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Wash Away My Sins: Chapter Six - Supernatural
Title: Wash Away My Sins
Authors: Aratocriel and Jade Blood
Rating: R (sexual situations and dialogue)
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.
Previous Chapters: 1 : 2 : 3 : 4 : 5



Chapter Six

"Why the hell is there a tie on our doorknob?" Nina questioned, plucking the tie off the handle and unlocking the door.

"I wouldn't--" Sam reached for her but was too late. The door had already swung open.

Nina stepped in and was assaulted with blaring Metallica as well as the sight of Janis bobbing up and down in Dean's lap to the music. "WHOA! Fuck! JANIS!" Nina cried, her hand slapping over her eyes.

“NINA!?” Janis scrambled to cover herself, blushing in blotchy spots all over, even across parts that shouldn’t be visible at this point yet were.

Dean was more composed and quick to act, grabbing the throw that had fallen from the chair and draping it across her back. He held her tightly enough that she was no longer heating up the neighborhood through the open door. He noticed that Sam hadn’t entered the room yet, so at least little brother had sense enough to know when it wasn’t wise to just barge in.

“Didn’t you see the tie!?” Janis shrieked, causing Dean to grimace since this was done awfully close to his ear.

Nina peered at Janis through splayed fingers, her other hand waving around wildly as she spoke. "Yes, I saw the tie! I didn't think anything of it! Besides, what am I supposed to do? Stay locked outside of my own house while demons are after me just so you can have sex? AND! You're doing it in my chair! Personal space issues! Gross!"

Janis sighed angrily, which resulted in nearly a growl. Dean realized then that he’d never heard her make a noise like that before, not that he should be considered an expert. He wasn’t around her often. Still, it just seemed odd coming from her. Like a kitten hissing, trying to be mean and failing miserably.

“Of course, when I try to use it for something, it’s your chair,” Janis grumbled. “And no, I don’t expect you to stand outside and wait to get torn apart, but knocking would be nice. Seriously, necktie on the door? Universal symbol for sexy time inside!”

"Like you've ever used this symbol before! I thought Dean just hated it and left it hanging around," Nina replied, shaking her head. "And now I have sex stains and Dean ass on my chair. That is not coming out!"

“Hey, what’s wrong with my ass?” Dean argued.

“Lots of things,” came Sam’s muffled reply from outside.

“Fine, I’m not arguing about this…” Janis tried to get up, then realized if she did so, she’d leave Dean exposed. “Dean, just… Take the blanket…” She turned to Nina. “Could you give us two minutes at least?”

"But of course." Nina turned around and peered at Sam out the door, a quirky smile on her face. She heard movement and turned back just in time to see Dean's pale ass disappear down the hall, Janis having already made it to her room. "Wow, little early for a full moon, isn't it?" Nina shouted after him.

“HA!” Dean peered around the corner and pointed at her. “You peeked! Yeah, that’s right. You wanted to-- HEY!” Janis’s arm sneaked around and yanked him back by the shoulder.

“All clear?” Sam asked, poking his head into the living room with a frightened look, carrying the bags in his arms.

"Yes, all clear. No Janis boobs or Dean butts around." Nina laughed, closing the door behind Sam and resalting the entrance. Sam cut the music off, dousing them in blessed silence once more. They put their groceries away, and Nina grabbed the Lysol from the cabinet and bolted off to spray the chair down.

The conversation that transpired between Janis and Dean involved a lot of wheedling and blushing on her part. He asked, more gently than she’d expected, if she wanted to finish now that they were alone, but the mood was soundly destroyed. So he’d kissed her and abandoned the subject with a promise of “later”. She wasn’t sure if even that would help, but knowing Dean, he would easily heat her up again and make her forget that embarrassing incident had ever taken place.

They emerged, fully dressed, and reentered the living room. Janis sidled up to Nina and muttered close to her ear, “Thanks a lot, cock-block. You just set my body back a week.”

Nina gave her a wry smirk. "Payback for the times you've walked in on me. Besides, I'd imagine Dean has the ability to make you wetter than a slip-n-slide."

“Not like I wanted to see that,” Janis grumbled. “And… you’re gross.” Yet she blushed even hotter than she already had at the accusation, proving there was more than a little truth in it.

