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ficwizeTitle: Things that Go Bump in the Night
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Crossover: Supernatural/X-Men, written as part of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of their respective owners.
Type: Slash casefile, pre-series for Supernatural
Word Count: ~33,000
Characters: Dean Winchester and Remy LeBeau
Warnings: NC17 for sexual content, language and violence
Spoilers: None, if you're familiar with Supernatural. Random bits of Remy LeBeau's past and his powers. This story is not really set in any particular X story line.
Artist:la_conquistador
Link to Art: Amazing artwork and icons!
Summary: Thirty-five minutes. That's all Dean needed for this job. As long as everything went according to plan, of course.
But this is New Orleans, and nothing ever goes to plan. When Dean is interrupted mid-job by a stranger who strongly resembles a demon, the Plan is blown to hell and back. Dean eventually must join forces with the mysterious Remy LeBeau to try and undo the damage that they have done. Of course, Remy makes no secret about the fact that he has a secondary motivation that causes him to race around New Orleans to try and capture a vengeful spirit.
Author’s Notes: I owe a lot of thanks for this story. First, this story was written forwindiain. I hope you enjoy it! Secondly, this story would never have made it this far if it weren't for the help and encouragement of catwomyn5 and pdantzler2. Lastly, I must give all thanks and praise to my wonderful beta readers escritoireazul and dramady. They have made this story much better than it was.
I must also thankla_conquistador, whose artwork provided me with the inspiration I needed to get over the last few hurdles.
For those who think this looks familiar, I started posting it some months back, then realized I had a much bigger story here. I've rewritten the entire fic, and suggest that you consider starting at the beginning. Thanks to those who encouraged me!
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Ch. 7
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Keskaya’s house was dark when Dean drove by. Lights glittered from the windows of other houses, but all were quiet. This was a neighborhood more suited for Sunday afternoon street football games and rocking chair debates than a riotous nightlife. Dean could only hope that it would stay that way by the time they were done.
“You okay?” Remy asked softly. He was watching Dean carefully.
“I’m fine.” Dean forced a smile, but his stomach was a mass of dread. He kept feeling the sensation of Keskaya’s whip on his skin.
“Hey.” Remy reached out and caught his hand. “You don’ have to do dis. We can leave. Or I can do it.”
“No.” Dean’s voice was flat. “I’m not letting you do this without me.” He took a breath and forced himself to sound calmer. “And I can’t walk away. Keskaya can’t walk away and I can’t leave her like that.”
“She tried to kill you.”
“It’s not her fault.” Dean’s fingers shook in Remy’s hand and the Cajun squeezed them.
“I’ll be wit’ you. Not’ing gonna happen. I promise.”
His smile faltered. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Remy.” He pulled his hand away and climbed out of the car. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but the Grand Zombi in his pocket seemed to grow warmer. “Are you sure you want to do this? I wouldn’t think less of you if you walked away.”
“Remy’d t’ink less of himself.” The Cajun shut the door and leaned against it, looking back down the street at Keskaya’s house. “I don’ walk away from friends who need my help.”
“Is that what I am?” Dean asked, opening the trunk and pulling out the bag he’d carefully packed earlier. “Your friend?”
“Oui.” Remy turned to him and grinned slyly. “Tho’, Remy was hopin’ you’d be a friend wit’ benefits.”
“Do you ever think about anything besides sex?” Dean asked, amusement forcing the fear back in his stomach.
“Oui. Sometimes, I t’ink about food.” Remy answered solemnly, making Dean chuckle.
“Asshole.”
“It’s part of my charm.” Remy fell into step beside him as they walked to the house. A car horn honked in the distance and a dog barked in response.
Dean ducked to the side of the house and Remy followed silently. They climbed over the fence and Dean stood back to let Remy work his magic on the locks. Dean glanced over the backyard, hoping that he was right and that Ducet would show up. Remy apparently was thinking the same thing.
“How long are we gonna wait?” Remy asked softly, pushing the door open and letting them both into the kitchen.
Dean shrugged. “As long as it takes. I don’t know if Keskaya will be after me for interfering last night, but I’d rather find out now than in a week. And Ducet isn’t a fool. He’s going to be looking for her Li Grand Zombi to try and send her spirit away.”
“Thanks for the glowing assessment.” The comment was followed by the click of a gun as it cocked and Dean and Remy both froze. The living room was pitch black, the curtains blocking even the meager light outside from entering. A flashlight flared to life, showing Ducet standing in the living room and pointing a pistol at them. He looked like hell. He was wearing suit pants and a white button down shirt that had blood stains lining the arms, chest and stomach.
Looking at them made Dean’s own wounds twitch and he resisted the urge to cover his stomach. “Take it easy.”
“I will.” Ducet promised. “As soon as you hand over the Li Grand Zombi.” He shook his head. “I have to admit, I didn’t think you were smart enough to figure it out. You had no idea what was going on when I talked to you the other day.”
“You weren’t exactly close-mouthed about it,” Dean retorted, stung.
“No, I wasn’t. But then I thought you’d bolt.”
Remy was edging away from Dean, trying to put space between them and force Ducet to divide his attention, but the con man shook the gun slightly, halting Remy’s movements. “Your company leaves a lot to be desired.”
“Dude, I have no idea what your problem with Remy is.”
“My problem isn’t with Remy. It’s with the Thieves Guild. They think they run this city and when they say jump, heaven help those of us who don’t. Cowards, all of them, hiding behind their anonymity and their assassins.”
Dean’s eyes widened and he turned to see Remy’s face harden. “I’m not de one hidin’ behind a gun, homme. Careful who you call coward.”
“Thieves Guild?” Dean repeated and Remy glanced at him, before looking away.
“Remy tol’ you it was complicated.”
“You didn’t know?” Ducet chortled. “You really are as stupid as I thought you were.”
Dean stepped forward, hands fisting at his side, but Ducet lifted the gun and pointed it at his face. “No, no. Be a good boy.”
“You set me up, you son of a bitch,” Dean growled, though he stayed where he was. “You played me.”
“Like a piano.” Ducet grinned. “Though I couldn’t have anticipated it’d work out this well. You brought me just the thing I needed to make my victory that much sweeter.” The gun turned towards Remy again.
“You’re not going to shoot me,” Remy denied. “You’re not going to bring de wrath of de Guilds down on your head.”
“Of course not.” Ducet snorted. “Give the idiot some credit. He told you I wasn’t stupid. Besides, I have no need to shoot you. Upstairs. Both of you.” He backed away, keeping the gun trained on them and waited until they circled to the foot of the stairs. “Keep your hands where I can see them. I have no problem shooting Dean.”
“How did you kill Keskaya?” Dean asked, his throat tight with fear and rage as he followed Remy up the stairs.
“The same way I’m going to kill your friend. Magic.” Dean didn’t have to see Ducet to know that a cruel smile twisted his features. “It was so easy. She really should have said yes to me when I proposed that we join power. Together, we could have ruled the city – and the Guilds would have known their place.”
“She turned you down.” Dean laughed. “The old girl had a lot more strength in her than you gave her credit for.”
“She wasn’t that strong.” Ducet countered. “She begged for her life at the end.”
Dean’s stomach twisted and he stumbled on the last stair. Remy started to turn to help him, but Ducet hissed. “I will kill him if you aren’t very careful.”
“I’m fine,” Dean promised, low in his throat.
“Into the study.” Ducet ordered. “Kneel in the floor.”
Helpless to do anything else, Remy obeyed. When he twisted his head to look at Ducet, his eyes were burning. “You will pay for dis.”
Ducet smiled, reaching out to flip on the overhead light. “No, but he will.” He looked at Dean. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused me? I thought that most of this mess would be behind me once you burned her coffin. Instead, you set the bitch free.”
Dean’s face twisted into an unpleasant smile. “One point for me, then.”
Ducet shook his head. “Toss me the bag. Slowly. I swear on all the powers, I will put a bullet through your head if you try anything.”
Careful to keep his hands where Ducet could see them, Dean slung the bag from his shoulder and threw it at the man’s feet. “What now?”
Ducet knelt and opened the bag with one hand, carefully keeping the gun trained on Dean at all times and one eye watching Remy like a hawk. He reached into the bag and pulled out the Spirit Jar with a relieved sigh. “I don’t know where you found another Spirit Jar. It took me three weeks to find the one you broke. This makes it a lot easier. Keskaya was more powerful than I thought. I didn’t count on her becoming a cauchemar.” He shrugged. “Just goes to show you, you’re never too old to learn something.” He continued to rummage through the bag, finally throwing it down in disgust. “Where is it? The Li Grand Zombi?”
“Not here,” Dean lied.
“So foolish.” Ducet pulled the trigger on the gun and the bullet whizzed past Dean’s head, close enough that he could feel the wind it generated. The bullet shattered into the wall. “I won’t ask you again. It’d cause me a lot of problems if you die, but there’s always your dad. I assume he’ll come looking for you and want revenge. I wonder what he’d do to get it.”
Dean’s throat closed up and for a second he couldn’t breathe. He fumbled into his jacket pocket and pulled out the velvet sack. Wordlessly he threw it to Ducet, who caught it with his free hand. Fumbling it open, Ducet smiled at the serpent charm nestled in his hand. “Good boy, Dean. You’re not as dumb as you look.”
Dean spit at him. “I hope you burn in hell.”
“Not for a long time,” Ducet promised. He reached down and picked up the Spirit Jar and glanced Remy. “I’m going to throw this to you. If you break it, I will kill Dean.”
Remy nodded, face tense. He caught the jar easily when Ducet threw it to him. “Open it. Set it in the middle of the circle already on the floor.”
Dean and Remy both glanced down at the floor, surprised to see that Ducet had drawn a series of carefully proportioned runes and symbols. Dean recognized most of them from the cemetery.
Ducet slid over a pocket knife. “Don’t think I’m doing you any favors,” he cautioned. “The blade is dull. But it should be sharp enough for you to cut your finger. Do it and press the blood to the circle.”
“Remy, no.” Dean started to stand and Ducet was suddenly next to him. The older man hit Dean in the back of the head with the gun, knocking him to the floor.
