Hells Whisper

Dean walked down the hall to his room with Damien hot on his heels asking him ridiculous questions and he really didn't want to answer them. They were pointless and even if he had answered those irritating questions they would only spawn more dumb questions and Dean had little mind power when it came to dumbass questions. He really had to love children to deal with questions like: "Can we date?" "Wanna fuck?" "Do you love me?" For some reason his students were drawn to his aura and it affected them in a sexual manner and some of them wanted to act on their feelings and he's always like "Ehhh, Noo.... Uhh, You're class is starting." "So Dean are you gonna fuck the hell outta your boytoy?" Damien asked as he slauntered behind him and he sent him a glare that any person would go running from, but as Damien was a Demon, he didn't give a damn about glances and threats as he was the Bishop in hell he was highly ranked on Cain's trusted followers. Dean sped up reaching his room and he threw it open and slammed it shut in Damien's face locking it behind him and he threw himself on the bed burying his face into the pillow  trying to drown his thoughts out. But the more he tried to think about something other than Jack disappearing for fifteen years the more the thought made itself evident and the sheering pain of his heart ripping in two made it unbearable for him to be in the same room with Jack. Why had he gone in the first place? Why'd he wait fifteen years well after his parents placed a coffin in the ground to keep Dean happy and to keep him from committing suicide? Why? Why was the question on his mind and the only thing that occupied his heart and not knowing was killing him. Dean bit the pillow his face was on and growled shaking his head rapidly from side to side. He wasn't going to get anywhere with these thoughts bombarding him every few seconds and he threw his face into the pillow and screamed the feeling in his body draining with the weight of fucking gravity. Stupid gravity....

"Dean? Are you alright?" A deep rumble came from the foot of the bed and those browns flicked so quickly that his neck cracked under the quick movement. Jack stood at the foot of the bed, dressed in jeans and not much else. His hair, that raven black hair was damp and stuck to the sides of his face. He really hadn't changed from the last time he had seen Dean and Dean couldn't help but to crawl to the end of the bed and embrace Jack. But that nagging ass thought of him disappearing for fifteen years had Dean's hand rearing backwards and he placed his palm so hard across Jacks face his skin burned in the shape of Dean's hand. He'd actually left a hand print on someone's face... that was a first. Jack's blue eyes flashed in anger and he moved faster than Dean could trace. Dean was pinned underneath Jack's body and he shivered when he was faced with a snarl.

"What the fuck was that for?" Jack hissed.

"You asshole..." Dean whispered as his eyes began to tear up. Jack. He was the love of his life. The one he would do anything for in the whole wide world... walk through hell and even face Raven to get him for himself. He'd do anything for Jack..... so why had he left him alone for fifteen years?

"Dean...." Jack's blue eyes seemed to understand quickly why Dean had slapped him hard and he ran hand through his damp hair. Dean was upset that he'd left him for so long and believing he was dead for that long it would naturally be a shock to... see your best friend again. Not only that but the person you loved and vowed never to disrespect. Jack leaned in close to Dean and took his lips under his own and he slipped his tongue into his mouth licking every corner of Dean's mouth before those hands of his buried themselves in Jacks hair, urging him to keep going. Then his mind caught up with him and Dean pushed at Jack's chest.

"No! No, you aren't going to get away with that! Why Jack? Why did you leave me all of a sudden? Why didn't you come back? Don't you know how much I loved you? Didn't you feel it in the way I treated you? Why Jack. Just why?" Dean pushed and slapped and scratched at him and Jack held his wrists. He was lashing out and that was never good. Dean could be a very dangerous powerhouse when he wanted to be and when he was upset it almost fucking doubled.

Dean crushed his eyes closed and didn't want to do anything but learn why. No kissing, no cuddling, no snogging, no fucking. No nothing... not until he learned the truth

"Dean the reason why I didn't tell you anything, is because I knew I could be tracked after I killed that son of a bitch Andy, I used my actual powers that day after years and years of you know... staying hidden. I snapped his bones Dean. I snapped every limb, every digit, every available thing that could be broken in two." Jack said.

"How?" Dean asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

"I used my mist. To the Crone, its highly traceable with my biosignature in it, so after the day I killed Andrew, I had to leave..." 

"Or else what??" Dean huffed. If Jack was about to do this "I'm the Man" thing then he could shove it up his arse.