"Oh, come on, you learned a few tricks walking in on me." She winked at Janis. "Have you tried the position yet where you stick your feet in the air, up the side of the bed, and he stands over you while you're upside down?"

“What?” Janis winced. Here she had thought she was sexually liberated, yet there were still things that baffled her and conversations she didn’t want to have with two men in the room. Even if they were keeping their voices low. “Dean knows what he’s doing, and that’s all I’ll say about it.”

"I'm sure he does." Nina moved to head back to the kitchen then spun around, nearly bumping noses with Janis. "OH! Have you gone down on him again? I noticed the amount of carrots that have gone missing over the past year…"

“Not yet,” Janis sighed. “I’m building up to it. Somehow he keeps ending up between my legs before I can make that move.” Then she giggled, unable to help herself. It wasn’t like she put up much of a fight, so there was no one to blame really. “I want to. And I will.” She glanced back where Dean was furrowing his brow at them and smiled, receiving a smirk in return. “Yeah, he knows I’m talking about him.”

"Of course he does, dirty boy." She leaned in closer to Janis. "By the way, if the rest of him looks as good as his ass, I must say, you are a lucky girl."

Janis gave her a faux-jealous glare and playfully shoved her shoulder. “Damn skippy, girl. No touchy. Not that you would with tall and shaggy over there.”

Sam was oblivious to the conversation, having found a book on demonology on one of their bookshelves and settling onto the sofa with it. Dean walked over to nudge him, and Sam flinched as he followed Dean’s gaze toward the girls. He offered Dean a questioning look and was only treated to a enigmatic eyebrow waggle. He shook his head at this and returned to his reading.

“Then again…” Janis turned a dubious look on her. “I think Dean got all the reproductive instincts in that family.”

Nina laughed softly to herself. "He may be easily distracted by books, but I'm here to tell you he knows exactly what he's doing in bed." She gave Janis a wicked smile. "Maybe I should slip him my book on the Kama Sutra."

“So have you made a move with him since he got back?” Janis asked softly. “I know things were fairly mixed with you two after what we went through with them.” On the few occasions Nina had spoken about it, there had been a lot of regret in her voice. More for the lost opportunities than actually missing him as a lover. It had been Janis who needed the late night talks over ice cream with lots of sniffling and reminiscing involved.

"No," Nina shook her head, though she was smiling. "We spent a completely peaceful night cradled in one another’s arms. It was like a perfect dream. I wish…" she trailed off and looked up shyly at Janis. "Sorry, now I'm the one rambling on."

It was positively wonderful to hear Nina talk this way after the obvious mixed emotions she’d felt earlier. In spite of being somewhat lost in her time with Dean, Janis was not ignorant of Nina’s discomfort, and she actually threw her arms around her friend at this news. “Are you serious? That’s amazing. But don‘t hold back. What else was on your mind?”

Nina laughed at Janis's sudden embrace, wrapping her arms around her in return and squeezing her. "I was just thinking how nice it would be to actually get to see the boys when something paranormal wasn't going on." She sighed softly, pulling out of the embrace to give Janis a small smile. "I guess we should enjoy the time we have, huh?"

“We should,” Janis agreed. “We definitely should, but don’t think it’s not a wish I haven’t made myself. Still, they’re here now.”

She squeaked as a set of arms took her from behind, lips planting a solid kiss into the side of her neck. This was followed by a growled request. “Stop whispering about me.”

Janis battled a grin, trying to stomp her foot. “No, you stop eavesdropping.”

“Don’t leave a man much of a choice,” Dean replied, then pulled her back into the living room. He smacked Sam’s shoulder to get his attention again. “All right, status report, you two. Anything happen while you were out I should know about?”

Nina walked around the end of the couch, plucking the book out of Sam's fingers and seating herself in his lap.

"Funny you should mention that…" she sighed as she leaned back against Sam's chest. "Ran into a demon at the grocery store, and my boss is coming over tonight so we can warn her about demons."

Sam smirked at the way Nina made herself at home all over him, his hands resting on her hips and waist. “Only holy water could really prove whether or not that woman was possessed, but I think we should call it a near ‘yes’.”

“The grocery store?” Janis asked. “I thought we agreed they wouldn’t--”

“She didn’t attack,” Sam put in swiftly. “But she was acting very strange. Nina would know even better than I would, since it was someone you know.”

