An Unholy Union

[One week later]

Spike shifted the grocery bag to his other arm, kicked the motel room door open and headed straight for Sam. "Here you are, got you some porn. You need to loosen up, I should know," he said, with a smirk, practically stuffing the rolled up magazine into the front of the hunter's jacket since he wasn't reaching for it.

Then he turned to Dean, and realized the room was too quiet, the looks being exchanged were too charged. "What? Does this mean we're going to have angry sex?"

From his expression, Sam looked like he’d been worked over in a torture chamber. He had a guilty look. A sad look. And one that said he was sorry. His green eyes were directed down toward the floor.

“Well?” Spike demanded, of either brother.

Sam drew a breath, feeling the anger radiating off his brother. "He knows," he whispered so low you had to be a vampire or standing close to hear.

Dean shook his head at Spike, "You are a piece of work. Both of you." Hate… with an undertone of hurt was reflected in his tone… in his eyes.

“You told him—“the accusations died on Spike’s lips when he saw Sam’s defeated and anguished stance. “Dean.” Spike almost winced at the hatred in his lover’s eyes. “Sit. Talk about this, yeah?”

"Did you already make the deal?" Dean asked, arms crossed and not moving to take the offered seat. When Spike didn't answer right away, the words came out in a growling shout, "DID YOU MAKE THE DEAL!?"

“Shit… No. Not yet,” Spike cocked his head. “It’s a solution. If you think about it for—“

"NO!" Dean shouted. He finally moved forward. "This deal is mine. Was mine to make. Mine to unmake." He snarled low.

“Sam,” nodding toward the door in a silent request for privacy, Spike met Dean half way and stood in front of him, experiencing in full blast the other man’s fury. There were hundreds of words, but none of them stepping up to the plate. The silence stretched… their gazes clashed and waged a heavy battle. Neither one noticed when the door to the room opened and closed.

Spike struggled to find a way to make Dean understand, but in this mood… it was an unlikely prospect. “I should have told you,” he admitted. “You should have found out from me, for that I’m sorry. But you listen… he needs you, Sam needs you around,yeah?” He knew Dean’s blood… from it, he knew his weakness. “And I need you… need to know you’re alive.”

Dean lashed out at Spike’s words, words that Spike didn’t know echoed out of the past. Of a voice both deeper and commanding. Speaking the words over and over till Dean could no longer forget them even when he wanted to.

Raging with anger, Dean shoved Spike up against the wall. "You are not my father. I won't have you deciding. Sam doesn't need me. He never needed me. And if you even cared one bit for me, you wouldn’t be as selfish as my father was. Telling me what is best for me. What I should do."

Snarling at the manhandling, Spike managed to stop himself from struggling. ‘Bollocks. He needs you… like you need him. This… whatever war you have going with the demon world isn’t ended.” When he felt Dean’s hands tighten around his shirt and push again, he gripped the hunter’s wrists. “I care. I care more than a bit. I love you, and you bloody well know it. Or you’d have seen my backside a long long time ago. You don’t want to hear it, so I show you… any way I can. You can close your eyes all you like, but not your mind. It’s the truth, and you know it.” He squeezed Dean’s wrists to emphasize his point. “And you love me, or you wouldn’t be this angry.”

"You don't think I know that! It's never gonna end." Dean looked down at his wrists before shooting an angry frustrated look at Spike. "I don't want your love if this is how you show it. Not by my dad and not by you. I would rather hate you than let you go through with this."

Three words, and he still couldn’t say them. Spike shouldn’t have been surprised.

“It makes the most sense. It does,” he repeated, releasing Dean’s wrists, but cupping his chin and forcing him to hold his gaze. “I’ve lived almost two hundred years. Why do I get that much time, and you don’t? Doesn’t seem very fair, yeah? Anyway… I can make you hate me. Might already be off to a good start. I can do it if it will help. Hate me if you wish, but live,” he nodded, releasing him and looking away suddenly at the first sting of his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to say it... to say that if his soul was taken, one of the Winchesters would likely have to stake him. William the Bloody wasn't someone who should be allowed to roam the world.

