Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Kashmir ❯ 3: Hotel California ( Chapter 3 )

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3: Hotel California - The Eagles

It had been a few weeks since New Orleans, and she had worked a few cases: a vamp nest in east Texas, a haunting in South Georgia, and a shifter in northern Tennessee. All were fairly easy to dispatch. Now, she was making her way back to the family compound for a few days of rest before regrouping to head out on her next series of hunts.

What surprised her most, since running into the brothers in New Orleans, was that the eldest Winchester wasn't making himself a stranger after all. In fact, they spoke regularly either via text or phone call. It was strange for her, but he was slowly becoming one of the first friends she had ever had, outside her close-knit family. They talked about their hunts mostly, keeping up with each other's progress. They joked around a lot. And, on a few rare occasions, they talked about their lives outside of hunting.

Se heaved a sigh. The only thing she hated about these trips home, was that there was no mission to think about on the road. Only her, the highway, and her thoughts. As she turned her music up louder, she convinced herself to drown out all thoughts of Dean Winchester.

The sun was just starting to make its way over the horizon as she turned through the large iron gate on to the well-worn gravel road that led into the family compound. Old, sturdy oak trees lined the weaving driveway up to the mansion's front courtyard. She parked her SUV and climbed out, leaving her bags for once she was settled in. The house loomed over her in the fading sunlight. It was an antebellum monster with massive white columns that stood proudly around the wraparound porch.

Before she could begin her ascent of the brick steps leading up to the porch, a strong hand wrapped around her arm and spun her around.

“Michael!”

She gave him a broad grin and pulled the giant into a hug. While he was the next in line behind her, he was only 17 and had yet to be fully inducted into the life. She refused to call him her `little' cousin, seeing as how he had a solid six inches on her. And, while she came home as often as possible, it had been too long since she had last seen him. She swore he had grown another inch or two.

“How'd the hunt go? You have to tell me everything!”

The excitement shone in his eyes. He was so eager to have his first real hunt, and he chose to live vicariously through his older cousins.

“All in due time M! First things first. I need a bath and a hot meal.”

He nodded, though his disappointment showed. As he released her, and walked up the stairs, the massive wooded doors of the main entrance swung open, slamming against the frame. Through the opening barreled Michaels younger sister, Maddie. At only 13, she was the baby of the family and still held an innocence and naivety that had yet to be tainted by the life. Kat barely had time to open her arms wide as Maddie flung herself towards her.

“Kat! I'm so glad you're back! I have to show you what I've learned in weapons training with dad!”

Her laughter was infectious as Kat swung her around. To anyone outside the family, Maddie could be mistaken for her younger sister, and the bond they shared only served to enforce that assumption.

“I'm so proud Mini Me! We will have to go out to the range tomorrow, after your lessons.”

Without setting her down, the trio proceeded into the foyer of the home. This was how it always was when she came back, no matter how long she had been gone. The two youngest greeted her at the door before anyone else had the chance. She stuck her head into the formal sitting room to the right, where the grandparents usually spent most of their time.

Inside, three small elderly women sat around a table going thought pages of documents, no doubt ancient texts that were to be added to the family's extensive library. As she cleared her throat and walked toward the table, she was immediately greeted by their familiar chatter. All of them asking questions about her most recent hunts, if she was hungry or tired, and her personal favorite, if she had met any boys. She suppressed a sigh and did her best to answer the questions, leaving out the portion about the Winchesters, between hugs.

The oldest of the women was her father's mother, Francis. To the family, she held the formal title of Grandmother. She was a short, stout woman in her eighties with lightly graying black hair. While she was never a hunter, her husband, Red was. He was killed on a job when Kat was only seven. Behind her, in her seventies, was her mother's mother and the matriarch of the family, June. Despite her petit stature, all of the grandkids had grown up with their Gran's hunts as their favorite bedtime stores. And lastly, there was Mimi, Michael and Maddie's maternal grandmother. She was the youngest of `the elders', though she had never been a hunter.