“Oh God, you’re kidding,” Janis breathed, sinking into the chair she and Dean had vacated only minutes prior. “Who?”

"It was Laura," Nina replied. "She was acting so strange, not like her normal, sweet self at all. She was bizarre, prying, even for her."

Janis shook her head. “This kind of raises a new question, doesn’t it?” She looked up at Dean. “How many of those things are our friends and neighbors?”

“Exactly, which makes me wonder why you’re trusting this boss of Nina’s to come over here,” Dean added in Sam’s direction.

“If she’s possessed, she won’t even be able to cross the threshold,” Sam reminded him. “And if she’s going to be the next target, which would make a lot of sense, we want to try warning her first.”

Dean nodded. “All right, so when does she get here?”

Sam rubbed Nina’s back. “About an hour? Nina called on the way back.”

“So… what’s for supper?” Dean asked, rubbing his hands together.

Janis furrowed her brow at him as she chewed her bottom lip. “I’d say lots of awkward will certainly be on the menu.”

"Yeah… Codi is pretty cool though, so I'm sure she won’t totally flip out on us." Nina shrugged. "Anyway, I guess I need to start cooking, we're having fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and some kind of vegetable… Creamed corn sound good?"

Janis could tell by the look on Dean’s face that it all sounded amazing, and she rolled her eyes affectionately, planting a kiss on his cheek after she rose. “All right, big boy. We’re gonna get started on it.”

About an hour later the house smelled as one might imagine an old country home would. The chicken was fried and placed on the table in a heaping pile with the potatoes and corn in separate bowls next to them. Nina was just finishing setting the fifth place at the table when she heard knocking from the next room.

"Wait." Dean stopped her just short of answering the door and took the shotgun out from behind it.

"No, Dean, I don't want the first thing she sees when she enters this house to be you with a gun pointed at her face." Nina shook her head, reaching to take the shotgun back from him.

Dean yanked the barrel out of reach. “Just answer the door.” He put himself in a position to the far side, where he would be behind the door and still able to gauge Nina’s expression, showing that he would be as tactful as possible about this. He nodded to her as he took aim, his eyes locked on hers as he waited.

Janis and Sam stayed nearby, ready to move for defensive positions if need be.

Nina forced a friendly smile to her face and opened the door. "Hey, Codi."

"I thought you were going to keep me out here forever," Codi smiled and stepped into the house, too busy wanting to greet Sam and Janis to notice the salt poured on the floor for the moment.

Dean turned and stashed the shotgun behind the bookshelf, satisfied at seeing her step over the salt unscathed. He turned back with a big grin, stuffing his hands in his pockets in the most innocent gesture he could muster.

With some relief, Janis embraced Codi. “Good to see you again,” she said, and the smile in her voice was genuine.

"Glad to see you, too. I heard about Reg." Codi returned the embrace and pulled back, a tight smile on her face. "I'm sorry about that."

“Reg was a good friend,” Janis said simply. “But I’m doing all right.” She glanced back at Dean. “I have this guy helping me through. I’m pretty fortunate to have him here. Dean, this is Codi. Codi, Dean. You met his brother, Sam, earlier.”

Dean waved and gave a nod to her, not sure what else to say until they got into revealing the truth. Not to mention that he was having a hard time not diving for the salt and reapplying it in front of the door.

"Nice to meet you," Codi smiled and turned back to face Nina, who was still standing by the door. "Do I smell frie--" she trailed off, her eyes focusing on the scattered salt by her feet. "Did you spill something? A lot of it?"

"That's one of the topics we need to talk about over dinner, actually." Nina shrugged this off, placing a hand on Codi's back and guiding her to the kitchen. "And yes, you do smell fried chicken."

As soon as her back was turned, Dean began pouring fresh salt in place, waving Janis and Sam into the other room as an added distraction.

“We have a whole spread laid out,” Janis announced, taking a seat and saving the one beside her for Dean.

Sam, feeling the need to be a gentleman, held out a chair for Codi. “We can go ahead and get started.”

“Yeah, I’m starving,” Dean announced as he entered and plopped down next to Janis.

Codi lifted an eyebrow at Sam. "Thanks, but I can get my chair," she told him in an easy manner.