"Because... I loved you, and didn't want you to be killed because of me. I had to leave to protect you."

"That's the most cheesiest-"

"Most wonderful thing I've heard you say EVER JACK! Congratulations! " A voice said and Jack turned his head to see his youngest brother William at the bedroom door.

"Dean locked that door, how the hell did you even get in?" and ruin my moment you bitch.

"Easy fella. I'm just here for my cigs. You still have em right?" Will asked rubbing his hands together.

"Of course I do, what do you take me for some airhead?"

"Well you are about to reconcile with the love of your life and probably have sex here and now so I want my cigs before things get hot and heavy at their disposal. I mean come the hell on... I'll fucking rip Damien's head off If I so don't smoke right now."

"Here," Jack said tossing the pack of cancer sticks Will had taken a liking to over the years at him. "Take em. Now get lost."

"Oh I will." Will said as he closed his eyes and literally faded into nothing. "Huh, so that's one of his powers." Jack said with a smile. Dean looked horrified.

"What the hell was that? What is he? What- what are you?"

"Tubies. Tubies are hybrid Demons made by a witch and are immortal. We can live through the harshest things. But as we are half human, we do not do a witches' bidding without some sort of protection i.e. the contract. It places a time limit on how long a witch can control someone who cannot die. Even if I were to get life in prison I'd out live the judge and be set  free and she'd still have me. The children that didn't leave her have signed an indefinite contract with her. They'll follow her for eternity because she's the only mother they've known. Unlike Will, Jacob and myself."

"What?"

"She kidnapped me when I was young. When I actually was a child. Therefore I knew what to do and what not to do. My father always said read before you sign. And I did even as an eight year old I knew I was going to live forever and then I didn't think I would ever love anyone. So I signed. I didn't sign the one with the unlimited time with her. I just signed one for a little over five thousand years. I'm six thousand years old. I was only about five hundred and ninety something when I found you Dean. And from then on I let myself grow with you. Protect you. Love you and only you...It's the only thing I could think about and I fucked up majorly when I killed Andrew, though it did feel wonderful to feel his spine snap between my teeth."

"Oh god please don't tell me how you killed him. I just- ugh..." Dean shuddered and lifted his head to Jack who in turn took his lips and kissed him again. He'd left because he'd put Dean in danger. That was the reason... but he wasn't really gone was he?

"Jack?" Dean asked through the kiss earning an 'mmm?' from the man atop of him. "Were you there? When I thought I was alone?" he asked.

"Yes, I was. I was always with you Dean. Never were you out of my sight for fifteen years... you know except when you deserved privacy, Like when you showered or masturbated. .... Ahem... not that I didn't like to hear your grunts and moans of pleasure."

Dean blushed a bright red and he shoved at Jack who laughed and bent his head to Dean's neck and nipped at him earning an earthy moan. It was one of the things that Jack craved. He wanted more. He wanted to be inside of Dean so badly but he would stick to foreplay. Because of Andrew he had to start back at square one. DAMNIT!

"Hey Jack?"

"Yes love?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

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"TAKE ME OUT! RANDLE ALEXANDER CARMICHAEL! I WANT TO GO OUT SIDE! OUT OUT OUT OUT!!" Taylor screamed at Randy and threw things in his direction. He was being irritated by Damien who had popped up while they were snogging in the living room, he scared the ever living hell out of Taylor and he began crying which sent Aaron and Fang into a Rage and Luke sat by his brother shushing him like a wary child-tamer. Fang and Aaron had ganged up on Damien and tied him up and hung him from the ceiling and they all ignored his grunts and muffles for help. If he was a demon he must have been ordered to not use his powers around Taylor who was acting weird for some reason but Randy would get it out of him soon. If another knife didn't go flying by his head! 

"We'll go out alright? We'll go just let me get the stuff ready!!" Randy begged as he bolted to the kitchen and gathered their things. It wasn't a big deal because Jacob kept things neat and package able. 'I'm just your problem' played in Randy's mind as he finished up the picnic basket and he felt he wasn't alone anymore.

"You know you're cleaning all those picnic dishes right?" Jacob asked with one eyebrow raised. "I know." Randy answered. "Aaron and I arent going. I have business and Aaron well... is being a dick. So be careful."

"We will. See ya in a few hours!" Randy said as he heard Taylor screaming at Fang for taking his seat. Things were getting B.A.D. Maybe a little outting out do Taylor some good.