Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ The way you Ketch me ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I pulled into a gas station about a mile out from the state line. It had been a long drive but I’d be there soon and I could finally tell the boys all about the other world, they always seemed interested in it. I smiled as I filled the tank, remembering the last time I told them anything about it. It was the story about how they didn’t exist in that world, look alikes did but they were just ‘actors’ in some show. Remembering made me laugh.

The gas line clamped to a stop, letting me know the tank was full. I hung the line and popped the hood open to do one last thing before I took off again. I looked over the engine for a few seconds before finding what I was looking for. A small green light attached to receiver.

I carefully pulled the bug off with my fingers and closed the hood again. Looking around I saw a nearby, unoccupied car and decided it was a good place to stick the bug. As quickly as I could, I ran over and stuck it to the inside of the tire shaft. That’d give Ketch something to chase for a while.

Happy with my work, I jumped back into my own ride and started down the road again, I was still a good twelve hours out and I wanted to get to the next town before sunset. I listened to the radio as I drove, trying to pick up on anything good or useful. All I heard was the common news stories over and over again, someone had robbed a bank, part of a city was underwater do to a dam leaking into the river, there was a fire somewhere. Nothing hunter worthy.

*7 hours later*

I rolled into a small town around eleven at night. I pulled into the closest motel, bought a room, and shacked up for the night. Throwing my bag onto the bad I wasn’t going to use, I sat on the edge of the other and pulled out my phone, wanting to send a quick text to Sam.

‘I’m about 5 hours out. I pulled into Midnight Riders motel just outside Kansas City for the night. I’ll make the rest of the trip tomorrow morning. See you boys soon.’ I wrote before hitting send and falling back onto the bed. I slipped a gun under the pillow and settled down to sleep.

*Some hours later*

I woke to the shifting of the bed on one side. I quickly jumped to action and pointed the barrel of my gun in the face of the intruder. It was silent for a few seconds, only our breathing making a sound. A car passing in front of the window illuminated the face in front of me, silver eyes smiling.

“I should’ve known.” I said, Gun still trained on his face.

“You really believed I had only one tracker on my own car?” Ketch said.

“I thought you would’ve gotten the message.” I said, relaxing slightly but still keeping my aim on him.

“You’re not going to shoot me so put the toy away, love.”

“How’d you get in?”

“I have my ways.”

“I can use lockpicks too, Ketch.” I relaxed fully, placing my gun at my side and moving to sit on the edge of the bed, “Why are you here? You could’ve just waited to follow me in the morning.”

“And do what? Sleep on a motorcycle?” He said, a sort of charm coming into his voice, “I’d rather be next to someone like you.”

“Someone who could’ve shot you?” I asked, looking in his direction.

Another car passing the window revealed that he was wet, it must have been raining. In the quick flash of light I could see that his hair was plastered to his face in some places and his clothes must have been drenched.

“It rained?” I asked, getting up and turning a light on before looking around for a towel.

“Yes. Quite a downpour really.”

I sighed, this night wasn’t going to end nicely. Finding a towel I went back to him and placed it next to him. “Stand up and take your shirt off.” I instructed.

Ketch stood with a smile plastered on his face, “I love when you tell me what to do.”

“Shut up, I’m only going to dry you off so you don’t freeze to death or something.” I said, watching as his jacket slid off and he pulled his shirt over his head. Fuck. I remember all of it. Every curve and ridge. I was getting distracted. I grabbed the towel off the bed and threw it at him.

“I don’t have any spare clothes for you but at least you won’t be wet.” I said, turning away.

I heard him laugh. “You’re not going to help?” he said.

“With what? Never dried yourself off before?” I said, turning back around. Mistake.

He had slipped his pants off and was standing in his boxers, running the towel through his hair, making it stick up in weird places. I stared for a few seconds longer before moving closer and stopping his hands, questioning silver eyes peeking out from under a corner of towel.

“You’re going to make it stand on end doing that.” I said, pushing his hands aside and using my own to brush through his still damp hair.

When I felt it was dry enough I ran the towel down his shoulders and his chest. I paused at his hips and looked up into his gaze. I let the towel slip from my grip as I reached up to run my hand along his cheek, watching his eyes close.

“Just once more.” I whispered, stretching up to kiss him, this leading to his hands going to my hips and bringing me closer, deepening the kiss.

I took a second to breath before slowly taking the tank top I had worn to sleep in off. I watched mercury eyes go wide at the site of no bra underneath it. That second passed and we were chest to chest as our lips locked again and my hands found their way through his hair. His hands stayed glued to my hips and began to move them gently as my lips moved to his neck, kissing here and leaving hickies there. I moved to his collarbone, my hands moving to his sides. He hastily tried to remove my jeans jolting when I gave a nip to his skin.

“We’ll get there so slow down.” I said, breathing heavy.

“I’m afraid I’ve gone too far to wait, love.” He said, in the next second lifting me and placing me onto the bed on my back.