“Do it, or he dies.”
“Dean?” Dean could hear Remy’s voice, but he couldn’t focus his eyes enough to see.
“He’s sacrificing you.” Dean managed. Ducet laughed, the sound running like ice through Dean’s veins.
“Of course I am. And you’re going to help me out.”
“Like hell I will.” Dean rolled to his side and glared up as Ducet slowly slid into focus.
“Oh, you will, if only to end his screaming.” Ducet promised. “Now, cut your finger, Remy, or we’ll see how many brains the idiot has in his head. I doubt there’s enough to splatter you, but it wouldn’t be the first time I was wrong.”
“Dean.” Remy’s voice cracked and Dean heard the sound of the switch blade snapping open. He turned to watch in horror as Remy slit open the tip of his left finger. Blood welled up, oozing down the side of his hand. The Cajun looked over to where Dean still lay on the floor. “Sorry, mon ami.”
Remy’s hand was steady as he pressed his bloody finger to the circle and for a second. Dean’s whole body shook, then shook again as Ducet stumbled and Dean realized that the whole house was vibrating. The circle around Remy glowed white, then red as the blood seemed to run through it.
“Oh, shit.” Dean whispered. Ducet dropped down beside him, his knee pressed into Dean’s back as he softly spoke.
“It was a lot harder to convince Keskaya to do this. It took hours of persuasion.”
Dean’s stomach twisted again. “No wonder she wants you dead.”
“Yeah.” Ducet shrugged. “I don’t really blame her. Of course, I’m not going to let that happen.”
In the circle, Remy made a choking sound, before his whole body spasmed and then lifted off the floor to hover in mid air.
“What would you have of me, Adrien Marcel Ducet?” The voice that came from the Cajun’s mouth was much deeper than Remy’s voice and Dean gaped at him. His eyes were no longer red on black, instead they glowed a solid red. “This is the second time you have summoned me.”
Ducet held up the serpent charm. “This charm is connected with a spirit. I want you to capture it and contain it at the jar at your feet.”
Remy’s face twisted in interest, the demon’s eyes glowing brighter in interest. “What payment do you offer?”
“The one you possess. You may have him.”
The demon threw back his head and roared laughter. Dean stared, horrified, as blood began to run out of Remy’s eyes and track down his face. “Remy!”
The demon inside of Remy didn’t bother answering. Instead, it began to chant, holding out its hands for the charm, which Ducet threw at it. The house shook on its foundation again as the demon worked its magic. A vibration shook through Dean’s spine, settling in the space behind his ears until he was clasping his hands over them to try and drown out the sound. He glanced up to see Ducet do the same thing.
Time stopped. The gun was pointed at the ceiling and Dean moved. He kicked out, hitting Ducet’s knee and the bigger man crashed to the ground heavily. Dean saw the fire explode from the end of the gun, but he couldn’t hear a thing of the screaming coming from the circle. He didn’t turn to look, moving to grab the gun from Ducet’s hand.
Ducet snarled in Dean’s face, his free hand clawing for Dean’s throat as the two of them rolled over the floor. The air in the room thundered and then everything went silent. Dean could see Ducet screaming and knew that he was screaming too, but he couldn’t hear a thing. Wildly, he wondered if he’d finally gone deaf, but then he heard Keskaya’s voice.
She was begging, whispering prayers to a God she thought had forsaken her. Ducet climbed to his feet, dragging Dean up with him as they both fought for possession of the gun. He was staring over Dean’s shoulder, victory in his eyes.
“No!” Dean screamed soundlessly. He turned to see Remy’s body jerked in the air and the same shadow and light that had crawled out of the tomb two days ago was slowly being pulled into the Spirit Jar, as if by a vacuum. Forgetting everything else, Dean let go of the gun and sprinted for the circle. He flung himself through it, arms wrapping around Remy’s waist and sending them both crashing into an invisible barrier as the circle on the ground flared, keeping the demon inside.
Then he heard a gunshot. Dean closed his eyes, expecting to feel excruciating pain, but he felt nothing other than Remy’s arms sag around his neck. Then they both fell heavily to the ground, outside the circle. Remy’s head lolled on his neck and Dean rolled off him, turning to see what was happening behind him.
The Spirit Jar lay shattered, broken by the bullet that had been intended for Dean. The cauchemar spiraled out of it and then swarmed through the room until the shadow and light covered Ducet. Dean could hear him screaming, but was distracted by the feel of a hand on his face.
“You are a pretty thing.” The demon still spoke from Remy’s mouth. “I see why he’s interested in you. Risking your life for him? Risking your soul? Now, that’s bravery.”
“Get out of him.”
The demon sat up, shoving Dean to the side, and sighed. “Oh, no. He was given to me. He began the process willingly. I saw it in his mind.” The demon that was Remy hissed, tongue sliding out to lick at the blood that was still coming down his face.
“You made a deal. You can’t keep your end of it now.” Dean threatened, forcing the quivering fear inside of him aside. The demon’s eyes seemed to see right through him and it laughed.
“I know someone who is interested in you, boy. Perhaps you’d make a trade. You for this one.” Remy rose off the floor, gesturing at himself carelessly.
“No.” Dean shook his head. “You get neither of us. Your deal was with Ducet. He’s the one who summoned you. He’s the one who tasked you with a charge. He’s the one who broke your deal when he destroyed the Spirit Jar.”
The demon hissed again, tongue sliding over bloody teeth and lips. “You’re right.”
“Get out of him.” Dean commanded, standing to his feet. “You have no right to him any more.”
“Now, I didn’t come all this way to be denied a prize.” The demon glanced over to where Ducet was rigid on the floor. The con man’s clothing was shredded as Keskaya worked him over. Remy floated over to where the cauchemar was at work and cackled, glancing over at Dean. “What do you propose I do?”
Dean’s tongue was thick in his mouth. “Take Ducet. He brought it on himself.”
Again, the demon roared with laughter, the sound making Dean cover his ears. “You will torment yourself with this memory for years. I can taste it, sweet as any blood.”
“Get out of Remy. He doesn’t belong to you.” Dean ordered again, careful to keep his voice from shaking. “Your deal is your business and not ours.”
“Fine.” Remy dropped to the ground, body heavy on the floor and Ducet was suddenly freed from his paralysis. He scrambled onto his knees.
“No! You cannot do this!” He climbed to his feet and began running from the room. The floor shook under him and the wall panels began to shake, ripping free from the studs that held them in place. Dean rushed to Remy’s side and gently turned him over.
“Remy! Are you okay?”
Remy’s eyes stared upward blankly, but they had returned to their normal color. “Remy!” Dean shook him, heart thundering in his chest. “Snap out of it!” When the Cajun still didn’t react, Dean bent his head down to check for breathing. He felt nothing and frantically, he closed his mouth over Remy’s and breathed out.
“Remy, please, don’t do this! Please.” Dean sat back and shook the prone man again, relieved beyond the telling when Remy coughed.
“Oh, thank God.” Dean’s breathe exploded out of him.
“Dean?” Remy turned to look at him, eyes bleary and unfocused. Dean smiled and reached out to touch Remy’s shoulder when he suddenly found himself airborne. He hit the wall with a thud and Keskaya’s voice whispered to him.
“I warned you not to interfere.”
“Non!” Dean could see Remy scrambling over the floor, but he couldn’t speak. The air in his chest was compressing. He couldn’t even breathe. “Keskaya, non! You don’ belong here!”
Suddenly Remy stopped moving and he stood, holding something in his hand. “Dis is yours, mais non?”
Keskaya solidified as she stared at the charm in Remy’s hand. Her body was a mass of shadows, swirling in ceaseless motion, but her eyes glowed as they fixed on the charm. “Where did you get that?” Dean sagged to the floor, chest heaving as he struggled to draw in air.
“We found it,” Dean managed, his throat burning. “We want to help you.”
“How can you help me?” Keskaya’s voice filled the room as the cauchemar swirled along the floor in a mist to suddenly stand besides Remy. Her hand reached for the Li Grand Zombi longingly, but her fingers slipped through it. “I am lost.”
“Dis can help you.” Remy promised, eyes wide.
“Oui.” Keskaya whispered. She swirled again, surrounding Remy’s hand. “Help me? I know that you can.”
“What do you need me to do?” Remy asked, glancing at Dean for support. Dean was still kneeling on the floor. The rest of the house was eerily silent.
“Destroy it,” Keskaya pleaded. “Free me.”
Dean nodded and watched Remy close his hand around the charm. A soft glow rose from his fist, spilling into Keskaya. Instead of being obscured by the shadow, the light from the charm illuminated it, burning it away.
“T’ank you.” Keskaya whispered.
“Go in peace,” Dean answered. He met Remy’s eyes and then looked towards the window, which was destroyed. Remy nodded. Drawing his arm back, the Cajun flung the charm through the window. Keskaya flew with it and once it had cleared the house, it exploded in a bright light. The cauchemar’s shadows vanished, and Keskaya looked back at them from outside. She smiled and then she was gone.
Remy stood frozen in the room, his whole body shaking in reaction and Dean moved to stand beside him, catching him as Remy’s knees gave out. Together, they sank to the floor. “Ducet?” Remy whispered.
Dean shook his head. “Gone, I think. Trapped by his own magic.”
“I don’ remember.” Remy swallowed. He reached up and touched the blood drying on his face.
“Good.” Dean answered, climbing to his feet and helping Remy stand. He led them both to the bathroom and started running water in the sink. Grabbing a cloth, he soaked it and turned to gently wash Remy’s face. “Good.”
The water in the sink ran pink as Remy’s blood washed down the drain and when the last trace of it was gone, Dean leaned forward and very gently kissed Remy on the mouth. “Good.”
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Dean entered the hotel room first, conscious that Remy was only half a step behind him. His hands were shaking slightly, but he was determined not to go to pieces. He had done what he could to clean up the mess that they had made, but the house was destroyed and there was nothing he could do about that. Remy had assured Dean that the police wouldn’t be a problem and Dean had left it alone. Keskaya was gone, hopefully at peace, and he was fairly confident that his soul remained stain-free, whatever Tante Mattie had meant by that.