After excusing herself from the gaggle of elderly women, she made her way up the massive stair case to the third floor where her rooms was; her `home hotel' as she called it. She opened the door to the familiar surroundings and flung herself onto her king-size bed. The walls of her room were a light gray, with dark cherry wooden floors. The headboard of her bed was constructed from a white antique shutter from the last remodel of the house. White sheets and comforter covered her bed, along with an assortment of pillows. Across from her bed was a large window with a view of the front courtyard and drive way. On the wall to the right of her bed was a large chest containing miscellaneous clothing that wouldn't fit in her closet. Her collection of antique guns and knives decorated the wall above the dresser.

Coming home always seemed to breathe fresh air back into her lungs. She lounged on her bed a moment longer before she got up to shower. She would be expected at dinner with the whole family in just a few hours.

She pried herself out of the bed and made her way through her walk-in closet to the jack and jill bathroom she shared with her sister, Faye. She closed and locked both doors as she turned on the shower.

Several minutes later, she unlocked the doors and emerged in a cloud of steam. After drying herself, she dressed in a comfortable pair of black leggings and an oversized t-shirt before making her way into the hall. She tapped lightly on her older sister's door before opening it and jumping onto her bed. Faye sat up with a start, wiping her eyes in an attempt to focus. They both laughed and shared a hug before Faye spoke.

“Still don't own a hair dryer I see… how were the hunts? I didn't hear much from you this round.”

Even though Faye was only four years older than her, they acted the same age. She had long auburn hair that hung straight just past her shoulders with bright green eyes. Honestly, they looked nothing alike, except for their height.

They grew up more like best friends and always made a point to speak every day, even when they were on the job. Faye was the one person in the family that she could be one hundred percent honest with. But this trip, Kat had neglected her sisterly duties, and for that she blamed the Winchesters. Idiots.

“A lot happened this round. After dinner tonight, let's take a walk and catch up. I have something I need to speak with you about anyway.”

Faye eyed her suspiciously, but agreed. As Faye got up to shower for dinner, Kat made her way back downstairs to locate her mother. She was trying to decide if she would need to be involved with her talk with Faye. Mother knows best after all.

She laughed quietly to herself, making her way into the back garden where her mother was sitting in the swing, reading from one of their many lore books. Before Kat could speak, her mother, Chari looked up with a smile. She stood as Kat approached, giving her a tight hug.

“Hello sweetheart! I'm so glad you're finally home!”

Her mother slid over on the swing to make room. Kat sat indian style next to her, giving her mother a quick rundown of the hunts, before her mother started in on her.

“Well not that I'm not thrilled that everything went well, but you didn't call your sister as regularly. Did something happen?”

Damnit Faye. Coulda hidden this from mom if you'd just kept your mouth shut. She heaved a heavy sigh and ran a hand over her face. She had to tell the truth. Not only would her mother know that she was lying, it would eventually come out and she would never hear the end of it.

“To be honest… yes and no. Look, if you really want to know, I was planning to talk to Faye tonight after dinner. I'll tell you both then.”

Her mother simply nodded. She knew that Kat was planning to use Faye to soften whatever blow came after their talk. Big sister always had her back. They both stood to go in for dinner with the rest of the family, with Kat taking her time. She was a bit nervous for this after dinner conversation.

Dinner was a typical affair. The places were already set by the time the family made their way into the massive dining room. The long mahogany table could seat 20, and thankfully that was enough for them… for now. The conversation flowed as everyone who had been away for hunts filled the rest of the clan in on their adventures. The youngest of the group, Michael and Maddie, were especially enthusiastic about her tales. As dinner wound to a close, she could feel her nerves starting to eat at her.

Too soon the rest of her family was leaving the table to do whatever they had planned after dinner. Her mother and sister eyed her expectantly as they got up from their seats. Her mother went for the kitchen, no doubt going for a bottle of wine to lighten the mood, and Kat and Faye made their way to the back corner of the main garden, next to the pool.

The three women sat as Chari poured glasses of the plum wine she had pulled from the kitchen. Kat took a long sip to give her confidence a boost. Before she could even begin, Faye beat her to it.

“Ok, Kat… Spill! You met a boy didn't you!”

She almost choked on her wine, but ended up snorting instead. Both her mother and sister were silent and waited for her to continue.