Dean felt his bottom lip tremble and his eyes water. He pulled back, "How can I go on knowing what you gave up for me? Did you ask Sam what happened when my father did?" Dean blinked and his eyes stung, "I love you. I don't care how long you’ve lived, I want you to live now." He looked down, "Besides, you would be better off protecting Sam than I could have ever have been." The last part was whispered.

“No… you’re the one that keeps his heart safe,” he answered, turning, aching to kiss Dean’s tears away. “That’s what he needs now, something to keep him grounded… keep his humanity.” Only now did Spike admit to himself that the power he’d felt emanating from Sam when he’d been pinned to the wall was not lily white. “Say it again.” He gripped Dean’s arms, pulling him close. “Tell me again.”

"No," Dean answered, "Not unless you promise me you won't make that deal, ever." It took all of Dean's will not to give in. Not to allow his knees to buckle and just fall into Spike. Dean wanted to live but not at this cost.

Heat flashed in Spike’s eyes. Spreading his legs, he cupped Dean’s ass and brought him up hard against his body. He could hear his lover’s breath hitch, hear his blood rush. “Tell me.” Skimming his mouth across the edge of Dean’s jaw, he hovered over his mouth. “Say it.”

As always, since they first met, Dean felt his body respond to Spike's touch. It was an uncontrollable habit, an addiction. As he gazed into Spike's heated eyes, he had to hold his reserve and not just give in. "You make that deal, not only will I have to possibly kill my brother but I will have to kill you. I can't live with that. You are making me do that. I can't kill the ones I love."

"Your brother. He can ..." Even as the words left his mouth, Spike finally realized how much he was asking of them. His intentions were pure, but the bloody execution of his plan would leave the Winchesters, particularly this Winchester, even more fucked up and hurting on the inside than when he'd first met them. Losing family. Being asked to kill family ... to be strong and just do it. To live with others giving their lives to see them live.... these were their burdens. In the short time he'd been with them, really been with them, Spike had accepted them as his family. Sam had called him that once. And this stubborn, unforgiving, hot behind the collar arse of a lover of his felt the same way... even if he bloody well refused to say it.

"Alright," his voice broke, but he cleared his throat and continued, still holding Dean close. "I'll turn you... if we don't come up with some other way before..." he cocked his head, letting Dean fill in the blank. "I won't make the deal." They still had a few weeks... they could devote all of their time to the problem, there had to be a way, a loop hole. Some way out.

Dean waited a few breaths, making sure that Spike was not gonna take it back. He then surged in and kissed the vampire. The kiss was deep and demanding, pushing Spike back against the wall and their bodies tighter together. Dean bent his knees a bit, lowering himself down so his stiffening cock could rub against Spike as he got more upright.
After allowing his tongue to explore every part of Spike's mouth, tasting and drinking him in, he slowly pulled back, lips brushing as he spoke, "I do love you."
"Knew it." As cocky as he tried to act, Spike was moved beyond words. He slid his hands up and down Dean's body, memorizing it, every plane, every flexing muscle, the span of his waist... the breadth of his shoulders. Their eyes were locked, and neither one was saying anything, but their hands and bodies were never still. It was as if they were caught in a private dance and didn't need music. Their bodies knew exactly how to slide together, how to fit. "Are we having one of your chick flick moments?"

"No, one of YOUR chick flick moments. I know you like watching One Tree Hill," Dean smirked and he just had to force himself to pull away. Sam was still outside. He couldn't leave his brother out there wondering. And as much as Dean would have wanted to savor this moment. To keep going further. To have Spike fuck him. To be fucked by his lover, there was his brother.

He slowly moved back and he drew a breath to calm his heart rate. His hands slipped from Spike's body, "I really should go get Sam. Let him know what is going on."