Ducet. Ducet got what was coming to him. Dean bit his lip, knowing that nothing would keep the demon’s laugh from haunting his dreams, and resigning himself to that. Shrugging out of his jacket, he flipped it towards the table in front of the window, not caring as it slid to the ground with a hiss of leather. He took another step into the room, not turning to look at Remy. It was done now. John would be there in a few hours and he could leave the city behind.
"Remy…" Dean began, but fell silent when the other man slid behind him. Remy leaned forward, his face falling into the crook of Dean's neck. It was strange, Dean thought as Remy's arms circled his waist, to be with someone as tall as he was.
"Do you want me to leave?" Remy's voice rumbled in Dean's ear, his breath tickling on his neck. Dean hesitated, not knowing what to say. He knew only two things; one, he would have died if hadn't been for Remy's help and two, Remy made him feel good. Slowly, he shook his head.
"No."
"Good." Remy's hand moved much more purposefully now, sliding up over Dean's stomach, careful of his wounds. "I really didn' wan' to go. Dere's unfinished business between us."
"Remy, I…" Dean caught the Cajun's hands and held them tightly for a minute as he struggled to think of something to say.
"Trust me, Dean." The words were almost a plea and Dean nodded, relaxing his grip but not letting go entirely. Instead he leaned back, tilting his head to the side and sighed.
Remy began to move again, tracing his hand, with Dean's hand still covering it, over Dean's shirt. "You wan' to take it slow, we'll take it slow." Remy promised, pressing his lips to Dean's neck and kissing softly. He let his hands roam freely and Dean grasped them tightly, not trying to stop him, but just to have something to hold on to as he slowly gave into the sensations.
This was life and this was pleasure. It wasn’t evil, it wasn’t death, it wasn’t pain. Dean sighed, eyes sliding shut. He could feel the muscles in Remy’s arms move as he carefully touched Dean everywhere he could reach. Dean groaned as Remy licked a soft trail over the corded muscle at the juncture of his shoulder and neck. One hand slid under his tee shirt and Dean's breath hitched slightly as it skimmed up and over his hip, pulling him firmly back so that his ass ground into Remy's obvious erection. “Thought you were taking it slow?” he teased.
Remy chuckled. "Not dat slow," he corrected before biting playfully at Dean's neck. It was odd, Dean thought with the part of his brain that was still coherent, but not bad to feel another man's erection prodding at him. It gave him a sense of power that he hadn't felt in a long time, knowing that Remy wanted him, and he felt his own arousal grow. Remy's other hand brushed down and over the slight bulge in Dean's jeans and Dean tightened his grip, holding Remy's hand in place. Delighted, the Cajun massaged him through the material, making Dean whimper low in his throat.
"Dat's good," Remy encouraged him. "Relax."
Dean froze when both of Remy's hands moved to the button on his jeans, but he didn't interfere as Remy slowly unfastened them, tugging the zipper down gently, until only his cotton boxers were between Remy's hand and his skin. Swallowing hard, Dean looked down and watched as Remy's hand played over the now obvious bulge.
Remy's hands were as big as his own, the fingers long and dexterous, the skin calloused and tanned. It was one of the most surreal and erotic sights Dean had ever seen and he hesitantly ground his hips backwards, wanting to feel Remy's reaction.
"Mon Dieu," Remy hissed against his neck. "Dat feels good."
"So does this," Dean choked out as he squeezed Remy's hand. His breathing sped up and he panted slightly when Remy's hand finally slid past the barrier to wrap around warm flesh. "Oh, God, don't stop."
"No phone calls dis time," Remy ordered, his tongue slipping out to swirl around Dean's earlobe. "No cauchemars, no ghosts, no hidden closets, not'ing but you and me dis time."
"Fair enough," Dean managed, eyes still riveted on Remy's hand as it freed his erection from the cloth. Remy made a fist around the hot flesh, stroking slowly and surely, pausing at random to swipe his thumb over the tip and spreading the sticky moisture he found there onto Dean's shaft. When Dean's hips thrust forward of their own volition, he let go of Remy's hand, reaching behind him and clutching at Remy's thigh, pulling them closer together.
Remy continued to stroke Dean with maddening slowness, but at the extra encouragement, he began thrusting his hips forward, driving his own erection against Dean's ass and enjoying the friction.
"You are wearing too many clothes," Dean finally whispered and Remy laughed. Turning slowly so that Remy's hand remained where it was, Dean faced the Cajun finally, and grabbed the bottom of Remy's shirt. With a quick tug, he pulled it up and Remy stepped back long enough that the shirt slid over his head. Then he reached down and began to teasingly stroke Dean again. His free hand went to the back of Dean's neck and pulled him close until their mouths met.
Dean's head was swimming, but he took control of the kiss, aggressively plunging his tongue into Remy's mouth and exploring while Remy's fingers danced over his aching flesh. The sensation of Remy's stubble rubbing against his own drove him mad and Dean broke the kiss to press his mouth to the base of Remy's throat. Dean dragged his hands upward, exploring the lean muscles of Remy's stomach and enjoying the way he squirmed slightly. Remy was alive. He was breathing. He was alive. Dean could feel the other man’s heartbeat and he traced his fingers over Remy’s side so that he twitched.
Dean laughed, the sound muffled against Remy's throat. "Ticklish?" He could feel Remy's smile even as the Cajun shook his head.
"Non."
"Liar,” Dean accused, brushing his knuckles over Remy's side and making him squirm again. He wasn't expecting Remy to react, so when he found his hands seized and felt himself being spun to land with his back to the wall, he gasped.
Remy was smirking in his face. "I said non. Be good."
"Oh, I will be," Dean promised leaning forward to catch Remy's mouth again. This time Remy took charge of the kiss, backing away when Dean fought for control, lips dancing over the corners of Dean's mouth and down over his chin until Dean relaxed. Remy kissed him again softly, before coaxing Dean's mouth open with his tongue.
Dean groaned, frustrated, and pushed his hips forward so that his erection brushed against the fabric of Remy's pants. Remy obligingly dropped one hand between them and began to stroke Dean again, tsking when Dean pushed forward.
"Slowly,” Remy ordered. "Remy plans to enjoy dis."
Dean sighed but didn't object when Remy wrapped his hand around Dean's now throbbing erection. Dean groaned at the continued torturously slow speed at which Remy's hand was moving, but froze when Remy's tongue slid over his at the same speed. He pulled his hands away from where Remy loosely held them over his head and Remy let him go without any fuss.
Pleased, Dean went back to exploring Remy's chest. He didn't tickle again, enjoying himself too much to risk Remy stopping their game, but he did flick his thumbs over each of Remy's nipples. Remy moaned his encouragement into Dean's mouth and he pinched the two tips in his fingers, rolling them slowly until Remy finally broke the kiss.
Dean took advantage of his temporary distraction and turned them so that Remy was pressed against the wall. Dipping his head, Dean ran his tongue from the base of Remy's throat down to his left nipple. He licked it slowly, laving it with his tongue until it peaked enough that he could bite down. Remy hissed and Dean angled himself so that he could suck the sensitive tip into his mouth, where he ran his tongue over it again and again until Remy's hand fisted in his hair and dragged him upward.
Stumbling backwards, Dean met Remy's frantic kiss with a rising demanding need of his own. When the back of his legs hit the bed, he toppled over with no thought except to drag the Cajun down on top of him.
Remy landed on him with an awkward grunt, making Dean laugh. “Real graceful, man.”
“Shut up.” Remy ordered, pulling Dean’s shirt up and over his head. His movements were slightly jerky, betraying his eagerness and Dean forgot all about making fun of him in his haste to help get rid of as much clothing as possible. Flinging his shirt somewhere to the side, he reached for Remy, pulling their mouths together in a frantic kiss. Dean’s hands explored Remy’s back and Remy’s hands were everywhere.
Remy finally pulled away, pushing Dean down on his back. Sliding his fingers in Dean’s jeans and boxers he pulled down and Dean lifted his hips, letting Remy push the clothes down until they were bunched around his ankles. Then he dipped his head and licked a wet trail down Dean’s belly.
Dean bunched the comforter in his hands, trying to keep from shaking as Remy’s tongue lapped in his navel. “Oh, God.”
Remy paused, glancing up with a smug grin. “Non, not God. Remy.”
Dean titled his head so he could see Remy’s face and managed, “You’re an arrogant… Ahhhh.” The last of his sentence was lost in a hiss as Remy finally reached his destination and swallowed the head of Dean’s dick in his mouth. “Fuck, Remy!”
Remy laughed, the vibration making the sensation even more intense and Dean made a noise low in his throat. His whole body was rigid, and the only thing he could focus on was the hot and wet heat surrounding his dick. Then Remy did something creative with his tongue and Dean let out a long moan. “Don’t stop, fuck! Just don’t stop.”
Remy hummed his agreement, his hands roaming up over Dean’s thighs, pushing them apart slightly as he settled more comfortably between them. Dean couldn’t tear his eyes away as Remy licked him, tongue swirling and darting and pulling noises out of Dean’s throat that he wasn’t sure he’d ever heard before, let alone made.
When it got to be too much, Dean dropped his head and closed his eyes. His fingers spasmed on the comforter and he made the supreme effort to speak. “Stop… I can’t…”
Remy let Dean slide out of his mouth with a soft sucking sound and stood up. Dean opened his eyes and watched as Remy stripped out of the jeans that he’d stolen from Dean, the fabric peeling down to reveal a perfectly toned and muscled body. Dean’s breathing grew even more shallow as he realized that despite everything he’d previously thought, a man’s body could be equally erotic as a woman’s. Remy moved away from the bed and Dean pushed up on his arms to appreciate the tight backside moving away from him. “Where are you going?”
“To get dese,” Remy replied, pulling a small bag from his jacket pocket. Dean recognized it from a stop they’d made in a convenient store earlier that evening, a lifetime ago. Remy opened the bag and pulled out a box of condoms and a small bottle that Dean recognized. His stomach tightened in a mix of fear and desire. He wasn’t sure what his expression betrayed, but Remy’s face softened and when he came to the bed he sat beside Dean and ran one gentle hand along the side of Dean’s hair. “We’ll go slow.”