His hands went back to my jeans as his lips began to pay attention to my chest and neck, doing similar things I was doing to him, leaving hickies in some spots and butterfly kisses in others. I shivered and moaned as he worked, silently rejoicing as I felt my jeans slip from my legs. Then his lips were at my ear, whispering sweet nothings and temptations just like he always did. My fingers found his hair again and pulled him into another kiss before he could find something else to do. This kiss was hot and filled with lust. I could feel it more when they were at my neck again, and his fingers hooking around the edge of my panties and stripping them off. I shivered as a finer ran across my inner thigh.

“What’s my name?” Ketch whispered in my ear.

“Arthur.” I said, gasping as the same finger danced across me, I was already wet.

I could feel the smile on his face as our lips met again and two fingers entered me, making me moan against his lips. His other hand found my hips as he began to pump his fingers in and out, our kiss getting deeper and our breathing, heavier. I ran my hands over his back, occasionally running my nails into his skin. Another minute and he pulled his fingers out, with protest from me.

“I promise there’s something better to come, love.” he whispered, teasing me with just the tip.

I smiled as I pulled one leg up and moved my hips ever so slightly, causing it to move in just slightly, making us both want more. A hand slid down my leg, hoisting it higher before driving in slowly, at first not giving me all of it, and out again. A slow pace was set as I kissed and nipped at his neck. The pace sped up and up until we were both moaning messes, claw marks down his back and hickies across my shoulder. We were getting close to that sweet edge, every thrust pushing closer and closer until we went over. I threw my head back onto the bed and closed my eyes, riding the sweet waves as long as I could. When it was over the only sound was our panting breaths as the high wore off and he pulled out, getting up to get rid of the condom. I sat up before laying properly in the bed and drifting off.

*Around seven in the morning, 5 hours later*

There was a knock at the hotel door, I groaned awake and moved the heavy arm that was draped across me, getting up off the bed. I searched for my panties, jeans, and tank top, putting them on before going and answering the door, slinging Ketchs’ jacket over my shoulders on the way.

“I thought I said I didn’t want any….” I said as I opened the door, stopping mid sentence as I stared into the green eyes of my half-brother, Dean.

“Anyway what?” He said, a smirk on his face as he eyed me up and down, “Looks like you already had enough of something.”

“What are you doing here?” I said, looking around the parking lot for Baby, and Sam.

I saw them a few feet away, Sam just beginning to walk over with Castiel. Shit. The angel would know what had gone on but I’d have to try and keep my brothers out of it, they’d flip if they knew. I snapped back to Dean as he tried to push the door open, I stopped him by slipping outside and shutting it behind me.

“What? I can’t go inside?” he said, a small pout on his face.

“She obviously had a guest Dean, who knows what it looks like in there.” Sam said as he took a stand next to his brother, Cas standing behind them, eyeing me.

“Nice jacket. Where’d you get it?” Dean asked.

Fuck, the shock of them being there made me forget I was wearing it. “Uhhh…” I stammered, trying to think up and answer.

“I think it belongs to….” Cas began before I interrupted him.

“It’s a friends.” I said, “I met up with an old friend when I came into town. Got to catch up with him a little bit.” I hated lying to them but it was for their own good.

“Hey Dean, check out the bike.” Sam said, admiring the motorcycle that was sitting a few parking spots away from my own ride.

“Heh. Nice.” He said, smiling in admiration before his look changed to curiosity, “Wait a minute. Sam doesn’t that look familiar?”

“Uh. I mean I guess. Why?” Sam said.

“The bike.” Dean pointed from it to me, “The jacket.”

“What are you getting at?” Sam asked.

“I believe he’s trying to suggest that your sister….” Once again Cas was interrupted, this time by the door opening behind me.

 “Love do you know where my jacket went? I can’t seem to find it.” Ketch said, still wiping sleep from his eyes, pants on but unbuttoned, and shirt sloppily slung over his shoulder.

Fuck.

“I knew it. I knew that damn bike looked familiar!” Dean said, taking a charge for the man behind me.

“Whoa! Dean!” I said, stepping in between them and sticking my hands out to stop Dean short, “This is not what it looks like.”

“Then what is it, Alex?! Why is he here?!” Dean was fuming.

“Am….I interrupting something?” Ketch said, trying to act clueless.

“As I was trying to say.” Cas said, finally able to speak a full sentence, “I believe they slept together.”

Dean looked from Cas to me, several emotions going through his face before stopping on confusion. I sighed and pushed against my brother, making him step back a little.

“Thanks Cas.” I said, slightly annoyed. “Yes. That’s true. But don’t look at me like that! You know mom did too right?”

“That really doesn’t mean you should.” Sam said, speaking up from behind Dean.

“I think I’m going to take off, love.” Ketch said, sliding his shirt on and taking the jacket from my shoulders. “I’ll catch up when you straighten this out.”

And with that he made a dash to the bike and took off before Dean could get at him. This of course returned all attention to me. I sighed again and held the door open.

 

“I’ll explain inside.”