creatures lurking around these parts, I'd suggest you start fine tuning your skills, you guys are definitely going to need them," Irin said with a smile. Before anyone had a chance to speak the two were gone, leaving Connor and Murphy standing in the middle of the room with bewildered and confused looks on their faces as they blinked frantically trying to get some sort of grasp on the situation.
"Wha... What happened?" Murphy asked as he rubbed his eyes with his palms and looked around the room.
"Seriously? You guys know nothing of what just happened?" Sam said resting his hands on his hips and looking at the boys expectantly.
"Not a single Goddamn ting," Connor said looking around wildly, "last feckin' thing I remember is him clockin' me one and bein' a prick."
"Right, well," John said clearing his throat a little and looking over at Dean expectantly.
"What?" Dean said defensively as he met his Father's gaze.
"Apologise Dean," Lexi said with a sigh. Dean cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one foot to the other awkwardly.
"Dean," John chastised.
"'msorry," he slurred under his breath. Lexi looked over at Connor expectantly who was watching Dean with a stern look on his face.
"Don't worry about it," Connor said after a long pause. Lexi bit the inside of her lip and nodded a little at the exchange before turning to her father.
"Are they truthfully going to offer us some sort of place in heaven?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest as she spoke.
"As far as I know to, yes," he replied after a long pause, refusing to meet his daughter's intense gaze.
"At what price?" Dean spat angrily, his eyes never wavering from the Irishman standing in front of him.
"Who knows," though the truth was, John had a very good idea of exactly what was going to be expected. He knew the price, and that was what scared him more than anything.
"I'm real sorry and all but uh, can someone please explain to us what the feck is going on?!" Murphy grumbled from where he was standing, still looking around the room bewilderedly. Everyone fell silent as the twins waited expectantly to hear what had happened in the few minutes that they had blacked out.
"Well?" Connor pressed, folding his arms across his chest as he looked from Lexi to the three men behind her and back again. Lexi took a deep breath and went to explain exactly what was going on, however she was cut off by the all-too-familiar comforting tone of her fathers voice behind her. Whilst John explained to the twins what was going on Sam and Dean took Lexi over into the kitchen and began telling her where they were at with their hunt and seeing what it was she was going to be doing to help them out when she was back into it all. Lexi couldn't help but keep looking over at the two boys as they were being given the basic run down of everything that had happened over the course of the last few minutes and even whilst Lexi had been in hospital.
"So, y'tellin' us that, we have these, angels livin' in us and they're usin' us as their way of communicatin' with you lot?" Murphy said slowly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and intrigue all at the same time.
"Essentially yeah," John said, his elbows resting on his knees as he sat at the table and looked at the two boys. Both of them were standing with their arms folded tightly across their chests, with the exact same confused and troubled looks heavy on their faces. Lexi caught Connor's eye for a second, giving him a sympathetic look to which he simply nodded slightly and looked back down at his feet. The reality of the situation was that he was having extreme difficulty trying to comprehend exactly what it was that was being presented to him. He was concerned and he knew that Murphy had exactly the same troubles grasping the situation entirely.
"It could be worse, you could have two devil's possessing you guys, and that's no fun for anyone involved," Sam said quietly noticing both his baby sister and older brother staring at the two Irish boys across from them, though their expressions were polar opposites. Dean couldn't help it, when he noticed Lexi staring intently at Connor he could feel his very insides start to curl. He didn't like the fact his baby sister was getting involved with this sort of a man, in fact, he down right despised the entire situation.
"We haven't even thought about this sort of shite, we feckin' work, we do the same things any normal man does in this city, why the feck are we any different?" Murphy spat angrily, reacting angrily to the sympathy in Sam's tone.
"Who knows, none of us have even heard of angels, let alone them possessing people before," John said with a shrug.
"Well, can y'give us an idea about what they would want with us?" Connor asked softly, his hand running through his hair awkwardly as he finally looked up to meet John's gaze.
"I wish I could, I know it must be troublesome and..."
"Troublesome?!" Murphy barked, cutting John off mid sentence, "of course it's feckin' troublesome, it's our bodies bein' feckin' puppets to some divine bein's!"
Everyone fell silent at the sudden comment and refused to meet each others eyes.