“I’m…” He swallowed.
“Do you wan’ to stop?” Remy asked, the tightness of his voice betraying his disappointment, but he didn’t stop stroking Dean’s hair. “We can stop.”
Dean took a deep breath, but finally he shook his head. “No, don’t stop.” He leaned up slowly and kissed Remy deeply. Remy let him control it, moving only when Dean pulled him down on top of him again. Remy shifted, so that his erection lined up with Dean’s and then he moved his hips slowly, dragging them together. Dean broke the kiss and moaned.
“God, Remy. That feels…”
“Good, oui.” Remy’s eyes were bright with lust and Dean stared at them, red on black, wondering how he’d ever mistaken them for the eyes of a demon. There was too much life, too much laughter in their depths, for them to ever belong to something evil.
Remy slid over to the side, opening the lube and slicking his fingers with it before reaching down to brush over Dean’s erection again. The sensation shot through Dean like lightening and he grunted, kicking his jeans free. Hesitantly, he reached for Remy, looking up to see the other man nodding encouragement. “Touch me?” Remy asked, almost begging, and Dean obeyed.
Remy chest was muscled, but not too heavily and Dean let his fingers trail down to Remy’s belly. There was a sparse trial of hair leading lower and Dean kept his eyes on Remy’s as he slowly followed it down to take the other man’s erection in his hand. Remy’s skin was hot, but soft and smooth. He bit his lip as Dean tentatively explored him, groaning when Dean flicked his thumb over the shaft.
“What do you want?” Dean asked. He was surprised when Remy kissed him, turning them so that Dean was lying on his back again, his legs spread and Remy lying between them.
“Jus’ you.” Remy promised. Dean tensed when he felt Remy’s fingers slide lower, searching for his opening. He forced himself to breathe, which quickly turned to a gasp when Remy pushed his hips forward, dragging his erection over Dean’s. Remy kept teasing Dean that way as he slid first one and then two fingers inside him.
Dean grunted, the burning sensation quickly fading, overshadowed by the sheer want that radiated from his belly. Remy flicked his fingers forward and Dean’s whole body arched with pleasure. “Shit! Oh, God.”
“Relax,” Remy ordered softly, his lips kissing down over Dean’s neck as his fingers flicked the same spot inside Dean over and over, until Dean was trembling.
“What are you doing to me?” Dean demanded, raggedly. Remy finally stopped, sliding a condom on with practiced ease and lining up to push inside Dean. Despite himself, Dean tensed.
“Remy.”
“Dean.” Remy’s voice was tight with lust, but he waited, giving Dean the chance to stop him. “Mon Dieu, please…”
Dean took a shuddering breath and nodded. “Yes.” He closed his eyes, waiting for it, but his eyes flew open again when Remy bit his shoulder – hard.
“Ouch, man! What the fuck?”
Remy pushed inside in one fluid motion and Dean forgot about the pain in his shoulder as he thought for a wild second that he was being split in half. “Sorry,” Remy whispered, kissing the place where he had bitten. He rained kisses over Dean’s shoulders and neck, finally kissing his mouth again as Dean adjusted the sensation of having Remy inside him.
The burning faded and Dean finally breathed out in relief. “No offense, but I’m not sure that this lives up to the promise.”
Remy chuckled, kissing Dean’s lips once more. “It will, cher. It will.” Then he began to move. At first it just hurt again and Dean tensed, but Remy reached down and took Dean’s softening erection in his hand. Slowly, he stroked until Dean’s hips jerked. Then he pushed in deeper, hitting the same spot that had nearly shattered Dean before and Dean went rigid.
“Oh, God.”
“I tol’ you, not God. Remy.” Remy’s laugh was shaky, but he sounded pleased with himself and Dean reached up to lightly sock him in the shoulder.
“Shut up.”
“Oui.” Remy agreed, moving his wrist faster as Dean groaned.
“More.” Dean ordered and Remy sped up. He watched him, amazed at the sensations racing through his body. “Oh, God, Remy, please, more.”
Remy obliged and Dean felt his orgasm gather in his stomach before it ripped through him. His whole body contracted around Remy, his release spraying over both of their stomachs. Above him, Remy moaned, thrusting harder and then stilling as his body went rigid. He fell forward a second later, landing heavily on Dean’s chest.
Dean wrapped his arms around Remy and held them both still. Then he started to laugh.
Remy lifted his head and raised one lazy eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”
“That was nothing like what I expected.” Dean admitted, wincing slightly as Remy pulled out of him.
“Non?”
“Non,” Dean teased. “But it was better.”
Remy shifted so that he lie on his side next to Dean. One arm was bent under his head and his free hand traced over the welts that still crossed Dean’s belly. His eyes were still smoldering and Dean’s breath caught. “What’s wrong?”
“You t’ought about dis?” Remy asked, his voice sliding over Dean like water. Dean nodded and Remy’s lips quirked into a wicked smile. “I wan’ to know every naughty and sordid detail.”
Dean started laughing again, rolling so that he lay on top of Remy. He leaned down and kissed him, still chuckling as Remy’s hands moved to cup his ass. “Why?” Dean demanded with an equally evil grin. “Are you going to live out my fantasies?”
Remy chuckled. “Of course. No more nightmares.” He licked at Dean’s throat. “Not tonight.”
“Dude,” Dean moved to whisper into Remy’s ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe. “If we’re going to act out all my fantasies, you’d better have more condoms than that. I have a vast imagination. Too much television.”
Remy answering laugh was cut off with Dean’s mouth.
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Dean’s cell phone pulled him out of a deep sleep and he reached for it automatically. Flipping it open he held it to his ear and grunted.
“Dean?”
“Dad?”
“Hey, son. I’m about fifteen minutes away. Ducet isn’t answering his phone. Do you know where he is?”
Dean sighed. “That’s a long story.”
John was silent for a moment before he growled. “I told you to wait.”
“Yeah, you did.” Dean acknowledged. “But this was my hunt and I took care of things.”
“Dean.”
“Dad, just… I’ll tell you about it when you get here.” Dean promised. “See you in a few minutes.” He hung up and rolled over with a sigh. He reached for Remy, intending to wake him up and send him on his way before John got there, but the other half of the bed was empty. Sitting up, Dean glanced at the bathroom, but it was empty too.
The door was locked from the inside, the chain still in place, but Remy’s clothes were gone – along with Dean’s favorite pair of jeans. Flopping back, Dean stretched slowly, wondering if he had time for a shower before John got there. His hand slid over a piece of paper under his pillow and he withdrew it curiously.
The Ace of Hearts. Grinning, Dean flipped the card over and saw a phone number scrawled on the back. “Arrogant bastard,” Dean chuckled, before climbing out of bed and heading for the shower. He stopped by the bedside table and carefully slid the folded card into his wallet.
Glancing outside, Dean saw that it promised to be a brilliant day . The storms of the past few days were gone. Pleased, he hoped that he could convince his father to do some sightseeing before they left.
After all, he loved New Orleans.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
Author:
wizefics Crossover: Supernatural/X-Men, written as part of the
sncross_bigbangDisclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of their respective owners.
Type: Slash casefile, pre-series for Supernatural
Word Count: ~33,000
Characters: Dean Winchester and Remy LeBeau
Warnings: NC17 for sexual content, language and violence
Spoilers: None, if you're familiar with Supernatural. Random bits of Remy LeBeau's past and his powers. This story is not really set in any particular X story line.
Artist:
la_conquistador Link to Art: Amazing artwork and icons!
Summary: Thirty-five minutes. That's all Dean needed for this job. As long as everything went according to plan, of course.
But this is New Orleans, and nothing ever goes to plan. When Dean is interrupted mid-job by a stranger who strongly resembles a demon, the Plan is blown to hell and back. Dean eventually must join forces with the mysterious Remy LeBeau to try and undo the damage that they have done. Of course, Remy makes no secret about the fact that he has a secondary motivation that causes him to race around New Orleans to try and capture a vengeful spirit.
Author’s Notes: I owe a lot of thanks for this story. First, this story was written for
windiain. I hope you enjoy it! Secondly, this story would never have made it this far if it weren't for the help and encouragement of catwomyn5 and pdantzler2. Lastly, I must give all thanks and praise to my wonderful beta readers escritoireazul and dramady. They have made this story much better than it was.I must also thank
la_conquistador, whose artwork provided me with the inspiration I needed to get over the last few hurdles. For those who think this looks familiar, I started posting it some months back, then realized I had a much bigger story here. I've rewritten the entire fic, and suggest that you consider starting at the beginning. Thanks to those who encouraged me!
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Ch. 7
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Keskaya’s house was dark when Dean drove by. Lights glittered from the windows of other houses, but all were quiet. This was a neighborhood more suited for Sunday afternoon street football games and rocking chair debates than a riotous nightlife. Dean could only hope that it would stay that way by the time they were done.
“You okay?” Remy asked softly. He was watching Dean carefully.
“I’m fine.” Dean forced a smile, but his stomach was a mass of dread. He kept feeling the sensation of Keskaya’s whip on his skin.
“Hey.” Remy reached out and caught his hand. “You don’ have to do dis. We can leave. Or I can do it.”
“No.” Dean’s voice was flat. “I’m not letting you do this without me.” He took a breath and forced himself to sound calmer. “And I can’t walk away. Keskaya can’t walk away and I can’t leave her like that.”
“She tried to kill you.”
“It’s not her fault.” Dean’s fingers shook in Remy’s hand and the Cajun squeezed them.
“I’ll be wit’ you. Not’ing gonna happen. I promise.”
His smile faltered. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Remy.” He pulled his hand away and climbed out of the car. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but the Grand Zombi in his pocket seemed to grow warmer. “Are you sure you want to do this? I wouldn’t think less of you if you walked away.”
“Remy’d t’ink less of himself.” The Cajun shut the door and leaned against it, looking back down the street at Keskaya’s house. “I don’ walk away from friends who need my help.”
“Is that what I am?” Dean asked, opening the trunk and pulling out the bag he’d carefully packed earlier. “Your friend?”
“Oui.” Remy turned to him and grinned slyly. “Tho’, Remy was hopin’ you’d be a friend wit’ benefits.”