"I… oh… yeah, sorry," Sam muttered, taking his hands off the chair and seating himself.

Nina laughed softly to herself at Sam's sudden awkwardness. "Beer sound good for everyone?"

“Sounds great,” Dean smiled broadly, and Janis nodded her agreement, as well.

Leaning toward him, she asked, “Is it just me, or are you enjoying the hell out of this?”

“It’s fried chicken and beer,” Dean murmured back. “You bet that sweet ass of yours I’m enjoying this. Why? You nervous?”

“Kind of…” she whispered back.

“Beer’s fine,” Sam nodded as he seated himself between Nina and Codi. He wasn’t sure how soon was too soon to bring up the true reason for Codi being there, but he didn’t want to stall too long either, since he could see that the whispers passing between Dean and Janis were not the usual, flirtatious kind. “Codi, just out of curiosity, have you noticed anything strange in town lately?”

Codi popped the top on the beer that Nina handed her and shook her head. "Not really. Nothing out of the ordinary that would be considered strange. Why do you ask?"

"Well, we actually have a specific reason for having you over tonight, aside from just dinner," Nina said slowly. "It has to do with why I haven't been at work lately."

"Oh?" Codi sat back, setting her fork down almost as soon as she picked it up.

"This is all probably going to sound insane, but keep an open mind." Codi nodded that she would, and Nina continued. "Janis and I are kind of in trouble… We… uh… dammit, Sam, Dean? Either of you want to jump in. I'm sure you've done this more than I have."

“Well,” Sam broke in, trying to rescue her. “Nina and Janis both have been through a lot since a year ago, when they first met…” He gestured toward his brother. “Dean and I. Things that… Not many people would be apt to believe. What happened then is part of what’s happening now.”

“It would be a lot to go into,” Janis sighed with a weak smile, then turned the look on Sam, encouragingly. “Why don’t you tell her what you guys do?”

“We’re hunters,” Sam sighed. “Of… paranormal beings. Spirits, demons…”

Codi stared at Sam like he'd grown another head. "Is there a hidden camera around? Are you guys trying to prank me or something?"

"I'm afraid not, Codi." Nina gestured to the kitchen window, then to the ceiling. "That salt you saw at the door, and on the window, is to keep pretty much anything evil out. The painting up there is a devil’s trap. It’ll trap a demon if it gets past the salt. Janis and I are being targeted by demons, and they've turned to picking off our friends as scare tactics. Reg was the first."

"Nina, I think you've lost your fucking mind," Codi blurted out, her own mind swimming with the information that was assaulting her.

“Yeah, they always say they’ll be open-minded,” Dean chuckled, setting his half-finished beer aside. He’d been eating through all this and had finally dropped his utensil aside to join the fray. “Then they realize what open-minded really means. Listen, I’m used to being called crazy. And a lot worse than that, too. But facts are facts. You can believe us or not, but either way? We think you might be next on a short list of people close to these two that have bull’s eyes on their heads. You can either give us the benefit of the doubt. Or you can go home and get ganked. Up to you.”

"Oh well, when you put it like that, I just have to believe you. I suppose I shouldn't step on mushrooms too, because of the fairies I could be possibly killing." Codi rolled her eyes and sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. This is just not the kind of dinner conversation I was expecting." She was silent for a moment, her eyes scanning the people at the table, ending on Nina. "You really believe this stuff, huh? You're serious?"

"Unfortunately, yes, I am,” Nina replied. “Deadly serious. If I hadn't had to experience it firsthand, I'd be the first to tell you that you were insane for thinking there were actual demons in the world. We’re not telling you this to scare you, but we have access to things that can allow you to protect yourself better. I really don't want you to end up like Reg."

"Alright then, I said I'd be open-minded, right?" Codi gave the group a half smile and poked at her chicken.

Janis pursed her lips and nodded. “Yeah, you did. And we do expect you to do more than humor us.”

Dean glanced at her and snaked a hand across her back, rubbing gently.

“We’ve been through a lot in that last twenty-four hours or so,” Sam explained as a semi-apology for how blunt Janis was. “I don’t want this to sound like a threat, but what happened to Reg was nothing short of what you might expect from a psycho. That’s all demons really are. Pure insanity with the ability to overpower you unless you’re equipped to fight them.”