"Why didn't they pick some preacher man, or a feckin' priest or somethin'. Why us?" Connor asked, his eyebrows narrowing as he stared at John.
"I can't explain it, I have no idea why they do what they do. It's the same with devils, we have no idea why they possess certain people and not others," John replied leaning back into his chair and sighing a little. He was just as confused, worried and intrigued as everyone else was.
John began explaining to the boys exactly what it was that was going on, he spared no details for the boys, telling them everything from the ghouls in his journal to the devils possessing those around him. He explained the deal the angels were offering and even what he was concerned about with that. While John took the time to play catch up with the twins, Sam, Dean and Lexi had a quiet moment to themselves in the kitchen to discuss their own understanding and position on the entire thing.
"I want to know at what cost this will be, we can't just be offered sanctuary without a price," Lexi exclaimed, her arms folded tightly over her chest, the tattoos on her arm contorting slightly.
"They're angels, surely they won't be asking anything that's too steep," Sam said thoughtfully. Dean scoffed loudly almost before Sam even had a chance to finish his sentence.
"What're you scoffing at?" Lexi said cocking her eyebrow angrily at her oldest brother. He hadn't said much since the twins had gone back to being themselves, though Lexi could see that something was bothering him deeply.
"Angels, I mean, are you serious?" he remarked with a sarcastically puzzled look on his face.
"Why not angels?" Sam asked with a bit of a shrug as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the kitchen bench.
"Come on Sammy, angels? I know you'll believe almost anything there is out there but... angels? That's a bit biblical, even for you isn't it?" he ran his hand through his hair and shook his head.
"Why not angels Dean?" Lexi said raising her eyebrows expectantly.
"Exactly, I mean, there's a hell isn't there? So... Going by simple common belief then it could only be true that there's a heaven as well. Demons are real Dean, why wouldn't angels be equally as real?" Sam finished, his tone much calmer and lighter than that of his sisters.
"It's insanity, that's why! What are you two knuckle heads expecting? That when the time finally comes that we kick the bucket it'll all be peachy? That we'll all just fly up to this perfect little cloud in the sky and live happily ever after?" Dean's voice became heavier and heavier with anger and disappointment as he spoke.
"You two seriously think that we stand any chance of making it to a place like that? After all the stuff we've done? The things we've killed? Even if it is real! People like us don't go to a place like that!" he shook his head angrily and leaned over the sink staring down into the stained sides of the metal basin.
"Why are you so dead against it Dean?" Sam asked, a genuinely mortified and hurt expression on his handsome features.
"Because Sammy!" Dean hissed, spinning on his heel to face Sam, "because you know damn well that it doesn't exist! How could somewhere possibly exist! How could angels possibly exist?! In a world so full of evil and horrible things, the things we fight every single fucking night!"
Lexi knew what he was doing, he knew how confused his brother was. She also understood how much it scared him to think that there was an end, a point of no return. They had been raised not to be afraid of the dark, or of the things that made the bumps and hid under their beds. What John hadn't prepared them for was the fact that there was another side to it all and Lexi knew that the unknown scared her brother more than anything else, almost as much as death itself.
"Why can't you have some faith Dean?" Lexi said so placidly, so calmly that everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over at her. Even Dean had a stunned expression on his face.
"How can you have so much faith? After everything we see? Ever horrific thing we take down? How can you be so stupid as to put your faith into something you don't know about?" there was a malice and a horrible pain that seethed in his voice as he spoke.
"How can you not have faith? How can you see the things we see, kill the things we kill and not have some kind of tiny prayer and hope that there is something better out there?" she replied honestly, shaking her head a little, her face filled with confusion.
"Because I've seen too much now Lex, and..." he paused, realising how deep this seemed to be running for her, "and I know there's more evil to come. So I can't have faith in something that I've had only one encounter with. I can't be let down by that."
She stared at her brother for a long moment, her head telling her that he had a point and her heart telling her he was so damaged by everything they had been put through.
"I don't want you to let that blind, ridiculous faith destroy your soul Lex, I want you to realise that this is all just some elaborate, messed up lie, probably conjured up by the de..."
"Stop! Just stop Dean!" Lexi snapped, pushing herself away from the bench and cutting her brother off mid sentence.