“Do you ever think about anything besides sex?” Dean asked, amusement forcing the fear back in his stomach.
“Oui. Sometimes, I t’ink about food.” Remy answered solemnly, making Dean chuckle.
“Asshole.”
“It’s part of my charm.” Remy fell into step beside him as they walked to the house. A car horn honked in the distance and a dog barked in response.
Dean ducked to the side of the house and Remy followed silently. They climbed over the fence and Dean stood back to let Remy work his magic on the locks. Dean glanced over the backyard, hoping that he was right and that Ducet would show up. Remy apparently was thinking the same thing.
“How long are we gonna wait?” Remy asked softly, pushing the door open and letting them both into the kitchen.
Dean shrugged. “As long as it takes. I don’t know if Keskaya will be after me for interfering last night, but I’d rather find out now than in a week. And Ducet isn’t a fool. He’s going to be looking for her Li Grand Zombi to try and send her spirit away.”
“Thanks for the glowing assessment.” The comment was followed by the click of a gun as it cocked and Dean and Remy both froze. The living room was pitch black, the curtains blocking even the meager light outside from entering. A flashlight flared to life, showing Ducet standing in the living room and pointing a pistol at them. He looked like hell. He was wearing suit pants and a white button down shirt that had blood stains lining the arms, chest and stomach.
Looking at them made Dean’s own wounds twitch and he resisted the urge to cover his stomach. “Take it easy.”
“I will.” Ducet promised. “As soon as you hand over the Li Grand Zombi.” He shook his head. “I have to admit, I didn’t think you were smart enough to figure it out. You had no idea what was going on when I talked to you the other day.”
“You weren’t exactly close-mouthed about it,” Dean retorted, stung.
“No, I wasn’t. But then I thought you’d bolt.”
Remy was edging away from Dean, trying to put space between them and force Ducet to divide his attention, but the con man shook the gun slightly, halting Remy’s movements. “Your company leaves a lot to be desired.”
“Dude, I have no idea what your problem with Remy is.”
“My problem isn’t with Remy. It’s with the Thieves Guild. They think they run this city and when they say jump, heaven help those of us who don’t. Cowards, all of them, hiding behind their anonymity and their assassins.”
Dean’s eyes widened and he turned to see Remy’s face harden. “I’m not de one hidin’ behind a gun, homme. Careful who you call coward.”
“Thieves Guild?” Dean repeated and Remy glanced at him, before looking away.
“Remy tol’ you it was complicated.”
“You didn’t know?” Ducet chortled. “You really are as stupid as I thought you were.”
Dean stepped forward, hands fisting at his side, but Ducet lifted the gun and pointed it at his face. “No, no. Be a good boy.”
“You set me up, you son of a bitch,” Dean growled, though he stayed where he was. “You played me.”
“Like a piano.” Ducet grinned. “Though I couldn’t have anticipated it’d work out this well. You brought me just the thing I needed to make my victory that much sweeter.” The gun turned towards Remy again.
“You’re not going to shoot me,” Remy denied. “You’re not going to bring de wrath of de Guilds down on your head.”
“Of course not.” Ducet snorted. “Give the idiot some credit. He told you I wasn’t stupid. Besides, I have no need to shoot you. Upstairs. Both of you.” He backed away, keeping the gun trained on them and waited until they circled to the foot of the stairs. “Keep your hands where I can see them. I have no problem shooting Dean.”
“How did you kill Keskaya?” Dean asked, his throat tight with fear and rage as he followed Remy up the stairs.
“The same way I’m going to kill your friend. Magic.” Dean didn’t have to see Ducet to know that a cruel smile twisted his features. “It was so easy. She really should have said yes to me when I proposed that we join power. Together, we could have ruled the city – and the Guilds would have known their place.”
“She turned you down.” Dean laughed. “The old girl had a lot more strength in her than you gave her credit for.”
“She wasn’t that strong.” Ducet countered. “She begged for her life at the end.”
Dean’s stomach twisted and he stumbled on the last stair. Remy started to turn to help him, but Ducet hissed. “I will kill him if you aren’t very careful.”
“I’m fine,” Dean promised, low in his throat.
“Into the study.” Ducet ordered. “Kneel in the floor.”
Helpless to do anything else, Remy obeyed. When he twisted his head to look at Ducet, his eyes were burning. “You will pay for dis.”
Ducet smiled, reaching out to flip on the overhead light. “No, but he will.” He looked at Dean. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused me? I thought that most of this mess would be behind me once you burned her coffin. Instead, you set the bitch free.”
Dean’s face twisted into an unpleasant smile. “One point for me, then.”
Ducet shook his head. “Toss me the bag. Slowly. I swear on all the powers, I will put a bullet through your head if you try anything.”
Careful to keep his hands where Ducet could see them, Dean slung the bag from his shoulder and threw it at the man’s feet. “What now?”
Ducet knelt and opened the bag with one hand, carefully keeping the gun trained on Dean at all times and one eye watching Remy like a hawk. He reached into the bag and pulled out the Spirit Jar with a relieved sigh. “I don’t know where you found another Spirit Jar. It took me three weeks to find the one you broke. This makes it a lot easier. Keskaya was more powerful than I thought. I didn’t count on her becoming a cauchemar.” He shrugged. “Just goes to show you, you’re never too old to learn something.” He continued to rummage through the bag, finally throwing it down in disgust. “Where is it? The Li Grand Zombi?”
“Not here,” Dean lied.
“So foolish.” Ducet pulled the trigger on the gun and the bullet whizzed past Dean’s head, close enough that he could feel the wind it generated. The bullet shattered into the wall. “I won’t ask you again. It’d cause me a lot of problems if you die, but there’s always your dad. I assume he’ll come looking for you and want revenge. I wonder what he’d do to get it.”
Dean’s throat closed up and for a second he couldn’t breathe. He fumbled into his jacket pocket and pulled out the velvet sack. Wordlessly he threw it to Ducet, who caught it with his free hand. Fumbling it open, Ducet smiled at the serpent charm nestled in his hand. “Good boy, Dean. You’re not as dumb as you look.”
Dean spit at him. “I hope you burn in hell.”
“Not for a long time,” Ducet promised. He reached down and picked up the Spirit Jar and glanced Remy. “I’m going to throw this to you. If you break it, I will kill Dean.”
Remy nodded, face tense. He caught the jar easily when Ducet threw it to him. “Open it. Set it in the middle of the circle already on the floor.”
Dean and Remy both glanced down at the floor, surprised to see that Ducet had drawn a series of carefully proportioned runes and symbols. Dean recognized most of them from the cemetery.
Ducet slid over a pocket knife. “Don’t think I’m doing you any favors,” he cautioned. “The blade is dull. But it should be sharp enough for you to cut your finger. Do it and press the blood to the circle.”
“Remy, no.” Dean started to stand and Ducet was suddenly next to him. The older man hit Dean in the back of the head with the gun, knocking him to the floor.
“Do it, or he dies.”
“Dean?” Dean could hear Remy’s voice, but he couldn’t focus his eyes enough to see.
“He’s sacrificing you.” Dean managed. Ducet laughed, the sound running like ice through Dean’s veins.
“Of course I am. And you’re going to help me out.”
“Like hell I will.” Dean rolled to his side and glared up as Ducet slowly slid into focus.
“Oh, you will, if only to end his screaming.” Ducet promised. “Now, cut your finger, Remy, or we’ll see how many brains the idiot has in his head. I doubt there’s enough to splatter you, but it wouldn’t be the first time I was wrong.”
“Dean.” Remy’s voice cracked and Dean heard the sound of the switch blade snapping open. He turned to watch in horror as Remy slit open the tip of his left finger. Blood welled up, oozing down the side of his hand. The Cajun looked over to where Dean still lay on the floor. “Sorry, mon ami.”
Remy’s hand was steady as he pressed his bloody finger to the circle and for a second. Dean’s whole body shook, then shook again as Ducet stumbled and Dean realized that the whole house was vibrating. The circle around Remy glowed white, then red as the blood seemed to run through it.
“Oh, shit.” Dean whispered. Ducet dropped down beside him, his knee pressed into Dean’s back as he softly spoke.
“It was a lot harder to convince Keskaya to do this. It took hours of persuasion.”
Dean’s stomach twisted again. “No wonder she wants you dead.”
“Yeah.” Ducet shrugged. “I don’t really blame her. Of course, I’m not going to let that happen.”
In the circle, Remy made a choking sound, before his whole body spasmed and then lifted off the floor to hover in mid air.
“What would you have of me, Adrien Marcel Ducet?” The voice that came from the Cajun’s mouth was much deeper than Remy’s voice and Dean gaped at him. His eyes were no longer red on black, instead they glowed a solid red. “This is the second time you have summoned me.”
Ducet held up the serpent charm. “This charm is connected with a spirit. I want you to capture it and contain it at the jar at your feet.”
Remy’s face twisted in interest, the demon’s eyes glowing brighter in interest. “What payment do you offer?”
“The one you possess. You may have him.”
The demon threw back his head and roared laughter. Dean stared, horrified, as blood began to run out of Remy’s eyes and track down his face. “Remy!”
The demon inside of Remy didn’t bother answering. Instead, it began to chant, holding out its hands for the charm, which Ducet threw at it. The house shook on its foundation again as the demon worked its magic. A vibration shook through Dean’s spine, settling in the space behind his ears until he was clasping his hands over them to try and drown out the sound. He glanced up to see Ducet do the same thing.
Time stopped. The gun was pointed at the ceiling and Dean moved. He kicked out, hitting Ducet’s knee and the bigger man crashed to the ground heavily. Dean saw the fire explode from the end of the gun, but he couldn’t hear a thing of the screaming coming from the circle. He didn’t turn to look, moving to grab the gun from Ducet’s hand.
Ducet snarled in Dean’s face, his free hand clawing for Dean’s throat as the two of them rolled over the floor. The air in the room thundered and then everything went silent. Dean could see Ducet screaming and knew that he was screaming too, but he couldn’t hear a thing. Wildly, he wondered if he’d finally gone deaf, but then he heard Keskaya’s voice.