“Well… you see… it's a little more uh… complicated than that.”

She stammered out the sentence like an idiot. But when she was met with more silence, she unloaded on them. She told them everything. She spilled about the phone number exchange with a demon in the middle nowhere, the bars in New Orleans, the walk back to her hotel, the text messages that continued for weeks and even the occasional phone calls. By the time she finished her story, she was more nervous than she could ever remember. But one look at her mother calmed her immediately. There was no anger at not going completely by the books and no disappointment for continuing to speak with the brothers. Chari simply smiled back at her.

“Oh honey! It's fine. If that's all you had to tell us, there was nothing to be nervous about. Look, you already have everything you need to know about both brothers. You're an adult. You can make your own decisions. Just know that I'm always going to be here to support you!”

“Same here sis!”

Kat breathed a sigh of relief and hugged them both tightly. She supposed they were right. It's not like other members of the family didn't have friends outside that were hunters. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to entertain a friendship with the brothers.

After their moment was over, the three women made their way back into the house. Kat decided to head on up to her room for bed. She realized she hadn't really been getting enough sleep lately, what with the all the hunts and driving she had been doing.

As she prepared for bed, she walked toward her most prized possession, an old turn table that she had belonged to her late grandfather. She gently lifted the cover, placed an album on, and lowered the needle. As the record began to turn, the soft chords of `Hotel California' began to drift through her speakers. She turned the volume low and climbed into bed to drift off to sleep.

There was very little light in the motel room as she cracked open her eyes. The first sensation she registered was how warm she felt, then an unfamiliar scent reached her nose. It was masculine and clean, like old leather and sandal wood. As she attempted to lift herself to take in her surroundings, a weight against her waist held her tightly in place, then pulled her effortlessly toward the soft warmth to her right. The next sensation that hit her was skin, smooth and warm. Turning in the grasp of her captor, her hazel eyes clashed with emerald green. The corners of his lips lifted in a lazy smile.

“What are you doing up so early? We don't have to leave for a while yet.”

It took her a moment to process the rest of the situation. He pulled her against him more fully, and now she could feel more warm skin against her. She was fully awake in an instant. `Why am I naked?' The question hung in her mind until she felt his warm lip press firmly against the lower part of her jaw, his teeth nipping gently. She realized then that he was still waiting for a response.

“Dean…”

She tried to question him, tried to respond, but his mouth on her skin shut down all major brain functions. She could only concentrate on the feel of him. She couldn't help herself, and she gave over completely to the sensations. His mouth trailed like the hottest flames over her jaw, neck, and chest before finally coming to land against her lips. They battled for dominance in a clash of lips, teeth, and tongue before Dean took control. He rolled them so he was positioned above her. His left hand tangled in her messy hair as his right trailed to her hip, pulling them to meet his on in a lazy grinding motion.

She could feel how hard he was already, and if the ease of his movements was any indication, she was fairly wet for him as well. The only sounds in the room were their panting breaths as he positioned himself to enter her. She arched against his chest as he was fully seated inside her. And with a gentle roll of his hips, the dance began. He was slow at first. Taking his time working both of them toward the oncoming peak. As they inched closer to the edge, his pace quickened. Instead of languid rolls of his hips, there were sharp thrust that forced him deep within her. Her legs shook as she reached her end. Just as lights began to explode behind her eyes, he called her name. She heard her name again, but this time, the voice was not Dean's.

She opened her eyes, unaware of her surroundings. Faye smiled down at her from her position next to the bed. A dream… really? What am I, a teenager? She was so disgruntled with herself and her sister, she grabbed the nearest pillow and flung it towards Faye's face. She dodged easily and summoned her grouchy younger sister for breakfast. Goddamn wet dream. Can't even remember the last time that happened.

Grabbing her phone from the charger, she looked down to check the time, but a message on the screen caught her eye. Great… Just what I need.

“Hope you made it home safely. Just wrapped up Chupacabra hunt… and yes you read that right. Catch up when you're not busy.”

She would call him later, but for now she put the phone back on her night stand and made her way downstairs for breakfast. She just prayed that the next few days at home would be uneventful. She didn't know how long she would be able to hide how this was affecting her.