"Just because you don't have any faith in this doesn't mean I don't have to have any! I believe in this Dean! I want to believe in it!" and without so much as another word she marched straight passed him and headed out of the apartment. There was a long silence that fell over the boys as everyone let the density of the situation sink in. Dean knew exactly what it was he had said and he knew that it had upset Lexi, though he hadn't meant it to, he was only trying to do what was best for her and make sure she wasn't setting herself up to be disappointed.
"I'll got get her," Connor mumbled, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he walked out of the apartment after Lexi, fully aware of Dean's narrowed eyes focused on him as he left.
Connor walked right down to the foyer of the building and out into the cold night air, he didn't need to go very far before he found Lexi leaning against the wall with her arms folded across her chest as she stared at the floor.
"Hey," Connor said with a slight smile as he headed over to where the young girl was standing.
"Hey yourself," she said with a forced smile as she brushed a strand of bright red hair out of her face and straightened up a little.
"What're y'doin' out here? It ain't very warm," he said softly.
"True, but it's clearer than the air up there," she replied nodding up towards the apartment above.
"Aye, that's a good point," he said with a nod as he raised his eyebrows, agreeing with her.
"What're you doing out here then?" she asked with a slight smirk and her body began to shiver a little in the breeze.
"Needed some air," he lied. Neither of them send anything for a long time, until finally Connor wrapped his arm around Lexi's shoulders and pulled her to his chest, rubbing her arm lightly to try and keep her warm. Almost as soon as he had wrapped his arm around her she felt warmer, the sweet scent of peppermint and smoke assaulting her nostrils.
"Pretty heavy isn't it?" Lexi mumble into Connor's chest as she bit the inside of her cheek a little.
"It's definitely different," he relied softly, his head tilting down just enough so he could plant a kiss on the top of her head, the smell of her vanilla and coconut shampoo making his entire body seem to relax in an instant. Lexi stayed there, unwavering, her eyes closed and simply enjoying being so close to someone other than her family for once. The comfort that came with the warmth of his arm around her, the sound of his stead breath and the even thudding of his heart in his chest.
"Lexi," she slowly opened her eyes and looked up into Connor's deep, earthy green irises and immediately felt the air catch in the back of her throat, much like it had before they were interrupted earlier.
"What's the matter?" she whispered, the pupils in her eyes dilating just a little more than she knew.
"This whole thing is all kinds of feckin' crazy," his voice was barely above a low whisper as he spoke to her, his left hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of her eyes as his own eyes searched her face.
"I know," she said with a soft nod, her body tingling with every soft touch his fingertips trailed over her skin.
"I promise y'though," he said after a moment, "I promise, I won't let nothin' happen to ya."
"I think on this one..." she said with a soft smile, "I'll be the one looking after you."
"No lass," he replied, shaking his head a little, "Y'won't need to."
Without waiting for a single moment longer he slowly bent down and pressed his lips to hers, gently sucking her bottom lip between his teeth and pulling her closer to him. Lexi instinctively returned the kiss, her right hand sliding up to tangle in his sandy blonde hair. He groaned softly into her mouth and moved until her back was pressed against the wall as he deepened the kiss his fingertips slowly trailing down over her cheek and resting on the back of her neck. She wrapped her arms underneath his open coat, her hands grasping at his t-shirt, pressing his body harder against hers as she ran the tip of her tongue across his bottom lip until he finally gave in and slowly delved his tongue into her mouth. He could hear his heart hammering against his ribcage but for the life of him he didn't care, he was completely and utterly intoxicated by this girl. Every inch of her made his body feel like it was electrified, it was different to how he normally felt, like some sort of forbidden fruit or something. Connor slid his hands up into her hair and grasped a handful of her silky red hair, as he slid his tongue against hers, their breathing raspy and heavy as he finally forced himself to separate his lips from hers.
"Wow," he whispered against her lips, his eyes closed as he tried to steady himself, his hands trailing down to rest on her hips.
"You're telling me," she said, her hands still clasping at his shirt as she looked up at him from underneath her eyelashes. Connor jumped back a little, panic and confusion mixing itself onto his face as he stared down into, not the usual beautiful, deep brown her eyes usually were but rather a sickeningly bright, golden yellow pair of irises staring straight back at him.