She was begging, whispering prayers to a God she thought had forsaken her. Ducet climbed to his feet, dragging Dean up with him as they both fought for possession of the gun. He was staring over Dean’s shoulder, victory in his eyes.
“No!” Dean screamed soundlessly. He turned to see Remy’s body jerked in the air and the same shadow and light that had crawled out of the tomb two days ago was slowly being pulled into the Spirit Jar, as if by a vacuum. Forgetting everything else, Dean let go of the gun and sprinted for the circle. He flung himself through it, arms wrapping around Remy’s waist and sending them both crashing into an invisible barrier as the circle on the ground flared, keeping the demon inside.
Then he heard a gunshot. Dean closed his eyes, expecting to feel excruciating pain, but he felt nothing other than Remy’s arms sag around his neck. Then they both fell heavily to the ground, outside the circle. Remy’s head lolled on his neck and Dean rolled off him, turning to see what was happening behind him.
The Spirit Jar lay shattered, broken by the bullet that had been intended for Dean. The cauchemar spiraled out of it and then swarmed through the room until the shadow and light covered Ducet. Dean could hear him screaming, but was distracted by the feel of a hand on his face.
“You are a pretty thing.” The demon still spoke from Remy’s mouth. “I see why he’s interested in you. Risking your life for him? Risking your soul? Now, that’s bravery.”
“Get out of him.”
The demon sat up, shoving Dean to the side, and sighed. “Oh, no. He was given to me. He began the process willingly. I saw it in his mind.” The demon that was Remy hissed, tongue sliding out to lick at the blood that was still coming down his face.
“You made a deal. You can’t keep your end of it now.” Dean threatened, forcing the quivering fear inside of him aside. The demon’s eyes seemed to see right through him and it laughed.
“I know someone who is interested in you, boy. Perhaps you’d make a trade. You for this one.” Remy rose off the floor, gesturing at himself carelessly.
“No.” Dean shook his head. “You get neither of us. Your deal was with Ducet. He’s the one who summoned you. He’s the one who tasked you with a charge. He’s the one who broke your deal when he destroyed the Spirit Jar.”
The demon hissed again, tongue sliding over bloody teeth and lips. “You’re right.”
“Get out of him.” Dean commanded, standing to his feet. “You have no right to him any more.”
“Now, I didn’t come all this way to be denied a prize.” The demon glanced over to where Ducet was rigid on the floor. The con man’s clothing was shredded as Keskaya worked him over. Remy floated over to where the cauchemar was at work and cackled, glancing over at Dean. “What do you propose I do?”
Dean’s tongue was thick in his mouth. “Take Ducet. He brought it on himself.”
Again, the demon roared with laughter, the sound making Dean cover his ears. “You will torment yourself with this memory for years. I can taste it, sweet as any blood.”
“Get out of Remy. He doesn’t belong to you.” Dean ordered again, careful to keep his voice from shaking. “Your deal is your business and not ours.”
“Fine.” Remy dropped to the ground, body heavy on the floor and Ducet was suddenly freed from his paralysis. He scrambled onto his knees.
“No! You cannot do this!” He climbed to his feet and began running from the room. The floor shook under him and the wall panels began to shake, ripping free from the studs that held them in place. Dean rushed to Remy’s side and gently turned him over.
“Remy! Are you okay?”
Remy’s eyes stared upward blankly, but they had returned to their normal color. “Remy!” Dean shook him, heart thundering in his chest. “Snap out of it!” When the Cajun still didn’t react, Dean bent his head down to check for breathing. He felt nothing and frantically, he closed his mouth over Remy’s and breathed out.
“Remy, please, don’t do this! Please.” Dean sat back and shook the prone man again, relieved beyond the telling when Remy coughed.
“Oh, thank God.” Dean’s breathe exploded out of him.
“Dean?” Remy turned to look at him, eyes bleary and unfocused. Dean smiled and reached out to touch Remy’s shoulder when he suddenly found himself airborne. He hit the wall with a thud and Keskaya’s voice whispered to him.
“I warned you not to interfere.”
“Non!” Dean could see Remy scrambling over the floor, but he couldn’t speak. The air in his chest was compressing. He couldn’t even breathe. “Keskaya, non! You don’ belong here!”
Suddenly Remy stopped moving and he stood, holding something in his hand. “Dis is yours, mais non?”
Keskaya solidified as she stared at the charm in Remy’s hand. Her body was a mass of shadows, swirling in ceaseless motion, but her eyes glowed as they fixed on the charm. “Where did you get that?” Dean sagged to the floor, chest heaving as he struggled to draw in air.
“We found it,” Dean managed, his throat burning. “We want to help you.”
“How can you help me?” Keskaya’s voice filled the room as the cauchemar swirled along the floor in a mist to suddenly stand besides Remy. Her hand reached for the Li Grand Zombi longingly, but her fingers slipped through it. “I am lost.”
“Dis can help you.” Remy promised, eyes wide.
“Oui.” Keskaya whispered. She swirled again, surrounding Remy’s hand. “Help me? I know that you can.”
“What do you need me to do?” Remy asked, glancing at Dean for support. Dean was still kneeling on the floor. The rest of the house was eerily silent.
“Destroy it,” Keskaya pleaded. “Free me.”
Dean nodded and watched Remy close his hand around the charm. A soft glow rose from his fist, spilling into Keskaya. Instead of being obscured by the shadow, the light from the charm illuminated it, burning it away.
“T’ank you.” Keskaya whispered.
“Go in peace,” Dean answered. He met Remy’s eyes and then looked towards the window, which was destroyed. Remy nodded. Drawing his arm back, the Cajun flung the charm through the window. Keskaya flew with it and once it had cleared the house, it exploded in a bright light. The cauchemar’s shadows vanished, and Keskaya looked back at them from outside. She smiled and then she was gone.
Remy stood frozen in the room, his whole body shaking in reaction and Dean moved to stand beside him, catching him as Remy’s knees gave out. Together, they sank to the floor. “Ducet?” Remy whispered.
Dean shook his head. “Gone, I think. Trapped by his own magic.”
“I don’ remember.” Remy swallowed. He reached up and touched the blood drying on his face.
“Good.” Dean answered, climbing to his feet and helping Remy stand. He led them both to the bathroom and started running water in the sink. Grabbing a cloth, he soaked it and turned to gently wash Remy’s face. “Good.”
The water in the sink ran pink as Remy’s blood washed down the drain and when the last trace of it was gone, Dean leaned forward and very gently kissed Remy on the mouth. “Good.”
Dean entered the hotel room first, conscious that Remy was only half a step behind him. His hands were shaking slightly, but he was determined not to go to pieces. He had done what he could to clean up the mess that they had made, but the house was destroyed and there was nothing he could do about that. Remy had assured Dean that the police wouldn’t be a problem and Dean had left it alone. Keskaya was gone, hopefully at peace, and he was fairly confident that his soul remained stain-free, whatever Tante Mattie had meant by that.
Ducet. Ducet got what was coming to him. Dean bit his lip, knowing that nothing would keep the demon’s laugh from haunting his dreams, and resigning himself to that. Shrugging out of his jacket, he flipped it towards the table in front of the window, not caring as it slid to the ground with a hiss of leather. He took another step into the room, not turning to look at Remy. It was done now. John would be there in a few hours and he could leave the city behind.
"Remy…" Dean began, but fell silent when the other man slid behind him. Remy leaned forward, his face falling into the crook of Dean's neck. It was strange, Dean thought as Remy's arms circled his waist, to be with someone as tall as he was.
"Do you want me to leave?" Remy's voice rumbled in Dean's ear, his breath tickling on his neck. Dean hesitated, not knowing what to say. He knew only two things; one, he would have died if hadn't been for Remy's help and two, Remy made him feel good. Slowly, he shook his head.
"No."
"Good." Remy's hand moved much more purposefully now, sliding up over Dean's stomach, careful of his wounds. "I really didn' wan' to go. Dere's unfinished business between us."
"Remy, I…" Dean caught the Cajun's hands and held them tightly for a minute as he struggled to think of something to say.
"Trust me, Dean." The words were almost a plea and Dean nodded, relaxing his grip but not letting go entirely. Instead he leaned back, tilting his head to the side and sighed.
Remy began to move again, tracing his hand, with Dean's hand still covering it, over Dean's shirt. "You wan' to take it slow, we'll take it slow." Remy promised, pressing his lips to Dean's neck and kissing softly. He let his hands roam freely and Dean grasped them tightly, not trying to stop him, but just to have something to hold on to as he slowly gave into the sensations.
This was life and this was pleasure. It wasn’t evil, it wasn’t death, it wasn’t pain. Dean sighed, eyes sliding shut. He could feel the muscles in Remy’s arms move as he carefully touched Dean everywhere he could reach. Dean groaned as Remy licked a soft trail over the corded muscle at the juncture of his shoulder and neck. One hand slid under his tee shirt and Dean's breath hitched slightly as it skimmed up and over his hip, pulling him firmly back so that his ass ground into Remy's obvious erection. “Thought you were taking it slow?” he teased.
Remy chuckled. "Not dat slow," he corrected before biting playfully at Dean's neck. It was odd, Dean thought with the part of his brain that was still coherent, but not bad to feel another man's erection prodding at him. It gave him a sense of power that he hadn't felt in a long time, knowing that Remy wanted him, and he felt his own arousal grow. Remy's other hand brushed down and over the slight bulge in Dean's jeans and Dean tightened his grip, holding Remy's hand in place. Delighted, the Cajun massaged him through the material, making Dean whimper low in his throat.
"Dat's good," Remy encouraged him. "Relax."
Dean froze when both of Remy's hands moved to the button on his jeans, but he didn't interfere as Remy slowly unfastened them, tugging the zipper down gently, until only his cotton boxers were between Remy's hand and his skin. Swallowing hard, Dean looked down and watched as Remy's hand played over the now obvious bulge.
Remy's hands were as big as his own, the fingers long and dexterous, the skin calloused and tanned. It was one of the most surreal and erotic sights Dean had ever seen and he hesitantly ground his hips backwards, wanting to feel Remy's reaction.