"I've got plenty of weapons, if that's what you're talking about," Codi shrugged.

"That won’t really do anything aside from injure the person their possessing,” Nina explained carefully. “I can supply you with holy water, salt, and some rock salt ammo for a shotgun."

"Holy water? You've got to be kidding me…"

"Don't start that again, Codi,” Nina cut her off. “You've gotta believe us."

“Well, you don’t have to,” Dean said, frowning playfully. “But I can tell you some really drawn-out, nasty stories about other folks who didn’t.”

Codi laughed suddenly leaning back in her chair. "Fine, I'll trust you guys. Besides, if you're just off your rockers, all that happens is I go home with some blessed water and extra salt."

“You may even thank us,” Janis smiled, softening when she realized that Codi was no longer battling the idea. “I know we’ll all feel a lot better.”

“We would have told you earlier, but…” Sam snorted when he thought of how this must all seem. “We decided an intervention style meeting would be better?”

"Always up for company and a free meal," Codi grinned, finally digging into the food on her plate now that the weird situation seemed to be defused.

"I knew you'd be cool about this," Nina smirked.

"I'm always willing to listen if it involves my life, whether or not he idea seems a little crazy." Codi took a bite out of her chicken. "Man, this is good. Who cooked it?"

"Janis and I took turns, though if the piece you're eating is amazing, then it was probably me," Nina joked, giving Janis a wink.

Janis giggled at this and dug into her own meal, though Dean was already halfway through his own. Sam followed suit. They tried making lighter conversation, but none of it seemed to fit after the dark news they’d delivered. Still, Codi didn’t seem to mind. Part of her obviously understood the courage it had taken to tell their story, how much this mindless hostility and loss was affecting them. On her way out, she was given two gallon of holy water and was not afraid to laugh because they were in milk jugs. They also loaded her down with salt and rock salt shells for her shotgun.

“If you can make it through the night,” Sam told her as they congregated before the door, “You might be in the clear.”

“We can’t promise that,” Janis sighed. “But making it through the night is a start.”

"I'll call you all in the morning," Codi promised. "Thanks for everything, dinner included."

"Stay safe." Nina embraced her as best she could with the armload of stuff Codi had, then closed and locked the door behind her. She turned back to everyone and shrugged. "That went well, at least."

“Better than most of the encounters we’ve had like that,” Sam nodded.

“Yeah, let’s just hope the rest of it goes as planned,” Dean muttered as he watched Codi load up her car via the window. “You know, we can’t guarantee that they’ll go after Codi tonight. Or any of your other buddies for that matter.” He turned back to them with a tight expression. “They may be gearing up for another direct strike for all we know.”

“So what then?” Janis asked. “You obviously have something in mind.”

“Pair off,” Dean grunted. “Stay up and keep watch. Maybe you were expecting something a little more impressive…”

“That works,” Janis smirked. “So who first?”

"Is it really necessary to have watches going throughout the night? They can't get in here," Nina questioned.

“I’m trying to play this smart,” Dean growled at her. “We’ve seen these demons pull shit you wouldn’t believe.”

“Maybe we can compromise,” Sam stepped in before an argument could ensue. “So far, they’ve been most active early in the evening. I think it’s safe to say you could call it off about ten or eleven, and we’d still be in the clear.”

Dean nodded at this. “You up for that, Sammy?”

“Why Sammy?” Janis murmured. “I could stay up with you. I have no problem with that.”

“If something happened--” Dean began.

“Then we’d wake up Sam and Nina,” Janis shrugged. “I know how to look out windows, Dean.”

“We’d need to be split up,” Dean explained, trying not to sound too condescending as he did so. “Across the house from each other. If something did manage to get in, and I might not get to you in time.”

“So me sleeping in my room by myself is a better option?” Janis asked with a laugh. “It’s just as easy for something to get in through there.”

"If we're not pulling an all-nighter, then we can all just stay up," Nina suggested, taking a seat on the couch.

Janis gestured to Nina proudly. “The voice of reason. Seriously, I think we’d both feel better just hanging close with you two.”

Dean gave her a sly look and nodded. He’d already learned that she would not be deterred, and the lot of them staying up together wouldn’t be a liability, at least not one he could foresee. “Fine. The four of us, it is.”

To Be Continued...