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Wash Away My Sins: Chapter Two - Supernatural
Title: Wash Away My Sins
Authors: Aratocriel and Jade Blood
Rating: NC-17 (Adult Content)
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam, Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, OC!villains
Disclaimer: Supernatural and it's characters belong to Kripke and the CW. Nina belongs to Aratocriel, and Janis belongs to me (Jade), so no using them without our permission. We make no profits from this and are just having fun!
Summary: A year after the events of "Unity in Duality", Janis and Nina are a bit savvier regarding the world of the paranormal, but the resurgence of old enemies has left them needing the help of the Winchesters once more.
Author's Note: If there is more than a week long gap between this and chapter three, don't panic. I'm going on a trip to visit with Aratocriel for New Years, but as soon as I get back, another chapter will be up. For now, enjoy this one! :D
Previous Chapters: 1



Chapter Two

Luckily for Dean and Sam, the girls had separate bathrooms so that neither of them need wait for the other while they cleaned up. When Sam emerged from Nina’s bathroom and wound his way back into the kitchen, he found that Dean was already there, eating his meal.

“He wouldn’t wait for you,” Janis said with affection in her voice.

“Somehow, I’m not surprised,” Sam chuckled, taking a seat beside him. “So obviously you girls have done some changing since we last saw you.”

“I grew my hair out and started stockpiling guns,” Janis mused with a smile. “So yeah… I’d say so.”

Nina placed a plate of food in front of Sam and went back to the fridge, pulling out a handful of beers and passing them out. "It just seemed impossible to go back to living normally," she said, then seated herself and opened her can. "We bought this place and moved in together. Figured no one else would understand our obsession with pouring salt all over the house."

“People rarely do,” Sam smiled, nodding his thanks for the beer as he popped it open. “That was really clever, what you did with the obits. How did you manage it?”

“I work for the paper,” Janis replied. “It was just a matter of weaseling in a little… misinformation but for a good cause.”

“And the guns?” Dean asked around a mouthful of mashed potatoes. “Wal-Mart doesn’t have a sporting goods section with quite that much firepower…”

"I work at a gun and knife shop," Nina answered. "Total access to as many things that go boom as we need."

"Sweet," Dean nodded his approval.

"Like I said before, we like to be prepared," Nina said as she stood from the table. "Speaking of which, I need to make the rounds, check the salt and locks. It'll be dark shortly, and it's getting close to time for our nightly visitors to leave us a gift."

“I almost feel like…” Janis said slowly, drawing their attention. “That we should stop them from doing that tonight.”

“Without knowing how many are out there, that might not be wise,” Sam replied.

“Tonight, we watch and wait,” Dean said. “Try to assess the situation a little better. You girls have done a pretty awesome job already, but I think we all need to take a post, wait for them to show, and see what we can see.”

“That’s going to be another pet out of circulation,” Janis sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly with the heels of her hands.

“Better than it being one of you,” Dean reminded her.

Nina started her rounds, carrying a bag of salt with her. She stepped into her room to check the trail cross the window sill when the lights flickered. Nina sighed, knowing the night’s events were just starting. She pulled aside the curtain and peered out. The same demon was standing in the side yard, staring toward the house.

"Guys," Nina called out. "We got visitors."

They had each taken a point before a window at separate ends of the house. Dean and Sam had taken the front and back entrances, while Nina headed for the kitchen, and Janis watched from one of the bathrooms. The other three focused their attention at Nina’s call, gazing out and noting shapes in the dark.

Janis noted that there was only one standing before her, as she imagined Nina had already seen. It seemed to spear her with shadowed eyes, studying her as closely as she studied it.

Sam was also faced with a sinister silhouette, but he noted another behind where his eyes were meant to focus. Someone trying to blend with the foliage in the backyard and doing a somewhat decent job of it. He felt his heart grow cold when he noted this slightly concealed figure had only one arm, and a new understanding he could not sanely act upon now came over him.

Meanwhile, Dean waited patiently by the front door for his visitor to reveal itself. He didn’t bother with peering through windows. He was waiting for the sound of a hammer, nails, and flesh. He tested his grip on the shotgun, looking about again to gauge the size of the devil’s trap above him and the unlikelihood that he could keep the line of salt in front of the door intact. If there was one thing Dean hated, it was sitting back like a punk and taking whatever punishment was delivered. Perhaps his arsenal was limited, and this exercise was only meant to assess the enemy, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do some careful testing of his own.

The silence was broken by footfalls on the walk leading up to the porch, then the soft pad of rubber-soled shoes on the porch itself. He waited half a second, giving himself a chance to rethink, then wrenched the door open and pointed the shotgun into the face of a middle-aged woman carrying a hammer in one hand and a dead cat in the other.