"Mon Dieu," Remy hissed against his neck. "Dat feels good."
"So does this," Dean choked out as he squeezed Remy's hand. His breathing sped up and he panted slightly when Remy's hand finally slid past the barrier to wrap around warm flesh. "Oh, God, don't stop."
"No phone calls dis time," Remy ordered, his tongue slipping out to swirl around Dean's earlobe. "No cauchemars, no ghosts, no hidden closets, not'ing but you and me dis time."
"Fair enough," Dean managed, eyes still riveted on Remy's hand as it freed his erection from the cloth. Remy made a fist around the hot flesh, stroking slowly and surely, pausing at random to swipe his thumb over the tip and spreading the sticky moisture he found there onto Dean's shaft. When Dean's hips thrust forward of their own volition, he let go of Remy's hand, reaching behind him and clutching at Remy's thigh, pulling them closer together.
Remy continued to stroke Dean with maddening slowness, but at the extra encouragement, he began thrusting his hips forward, driving his own erection against Dean's ass and enjoying the friction.
"You are wearing too many clothes," Dean finally whispered and Remy laughed. Turning slowly so that Remy's hand remained where it was, Dean faced the Cajun finally, and grabbed the bottom of Remy's shirt. With a quick tug, he pulled it up and Remy stepped back long enough that the shirt slid over his head. Then he reached down and began to teasingly stroke Dean again. His free hand went to the back of Dean's neck and pulled him close until their mouths met.
Dean's head was swimming, but he took control of the kiss, aggressively plunging his tongue into Remy's mouth and exploring while Remy's fingers danced over his aching flesh. The sensation of Remy's stubble rubbing against his own drove him mad and Dean broke the kiss to press his mouth to the base of Remy's throat. Dean dragged his hands upward, exploring the lean muscles of Remy's stomach and enjoying the way he squirmed slightly. Remy was alive. He was breathing. He was alive. Dean could feel the other man’s heartbeat and he traced his fingers over Remy’s side so that he twitched.
Dean laughed, the sound muffled against Remy's throat. "Ticklish?" He could feel Remy's smile even as the Cajun shook his head.
"Non."
"Liar,” Dean accused, brushing his knuckles over Remy's side and making him squirm again. He wasn't expecting Remy to react, so when he found his hands seized and felt himself being spun to land with his back to the wall, he gasped.
Remy was smirking in his face. "I said non. Be good."
"Oh, I will be," Dean promised leaning forward to catch Remy's mouth again. This time Remy took charge of the kiss, backing away when Dean fought for control, lips dancing over the corners of Dean's mouth and down over his chin until Dean relaxed. Remy kissed him again softly, before coaxing Dean's mouth open with his tongue.
Dean groaned, frustrated, and pushed his hips forward so that his erection brushed against the fabric of Remy's pants. Remy obligingly dropped one hand between them and began to stroke Dean again, tsking when Dean pushed forward.
"Slowly,” Remy ordered. "Remy plans to enjoy dis."
Dean sighed but didn't object when Remy wrapped his hand around Dean's now throbbing erection. Dean groaned at the continued torturously slow speed at which Remy's hand was moving, but froze when Remy's tongue slid over his at the same speed. He pulled his hands away from where Remy loosely held them over his head and Remy let him go without any fuss.
Pleased, Dean went back to exploring Remy's chest. He didn't tickle again, enjoying himself too much to risk Remy stopping their game, but he did flick his thumbs over each of Remy's nipples. Remy moaned his encouragement into Dean's mouth and he pinched the two tips in his fingers, rolling them slowly until Remy finally broke the kiss.
Dean took advantage of his temporary distraction and turned them so that Remy was pressed against the wall. Dipping his head, Dean ran his tongue from the base of Remy's throat down to his left nipple. He licked it slowly, laving it with his tongue until it peaked enough that he could bite down. Remy hissed and Dean angled himself so that he could suck the sensitive tip into his mouth, where he ran his tongue over it again and again until Remy's hand fisted in his hair and dragged him upward.
Stumbling backwards, Dean met Remy's frantic kiss with a rising demanding need of his own. When the back of his legs hit the bed, he toppled over with no thought except to drag the Cajun down on top of him.
Remy landed on him with an awkward grunt, making Dean laugh. “Real graceful, man.”
“Shut up.” Remy ordered, pulling Dean’s shirt up and over his head. His movements were slightly jerky, betraying his eagerness and Dean forgot all about making fun of him in his haste to help get rid of as much clothing as possible. Flinging his shirt somewhere to the side, he reached for Remy, pulling their mouths together in a frantic kiss. Dean’s hands explored Remy’s back and Remy’s hands were everywhere.
Remy finally pulled away, pushing Dean down on his back. Sliding his fingers in Dean’s jeans and boxers he pulled down and Dean lifted his hips, letting Remy push the clothes down until they were bunched around his ankles. Then he dipped his head and licked a wet trail down Dean’s belly.
Dean bunched the comforter in his hands, trying to keep from shaking as Remy’s tongue lapped in his navel. “Oh, God.”
Remy paused, glancing up with a smug grin. “Non, not God. Remy.”
Dean titled his head so he could see Remy’s face and managed, “You’re an arrogant… Ahhhh.” The last of his sentence was lost in a hiss as Remy finally reached his destination and swallowed the head of Dean’s dick in his mouth. “Fuck, Remy!”
Remy laughed, the vibration making the sensation even more intense and Dean made a noise low in his throat. His whole body was rigid, and the only thing he could focus on was the hot and wet heat surrounding his dick. Then Remy did something creative with his tongue and Dean let out a long moan. “Don’t stop, fuck! Just don’t stop.”
Remy hummed his agreement, his hands roaming up over Dean’s thighs, pushing them apart slightly as he settled more comfortably between them. Dean couldn’t tear his eyes away as Remy licked him, tongue swirling and darting and pulling noises out of Dean’s throat that he wasn’t sure he’d ever heard before, let alone made.
When it got to be too much, Dean dropped his head and closed his eyes. His fingers spasmed on the comforter and he made the supreme effort to speak. “Stop… I can’t…”
Remy let Dean slide out of his mouth with a soft sucking sound and stood up. Dean opened his eyes and watched as Remy stripped out of the jeans that he’d stolen from Dean, the fabric peeling down to reveal a perfectly toned and muscled body. Dean’s breathing grew even more shallow as he realized that despite everything he’d previously thought, a man’s body could be equally erotic as a woman’s. Remy moved away from the bed and Dean pushed up on his arms to appreciate the tight backside moving away from him. “Where are you going?”
“To get dese,” Remy replied, pulling a small bag from his jacket pocket. Dean recognized it from a stop they’d made in a convenient store earlier that evening, a lifetime ago. Remy opened the bag and pulled out a box of condoms and a small bottle that Dean recognized. His stomach tightened in a mix of fear and desire. He wasn’t sure what his expression betrayed, but Remy’s face softened and when he came to the bed he sat beside Dean and ran one gentle hand along the side of Dean’s hair. “We’ll go slow.”
“I’m…” He swallowed.
“Do you wan’ to stop?” Remy asked, the tightness of his voice betraying his disappointment, but he didn’t stop stroking Dean’s hair. “We can stop.”
Dean took a deep breath, but finally he shook his head. “No, don’t stop.” He leaned up slowly and kissed Remy deeply. Remy let him control it, moving only when Dean pulled him down on top of him again. Remy shifted, so that his erection lined up with Dean’s and then he moved his hips slowly, dragging them together. Dean broke the kiss and moaned.
“God, Remy. That feels…”
“Good, oui.” Remy’s eyes were bright with lust and Dean stared at them, red on black, wondering how he’d ever mistaken them for the eyes of a demon. There was too much life, too much laughter in their depths, for them to ever belong to something evil.
Remy slid over to the side, opening the lube and slicking his fingers with it before reaching down to brush over Dean’s erection again. The sensation shot through Dean like lightening and he grunted, kicking his jeans free. Hesitantly, he reached for Remy, looking up to see the other man nodding encouragement. “Touch me?” Remy asked, almost begging, and Dean obeyed.
Remy chest was muscled, but not too heavily and Dean let his fingers trail down to Remy’s belly. There was a sparse trial of hair leading lower and Dean kept his eyes on Remy’s as he slowly followed it down to take the other man’s erection in his hand. Remy’s skin was hot, but soft and smooth. He bit his lip as Dean tentatively explored him, groaning when Dean flicked his thumb over the shaft.
“What do you want?” Dean asked. He was surprised when Remy kissed him, turning them so that Dean was lying on his back again, his legs spread and Remy lying between them.
“Jus’ you.” Remy promised. Dean tensed when he felt Remy’s fingers slide lower, searching for his opening. He forced himself to breathe, which quickly turned to a gasp when Remy pushed his hips forward, dragging his erection over Dean’s. Remy kept teasing Dean that way as he slid first one and then two fingers inside him.
Dean grunted, the burning sensation quickly fading, overshadowed by the sheer want that radiated from his belly. Remy flicked his fingers forward and Dean’s whole body arched with pleasure. “Shit! Oh, God.”
“Relax,” Remy ordered softly, his lips kissing down over Dean’s neck as his fingers flicked the same spot inside Dean over and over, until Dean was trembling.
“What are you doing to me?” Dean demanded, raggedly. Remy finally stopped, sliding a condom on with practiced ease and lining up to push inside Dean. Despite himself, Dean tensed.
“Remy.”
“Dean.” Remy’s voice was tight with lust, but he waited, giving Dean the chance to stop him. “Mon Dieu, please…”
Dean took a shuddering breath and nodded. “Yes.” He closed his eyes, waiting for it, but his eyes flew open again when Remy bit his shoulder – hard.
“Ouch, man! What the fuck?”
Remy pushed inside in one fluid motion and Dean forgot about the pain in his shoulder as he thought for a wild second that he was being split in half. “Sorry,” Remy whispered, kissing the place where he had bitten. He rained kisses over Dean’s shoulders and neck, finally kissing his mouth again as Dean adjusted the sensation of having Remy inside him.
The burning faded and Dean finally breathed out in relief. “No offense, but I’m not sure that this lives up to the promise.”