“Ask him.... ask him to get us some drinks.” He just wanted to buy them a bit of time.

"Dude, you just brought some back." Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head. He walked over to the door, "Hey, Sammy, can you get me a pie? Something sweet to eat?"

Sam turned quickly to see his brother at the door, Spike behind him. He leaned in looking at the vampire before looking to Dean. "Is everything, you know?"

Dean nodded, "Will tell you when you get back."

Sam drew a breath of relief before heading off, "I won't be long,"

Dean nodded.

“He just likes to torture me,” Spike hazarded, thinking a long trip to the store would have been better. Sliding his arms around Dean’s waist, he kissed the side of his neck and started pulling him back to the bed. “Could have lost you again. Glad I didn’t.”

Dean couldn't help leaning back into Spike, taking comfort from the feel of him. Finally, when they reached the bed, Dean took hold of Spike's hands and opened them up so he could turn around. "I could have lost you."

“Tossed me away you mean?” Spike sat, drawing Dean close and looking up at him. Wasn’t many moments when the hunter wanted to talk, even when there was a lot to say... it usually went unsaid.

"Toss you away? Why would I do that?" Dean looked at the vampire confused. After all, he only pushed him away once, regretted it and the second time, Spike walked away.

“Today... you were so angry.” He ran his hands up and down Dean’s thighs and hips, keeping him close. “Wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d tried to stake me...” he gave a smug grin, “tried being the operative word.”

Dean nodded, "True but that is a part of being a family, remember, you argue, fight, and love." He leaned in and gave Spike a kiss. "We are family."

Family Spike held him tight, kissing him, tasting him, exploring his mouth, listening to his heart beat... to the sound of his blood rushing. No, he wouldn’t think about the blood ... it would only bring him to the edge.

Breaking the kiss, he moved over on the bed and patted the spot next to him. “Come. I...” He watched as Dean sat, then lay on his side and looked at him. “A few weeks back, I told a good friend I was with my family. I lied... wanted it to be true,” he cocked his head.

“Not lying now, are you?" Dean asked in letting his eyes caress Spike's face before locking to his. Family was always important to the Winchesters. In fact, their lives revolved around it. "So you have a good friend? I'm shocked. Never mentioned them before." Dean teased.

“I got friends, plenty of them,” Spike said, a bit stung. “They’re... almost family but not... they’re good friends. Want to meet you and Sam. When all this is over,” he cupped Dean’s cheek, rubbing his thumb over his full lips. Funny thing... they hunt demons too,” he shook his head. “I’m a walking irony... a demon who hunts demons and can’t keep the bloody hell away from hunters.”

Dean shrugged, "Well irony or not, we're hunting with a vampire so what's the difference. And I know you have friends, I was just teasing besides, how can people really truly resist people like you and me?" Dean offered up. "So they hunt demons, have I heard of them?"

Spike smiled. “You know... six months ago, you’d never have said that... asked what the difference is.” It made him ache inside... a good ache, the kind you got when something you only dreamed of came true. “Once she was The Slayer. Now, one of many slayers... semi-retired, but she can kick your arse and mine, when she’s of a mind to. Dean... enough talk.”

Leaning forward on his side, he brought his mouth down hard over Dean’s. They didn’t have much time, but he wanted to show Dean how happy he was at this one moment in time. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. He knew things could change, that triumph could turn to tragedy in seconds. Right now... he didn’t care. “Mine,” he whispered before grinding his mouth down again.

Dean was pressed into the bedding and he gave a little moan. It was true, a few months ago, Dean didn't want to know about running with demons. But things changed. Spike was a part of him now.

He returned the kiss, hearing the possessive whisper that echoed and seemed to finally drown out the voice of his father in his head. It was a good free feeling that allowed Dean to let himself go.

After several long enjoyable minutes, Dean heard the door open. He turned on his side toward the door, feeling Spike crowd behind him, hard as steel. He lifted his head to see Sam walk in, sweets in hand and giving just a moment's pause before speaking, "Hey you two, I'm back."