“We get it,” he growled. “You want to scare them, and you don’t like them much. Guess what? We don’t like you either. So enough with pet holocaust oh-seven already.”

Something changed in the countenance of the other demons gathered, and each person within the house noticed. They stepped back, tilted their heads, crouched as if at the ready. They appeared shocked and prepared for combat at a moment’s notice. Sam cocked his shotgun, even though he was sure these creatures knew better than to lay siege to a house they couldn’t enter.

The woman before Dean allowed her eyes to flash black, a darkness so deep it encompassed her entire eye, and Dean smiled in returned.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he growled, taking a cautious step back. “Just try it…”

She peered up at the devil’s trap just inside the door, smirked back at him once more, then turned and ran in the opposite direction swiftly enough that even Dean was a little surprised. At this, he backed inside and slammed the door, pouring more salt in place.

Once they were sure the demons had retreated they met back in the living room, Nina being last to enter. Sam looked graver than usual, as though something was weighing on his mind.

"They should be gone for the night now, at least if they follow their usual patterns," Nina sighed.

“Did you see how they took off, though?” Janis asked, sounding troubled, then turned to Dean. “I heard you talking to the one. What’d you say?”

“Just a little warning of our own,” Dean said. “Demons aren’t used to being pushed around by the likes of us. Don’t read too much into it.”

“Or maybe she should,” Sam replied quietly.

“What?” Dean asked. “You see something?”

Sam nodded. “There was one… trying to stay out of sight but keeping an eye on everything. It had only one arm.” He glanced at Nina when he said this.

Her eyes widened, memories of the demon and the night in the woods flashing through her mind despite how long ago it felt. "You have got to be kidding. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it was hard not to recognize him," Sam confirmed. "And it would explain why you girls have been targeted."

"They want revenge…" Nina muttered, walking to the other side of the room and nervously straightening a book on the shelf.

Janis eyed them both. “Can that really be the same one?”

“She did turn down his offer,” Sam replied. “Burned his arm off. Demons don’t take attack or insult lightly, and she managed both.”

“What about the others?” Janis asked. “I saw one outside the bathroom window… I’m sure the rest of you saw more. How many is that total?”

“If Nina only saw one?” Sam calculated. “Five, by my count.”

“How did he get that much backup?” Janis asked with something akin to frightened awe.

“Funny you should mention that,” Dean grumbled. “Little over a month ago, a devil’s gate was opened.”

“Gate…” Janis said slowly.

“To Hell,” Sam explained. “A pretty huge number of demons escaped.”

“So chances are some of Lefty’s friends were among them,” Dean sighed. “Meaning he has a whole gang now.”

"They can't get in here." Nina turned to face the group again, her hands shoved into her jean pockets. "So we're safe for now, right?"

Sam nodded. "For now, yeah, but you can't hide in this house forever."

"But that still gives us time to plan, to figure something out." Nina paced back to the other side of the room. "Though that could mean more neighborhood pets get slaughtered and pinned to our door. Like our neighbors don't already think we're insane…" Nina paused, turning back. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

“You’re afraid,” Janis replied, then gestured to herself. “So am I. It’s okay.”

“You know, somehow I think they got the hint that we’re not shocked by their ability to kill a housecat,” Dean quipped, flopping onto the couch. “So that might be the last time.”

“But it won’t be their last attempts at scaring us altogether,” Janis supplied.

Dean shook his head. “Not hardly.”

"Is there anything pressing we need to do tonight?" Nina asked, seating herself on the couch at Dean’s side.

"Not really," Sam shook his head.

"Good." She slumped back and rubbed her eyes tiredly.

“Like Nina already pointed out,” Janis sighed as she settled down next to Dean, “if they follow their previous patterns, it should be safe for us to turn in for the night.” She felt Dean’s arm go around her shoulders, and part of her wanted to declare that her bed was big enough for two, but she held back for a short-lived moment.

“We could crash in the living room,” Sam suggested. “Or if you have a spare room…”

Dean leaned in to nip at Janis’s neck, and she snickered at the ticklish spot he hit, running her hand across his cheek. She turned and leaned into his ear to whisper, and when she released him, he grinned broadly. “I think I just got offered a bed for the night, thanks.”

"Great, no one is getting any rest then." Nina rolled her eyes before turning them to Sam. "This couch is not nearly long enough for you to be comfortable on. My bed is plenty big enough for you, as well." Sam opened his mouth, and Nina shook her head. "And before you say it, no, you wouldn't be imposing."

"Alright, thanks," Sam said after a short pause.

Janis duly ignored any negative remarks toward herself and Dean, choosing instead to scoot close against his side when he urged her to do so. She smiled at how proud he looked at the accusations Nina tossed about and was suddenly aware of just how happy she was to have him back, sitting so near with that expression on his face. There was no way she could possibly stand wasting another moment, so she stood and tugged Dean up from the sofa.