Remy chuckled, kissing Dean’s lips once more. “It will, cher. It will.” Then he began to move. At first it just hurt again and Dean tensed, but Remy reached down and took Dean’s softening erection in his hand. Slowly, he stroked until Dean’s hips jerked. Then he pushed in deeper, hitting the same spot that had nearly shattered Dean before and Dean went rigid.
“Oh, God.”
“I tol’ you, not God. Remy.” Remy’s laugh was shaky, but he sounded pleased with himself and Dean reached up to lightly sock him in the shoulder.
“Shut up.”
“Oui.” Remy agreed, moving his wrist faster as Dean groaned.
“More.” Dean ordered and Remy sped up. He watched him, amazed at the sensations racing through his body. “Oh, God, Remy, please, more.”
Remy obliged and Dean felt his orgasm gather in his stomach before it ripped through him. His whole body contracted around Remy, his release spraying over both of their stomachs. Above him, Remy moaned, thrusting harder and then stilling as his body went rigid. He fell forward a second later, landing heavily on Dean’s chest.
Dean wrapped his arms around Remy and held them both still. Then he started to laugh.
Remy lifted his head and raised one lazy eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”
“That was nothing like what I expected.” Dean admitted, wincing slightly as Remy pulled out of him.
“Non?”
“Non,” Dean teased. “But it was better.”
Remy shifted so that he lie on his side next to Dean. One arm was bent under his head and his free hand traced over the welts that still crossed Dean’s belly. His eyes were still smoldering and Dean’s breath caught. “What’s wrong?”
“You t’ought about dis?” Remy asked, his voice sliding over Dean like water. Dean nodded and Remy’s lips quirked into a wicked smile. “I wan’ to know every naughty and sordid detail.”
Dean started laughing again, rolling so that he lay on top of Remy. He leaned down and kissed him, still chuckling as Remy’s hands moved to cup his ass. “Why?” Dean demanded with an equally evil grin. “Are you going to live out my fantasies?”
Remy chuckled. “Of course. No more nightmares.” He licked at Dean’s throat. “Not tonight.”
“Dude,” Dean moved to whisper into Remy’s ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe. “If we’re going to act out all my fantasies, you’d better have more condoms than that. I have a vast imagination. Too much television.”
Remy answering laugh was cut off with Dean’s mouth.
Dean’s cell phone pulled him out of a deep sleep and he reached for it automatically. Flipping it open he held it to his ear and grunted.
“Dean?”
“Dad?”
“Hey, son. I’m about fifteen minutes away. Ducet isn’t answering his phone. Do you know where he is?”
Dean sighed. “That’s a long story.”
John was silent for a moment before he growled. “I told you to wait.”
“Yeah, you did.” Dean acknowledged. “But this was my hunt and I took care of things.”
“Dean.”
“Dad, just… I’ll tell you about it when you get here.” Dean promised. “See you in a few minutes.” He hung up and rolled over with a sigh. He reached for Remy, intending to wake him up and send him on his way before John got there, but the other half of the bed was empty. Sitting up, Dean glanced at the bathroom, but it was empty too.
The door was locked from the inside, the chain still in place, but Remy’s clothes were gone – along with Dean’s favorite pair of jeans. Flopping back, Dean stretched slowly, wondering if he had time for a shower before John got there. His hand slid over a piece of paper under his pillow and he withdrew it curiously.
The Ace of Hearts. Grinning, Dean flipped the card over and saw a phone number scrawled on the back. “Arrogant bastard,” Dean chuckled, before climbing out of bed and heading for the shower. He stopped by the bedside table and carefully slid the folded card into his wallet.
Glancing outside, Dean saw that it promised to be a brilliant day . The storms of the past few days were gone. Pleased, he hoped that he could convince his father to do some sightseeing before they left.
After all, he loved New Orleans.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
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Date: 2009-05-12 07:36 pm (UTC)The pairing sprang from a request - I had to think about it, but once I did, I couldn't stop thinking about.
*grins*
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Date: 2009-05-12 07:36 pm (UTC)THANK YOU! That was SO worth the wait. I love how they bounce off each other with the innuendo and insults and the pie thievery. :D
The only problem is that I'm left wanting more now. XD
*runs off to gleefully read it again*
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Date: 2009-05-12 07:42 pm (UTC)Thanks so much!
And pie. Mmmm, pie. :)
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Date: 2009-05-12 09:03 pm (UTC)never ever thought of that pair before but you've turned my world upside down (if I may say so :), indeed
those two are "made" for each other, and you made them happen
thanks very much
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Date: 2009-05-12 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-13 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-13 02:13 am (UTC)A sequel? There may be bunnies, but there are no plans as of yet. :)
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Date: 2009-05-13 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-13 02:14 am (UTC)A sequel? There may be bunnies, but there are no plans as of yet. :)
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Date: 2009-05-13 04:38 am (UTC)And just for kicks, is this set right when John disappears? Or earlier?
Lovely fic :)
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Date: 2009-05-13 10:16 pm (UTC)I have thoughts about a sequel, but not plans to write it at the moment.
As for setting, this is set in 2002 and I believe John vanished in 2005, so it's a few years earlier.
Thanks so much for the comments!
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Date: 2009-05-13 06:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-13 07:01 am (UTC)The case was really cool. I love stories with voodoo in them, and the twists in this were great and not what I was expecting. The dynamics between Dean and John gave the story more depth too. Great job!
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Date: 2009-05-16 09:25 pm (UTC)But I loved him in this, being such a flirt and turning the tables on Dean, who is normally the biggest flirt around :-D
And that was the genesis for most of this story! *sheepish*
I'm glad you liked the ghost story part. I really didn't want this to just be a PWP. *pleased*
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Date: 2009-05-13 10:02 am (UTC)It seems I have the same problem as some others: I'd really like to see more now :)
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Date: 2009-05-16 09:29 pm (UTC)But, I'm glad you think it was worth the wait! I had a lot of fun writing it.
You go the feel and the voices just right (and the boys being boys and snark and hot). I'll be expecting to see Remy in the tv show now :)
Now, that's pretty much the best compliment I could get!
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Date: 2009-05-13 12:33 pm (UTC)I want moooar of them!
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Date: 2009-05-16 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-13 03:27 pm (UTC)Apart from that I'm quite speechless, so I'll just say that I REALLY loved the story and hope that you might consider some sort of sequel, where Dean calls Remy to hook up again. =)
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Date: 2009-05-16 09:31 pm (UTC)I did research for this. Hours and hours of research actually. I'm very glad it showed!
Apart from that I'm quite speechless, so I'll just say that I REALLY loved the story
Yay! Thank you very much. :)
If there is a sequel, it'll be a while. I've got other projects to get through first.
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Date: 2009-05-13 09:41 pm (UTC)Truly wonderful. I have to say, I want more of the two of them now, but I bet it's nonexistent. I know my head is full of Remy now and has been all evening, which so isn't a bad thing.
Thank you so much for this. It really brightened up my day.
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Date: 2009-05-16 09:34 pm (UTC)Thank you very much! I really appreciate all the effort you made with your comments. Thanks so much. :D
And I've not seen any other crossover with the two of them... if you find any, please let me know!
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Date: 2009-05-14 10:12 am (UTC)AWESOME
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Date: 2009-05-14 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-15 01:15 am (UTC)Dean...and Remy...
...so much hotness in one place
*brain is broken*
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Date: 2009-05-16 09:36 pm (UTC)...so much hotness in one place
*brain is broken*
*glee*
Thank you very much!
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Date: 2009-05-15 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 09:37 pm (UTC)Yay!
Date: 2009-05-16 02:17 am (UTC)And now, you'll have to excuse me as I mop up this puddle of drool all over my desk! haha. Ah, the hotness!
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Date: 2009-05-16 09:37 pm (UTC)And thank you for the compliments!
Wow...
Date: 2009-05-17 01:29 pm (UTC)But that was bril! Love it. 2 of my fav characters and they fit together so well:) Also you've done a far better job of capturing them than most of the stuff I've read recently, makes it far more believable. And there's a plot, an actual interesting makes you think and have to read more plot! I mean I like pwp when I'm in the mood for it but it's been ages since I've found something that combines the slash with a story I actually want to read! I love it!
Would pick out best bits but there are far too many, love the calling card at the end though:) I would really love a sequal...or just more, alternate Dean/Remy.
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Date: 2009-05-19 02:05 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed the plot! I very much didn't want to write a PWP (although, umm, yes, hot), but I really wanted there to be a story motivating the hot. *grins*
Thanks again!
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Date: 2009-05-17 05:02 pm (UTC)Loved every bit of it, Remy most of all, you got him so perfect. Mmmm Remy... *drools*
So sad that it's over, really want more. They make such a great pairing :)
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Date: 2009-05-19 02:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 03:23 am (UTC)And now I'm off for my bunk. Mmmm...
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Date: 2009-05-21 03:36 am (UTC)But regardless, I'm thrilled with your reaction to this fic. :D
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Date: 2009-05-21 04:06 am (UTC)Oh, yeah! This is awesome, and that perfect balance of hot and plot that makes me want to read and re-read. I really loved the chemistry between Dean and Remy, the complex mystery, the little hints about Remy's family, and the way that John seemed to know just when Dean would rather that he didn't call.
So very good!
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Date: 2009-05-21 04:21 am (UTC)And John is a parent - they all know just when they're most unwanted and interfering in someone's sex life. *grins*
Also, icon love! ♥
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Date: 2009-05-24 11:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-28 07:48 pm (UTC)Thanks so much!
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Date: 2009-05-27 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-28 07:48 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2009-05-31 10:59 am (UTC)Your story was perfect, I enjoyed it immensely. Thank you for writing exactly what I was looking for!
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Date: 2009-05-31 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-04 09:10 pm (UTC)I'm not sure about a sequel yet, but maybe someday.
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Date: 2009-06-06 05:02 am (UTC)I love the way you write both characters, flawless, and your Gambit is sexy as hell, great job and I hope Dean calls him and you write a fic about that :D
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Date: 2009-07-09 10:37 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for the FB and for hosting the chance to write it. I had a blast. :)