“Couldn’t have better timing,” Spike answered thickly. “We were just about to—“ an elbow in his rib stopped him. “Watch the telly. Want to put it on?” He smiled innocently under Sam’s speculative look, then as the younger hunter went to do as he asked, whispered in Dean’s ear. “New game... you’ll feel me wanting you... won’t say a word until he sleeps... then I’m fucking you, just like this... no sounds... no thrashing... no waking up baby brother... yeah?” His voice was thick with lust. It would be hours... hours before Sam slept.

Dean felt his body temperature sky rocket. Just the thought of being fucked with Sam in the room. Trying not to make a sound. Trying not to thrash about. He looked back to Spike, his green eyes dark and filled with lust.

Sam returned and sat on his bed. "You know, you two are like dogs in heat I swear." He shook his head.

"Jealous?" Dean asked.

"NO! Perverts." Sam rolled his eyes.

“Not completely accurate but... ah... don’t make the mistake of turning the porn channel on, then you might get an eyeful,” Spike threatened, not at all kidding. There was only so much he could take with Dean’s sweet round ass pressed against his cock, and the occasional light thrusts he was stealing. “Let’s watch the History channel, could be fun.” Could put Sam to sleep sooner. “Maybe they have something on the Battle of the Bulge.”

"Like you need to watch the History channel," Sam rolled his eyes. He switched the station to land on a nice a marathon of 'Ice Truckers' and all he could think of was that it should cool those two off.

"Hey, picking on my brother is my job," Dean ribbed Spike as he saw the show. "Only you would find that station."

“It’s you I’m picking on,” Spike slid his body against Dean’s backside, then put his head on Dean’s shoulder and feigned great interest in the show. Feeling Sam’s speculative look again, he was good... real good. As good as a bloody horny vampire could be, least-ways.

* * *

Another week passed. Things were better than they had been in a long time. They boys were using all their connections in trying to find a way to get Dean out of his contract. Time was ticking and they were under tremendous pressure but things were still good.

Bobby Singer was called and he said he had been searching high and low, but got nothing. He did send Sam all he had on a demon called Lilith, supposedly the first wife of Adam and possibly the first demon ever. An ancient, she’d had many years to grow strong. If she was one of the demons to crawl out of the hell's mouth, she would be one of the strongest and likely a candidate of the rising power from the West.

Other than that, the three men were growing closer as a family. Sam and Dean would pick on Spike. Spike and Dean would rag on Sam, then Sam and Spike would gang up on Dean. That was the most fun, at least from the younger Winchester’s perspective. He had even started to allow Spike to call him Sammy without bitching about it.

However, the deal was weighing heavy on the older Winchester as well. He wanted to live. He didn't want to leave Spike or Sam. But whoever held his contract, they still wouldn't give it up. There was only two weeks left. Time was ticking like a big clock in Dean's head and with each passing day, it kept getting louder.


They had highs and lows, but the highs in their lives made the lows bearable.

*****

It was agreed - they would meet. With the help of the watchers, Spike had finally learned the name of the demon who now held Dean's contract. The information from Bobby had made it possible to contact her, and now, as he had waited in a old warehouse, he was very cautious and aware of what was going on around him.

The door opened and an imposing mad walked in. Before he could say a thing to the man he thought was here to meet him, the demon looked around then motioned to the door.

The unexpected sight of a young girl walking in, holding a woman’s hand, has Spike’s eyebrow quirking.

The pair walked up to the vampire. The little girl looked the Vampire over and then spoke, "William the Bloody. Not the same since you got your soul. Pity. How is Dru? Oh and Angel. Now he was fun too. Angelus. Is that why you are here? Cause you want what you had with them back?"

“Dru and Angel are gone,” he answered, as matter of factly as he could, though he had the feeling this strange child saw right through him, even with those milky white eyes. “Why a child?” he demanded,

"Silly question for someone like you to ask," she tipped her head at him. "Would you suspect a child?"