“So if there’s nothing left to talk about, we really should turn in,” Janis said, addressing Nina and Sam but keeping her eyes on Dean.

Nina raised her eyebrows at the pair. "Have a fabulous night and please don't make me have to come gag you both."

Dean cut his eyes to Nina in an I’d-love-to-see-you-try-it glare, then smirked at Janis again, allowing her to lead him across the house. He turned back to Sam long enough to offer an enthusiastic thumbs up, then disappeared.

Sam snickered at this and shook his head, glancing shyly at Nina. “You know, when we figured out this was about you and Janis, he almost killed us both, driving… crazier than usual to get over here. I think this is Dean’s version of being relieved at finding you both alive when we got here.”

"I think this is just Dean's normal reaction to a hot girl. I know Janis hasn't really stopped thinking about him." Nina smiled softly, pulling her knees up on the couch, hugging them to herself. "Honestly, I wish we could have seen you guys under different circumstances. Least I'm not a raving lunatic this time."

“That… is an improvement,” Sam joked, then softened somewhat. “I hate that what you went through has turned your lives upside-down like this. Salt all over the place, guns and knives hidden in every nook and cranny of your home… It should have never been like this for you.”

"But it is, and Janis and I have managed every day just fine. We've adjusted and learned to deal with it, changing habits, keeping our eyes open. Overall, I am happy that we know what's out there; it allows us to be prepared. Besides," Nina lowered her eyes slightly, "If it hadn't happened, you'd have never come into my life, and I wouldn't trade anything for that.”

Sam looked down modestly as well, then realized how they must both appear. Like bashful cartoon characters whom the audience was well aware would eventually look at one another again, only to blush rosy red when their eyes met. But there was no way to help that. They’d not been allowed barely a moment of normalcy when they’d first met. After a fleeting night of intimacy, they’d been thrust into danger with the sort of reckless abandon that left his head spinning. For weeks after, he’d attempted to make sense of what had happened between them and just couldn’t. Now she was here, and he was looking up at her, trying to be brave.

“Me neither,” he rumbled softly.

Nina raised her eyes to meet his, a soft smile on her face. "You are the only guy I've ever known to bring out the shy side in me." She slid closer to him, her hands reaching up, wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him down to her lips. The kiss was soft and gentle, their lips and tongue testing one another. Nina pulled back, her hand trailing down his cheek and resting on his chest. "We should probably turn in. We've got a limited amount of time before sounds start coming out of Janis's bedroom."

Sam smiled at her, pulling her closer against him, more to feel her solidity than anything else. She was one of the ones he’d saved, and with how improved she looked now, noticeably happier, he couldn’t help but smile. Even as he broached an awkward question, in spite of the fact that she’d tried to steer clear of it. “Are you sure you want to share your bed? The couch is fine…”

Laughing lightly against his chest, she shook her head. "Either you're sharing my bed, or we're both going to have to crunch onto this couch, because I'll be damned if I'm sleeping alone tonight."

* * * * *

Upon entering the bedroom, Dean was first assaulted by the fact that it was obviously the girliest room he’d seen in the house so far. Even then, it wasn’t so feminine he felt he might gag on floral prints, but there was definitely a woman’s touch felt here that couldn’t be sensed as much in the other rooms he’d been through. The colors were mostly muted, but with enough pink scattered here and there to be noticed. He snickered at the devil’s trap, which was painted in pink to match.

“That is trippy,” he pointed out with a laugh.

“It’s called color coordinating,” Janis winked as she flopped onto the bed. “Then again, this…” She reached under the bed and retrieved a shotgun, cocking it with a saucy look. “…Doesn’t blend in quite the same way.”

Dean smirked and tossed himself onto the bed much the way she just had, kicking his feet up on the covers. “Actually, you just made me about a hundred times more comfortable in this room.”

“With what I have in mind, that’s good to hear,” Janis giggled, leaning over to stash the gun back where she’d gotten it.

“Oh yeah?” Dean asked and snaked a hand over her side. When she leaned away, her shirt rode up on her hip, and it made a perfect little pocket for his fingers to tease their way into.

Janis gasped lightly at the contact, shutting her eyes and relishing the feel. No one knew how to touch her quite like Dean did. Just the right pressure and movement, teasing and urging her to turn back to him. When she did, he was both amused and smoldering, a look only he seemed able to achieve. It transformed her insides into a melting wave, and though she had things to say, secrets to tell him, she wanted no more words between them for the moment.

Fighting the impulse to splay across him and exchange hungry kisses, she pulled away instead, sliding back until she was at the foot of the bed. She tugged her top off over her head, pleased with the way Dean’s smirk deepened.