Time for a bit of flattery. “Didn’t think one so powerful as you would need to hide behind a disguise. “And who’s she?” he jutted his chin toward the woman holding Lilith’s hand. “She your bodyguard?”


"Servant, you remember what those are like," She answered. "And it's not hiding, it's knowing your adversary. Humans find it so hard to take the life of a child."


He gave her a nod. She knew what she was doing, that was certain. “I need help. You wouldn’t be in a generous mood, would you?”

"Depends, William, or would you prefer I call you Spike. Since that is the name you go by now." She pulled her hand away from the woman. "What is the help you are asking for? And no lies," she warned. “I’ll know.”

He thought about lying, but he suspected she was telling the truth when she said she’d know. Then there was the problem of being unable to get what he wanted without telling her. “I want someone’s soul. Git made a deal to give it up. His time is short.” Sam wasn’t around, and he could deal with his own conscience and Dean’s reactions later, he told himself, as he continued. “I’m here to make a deal. His soul, for ... another appearance by William the Bloody.”

Lilith gave an exasperated look, "I thought you would be a little more creative." She drew a breath, "Your sword in blood for a little human soul. A one Dean Winchester. Am I correct?" She placed her hands behind her back. "Do you really think William the Bloody is worth that soul?"

“Depends on what that soul’s wanted for,” he shrugged. “I don’t think his is any more special than the next person’s. Demons collect souls all the time... one that got Dean’s has probably got a long list of souls on its tally.” He itched for a drink, or a shower. “One soul, when I can bring ten? Must be something you want. Something your... servants can’t do right. Some one… something you want killed.”

Lilith finally moved and started walking a wide circle around him, "I'm surprised at how you are trying to hide how much you care for that one soul." She stopped behind him, "It's worth something to you. But that soul, is worth more to me. A one Dean Winchester. Father raised him as a hunter. To help with his little brother who is as they call, the next 'boy king,'" she said the last part with annoyance. "Not to mention all the deaths he caused, finding the weapon to kill us." She walked around him to stand before him again, "Unrelenting in his hunt. Not to mention his cockiness, in which you know about, his arrogance. “Oh, his soul is more valuable than you think. A good tool to use against his brother. I'm surprised he's not here instead of you. What is your reasons, William?" She tipped her head, "Don't tell me you actually care for this one? I mean if you do, why? Cause he fills the void left by Dru and Angelus?"

Child or not, he wanted to smash that little face. A muscle flexed in his jaw as he stared at her, eyes hot with barely reined in emotion. “Reason’s irrelevant. Listen, I know him... if you think he’s a pain in your arse now, he’ll find a way to be a bigger one wherever his soul goes. I know he will, You mark words, yeah?” He shifted, looked away and then back at her. “You don’t need my sword. How about my promise... Sam will never be that boy King. You have more chance of him being kept under control if I’m there to watch him, and more importantly, his brother. They won’t stop hunting... but there are hundreds of hunters out there, they’re just a drop in the bucket as far as hunters go. But there’s one boy King to be stopped.” He thought maybe he had the ticket, maybe this would do it.

"Hmm, your word, Boy King will not bother being one. While the world falls under our control around him." She about laughed but then got serious, "I'm not a fool, William. I know those brothers. I know their Daddy really well. Dean's soul is mine and you, and Sam want it back because you love him. Yes. I know your reasons and they are relevant." She stepped closer. "You want Dean's soul, I want his soul. So we are at a crossroads, so to speak. Where it all started. You want a deal. Here is the deal." She paused to see if he was listening.

Listen to a demon. Always a bad thing. He nodded, and leaned down when she gestured so she could whisper her deal in his ear. She was nothing short of wicked as she forced his answer without allowing him time to think, or to speak with Sam.

“Yes.” Answering her, he got up and strode to the door. Maybe it wouldn’t go wrong. Maybe.