“Not wasting any time,” he noted playfully.

“No time to waste,” she returned, unsnapping her bra and tossing it away to join the shirt she’d discarded.

Dean immediately sat up, his eyes glued and his intentions obvious. She placed a firm hand on his chest and shoved before turning her back on him. He tilted his head and squirmed slightly, watching as she peeked over her shoulder while her hands worked mysteriously in front of her. Seconds later, she was pushing her jeans and panties down over her hips, kicking her shoes to the floor, as well.

“You sure you aren’t demon possessed?” Dean asked with a laugh. This just didn’t seem like the Janis he knew. She was more apt to wilt in his arms, not that he minded the take charge attitude she now had.

“No, this is me,” she sighed, positioning herself on all fours and looking back at him once more. “When I said I missed you, I wasn’t kidding.”

Dean sat up at this, wrenching at his shirt and jeans as he watched her. The way her scarlet hair poured down her back and dangled across her shoulders. How she bent and reached to run a hand up her own thigh, biting her lip at him as she did so. She was practically on display, and he could barely stand watching her like this without touching her. She giggled as he undressed himself with very little finesse, speed more on his mind.

Just when her hand was inches away from slipping over those parts he’d not been able to tear his eyes from, he was pressed firmly into her backside. The flat, tight muscles across the front of him laid over her back, his mouth and teeth baring into the back of her neck as his hips rolled. He was grinding, reaching to cup her breast while his other arm was planted in the mattress, just over her shoulder. She turned her head with a soft gasp, pressing her lips against his bicep when it tensed. The kiss deepened, her voice rising to a frantic whimper when she felt his hand move. It had spent a few seconds against her breasts, then traveled the length of her stomach until he was dipping into the free-flowing juices between her thighs.

“Fuck, you are ready for this…” he huffed hotly into her ear.

“I’ve been ready,” Janis shuddered, her head falling forward and her legs spreading further as she ground herself into him. “Dean…”

She felt him spear her, and her head whipped back with a low cry. Her arms buckled, her elbows taking on her full weight as he began a gradual rhythm, both of them reveling in the familiarity of the other’s body. Janis grappled for the edge of the bed, muffling herself against the covers as he moved, drawing in a swift breath after every whimper.

Dean could feel his weight baring down on her, her body begging for air and sobbing with lust. As nice as that was, he wouldn’t be satisfied until he was touching every, visible inch of her, making her scream into the open air, not her comforter. He settled back slightly, his arms encircling her waist as he did so, then shifted his weight so that he was sitting up straight with her resting in his lap. Her back was still firm against his chest, and her head lolled onto his shoulder as his hands found comfortable purchase. One palm slid up to brush her left nipple, and the other moved down until the tips of his fingers were rolling warm, wet rings over the tiny bud between her legs. She sobbed out her approval, rising and falling over his member and clawing one hand behind her to grip his hair.

Her face turned to him, and their lips locked. Her whimpers and his growls were swallowed up, each of them begging for the gift of climax. Bucking, grinding, and gripping beyond the point of sense and reaching for a place where satisfaction and anguish were no longer distinguishable. When they did reach it, they arched and tensed so white hot that even Dean felt a tremble rip its way down his spine. His hands moved instantly to the quaking he felt in Janis’s legs, as if his own orgasm had caught in her like a disease. His gentle yet firm touch there, down to her knees and back up the insides of the thighs, seemed to actually worsen the affect.

“Dean…” she moaned, her hand loosening in his hair and stroking his scalp. “I can’t breathe… I can’t stop shaking…”

“That’s my baby,” Dean growled as his mouth ran a scorching trail up the side of her neck. He lifted her hips just enough to slide free of her and encouraged her to twist back in his direction. She wasn’t exaggerating about that shaking, and it appeared to make her weak all over, as well. Once she was in his lap with no need to try and hold herself up since he was doing that for her, he continued, planting kisses up her throat. “Even when she tries to take control… Tries to be a sex kitten… Shows me all her pretty, sweet parts like she’s a porn star and I’m holding the camera… She ends up a wet, moaning mess in my arms…”

“I guess I ruined it then,” Janis laughed breathlessly. “Oh God, Dean…” She gripped him with what strength she had. “I had to have you…”

“Hey, that wasn’t a complaint,” he grinned lazily. “Because… Damn, baby, that was hot. I just like that you are kinda ‘you’ no matter what you do. I like how wet you get and how loud you moan.”

“Interesting pillow talk,” Janis said disconnectedly, her head still spinning as she tried to come down.

“What I mean is…” Dean kissed her mouth, then pulled back with a tired but focused gaze. “I missed you, too.”

To Be Continued...