Fic: Kitsune part 8
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serafina20Title Kitsune (part 8)
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serafina20
Disclaimer Supernatural, the concept, and characters belong to Eric Kripke, the WB, and others with more money than I.
Pairing mild Dean/OC (suggested)
Warnings Fast and loose mythology, but nothing the show wouldn't do. Swearing.
Summary The Winchesters, with the help of a friend, are investigating a series of seemingly unrelated deaths of college professors ranging back one hundred and fifty years. Sequel to Captured Soul
If I had to guess, I'd say 2 more parts to wrap this all up.
Previous Parts
It was too hot in the room. Too hot. Her skin burned and her blood felt like lava flowing through her veins. Sweat gathered at her hairline, between her breasts, behind her ears. And everywhere Kit's lips touched felt as if it caught fire.
"Are you hot?" Rachel gasped. It was so hard to think. Maybe it was supposed to be, she didn't know. Did you need your brain while you were having sex? Maybe you were just supposed to feel, not analyze everything, but, *God*, she felt like she was on fire.
"Just for you," Kit whispered. He shifted his weight on top of her. His knee was pressed against the inside of her thigh; if she moved just a little, she could press against him, feel just a little of that twisting relief for her arousal. "God, you're so beautiful." His hands slipped under her back.
She felt fingers fumble with her bra. "Kit, wait." This was so fast. Too fast, maybe she wasn't ready, but, God, if he stopped...
"Let's just take this off." He bit her neck, then licked down to the top of her bra. Even the wetness from his tongue seemed to burn. "That's all."
It seemed stupid to say no.
"Just let me sit up." She gripped his shoulders and pushed him up, mouth latching onto his. It was had to let him get too far away. She couldn't seem to stop kissing him.
Kit moaned softly against her lips. His fingers fumbled slightly on the hooks, but he got it undone. "Perfect," he said as he slid the straps off her arms. One of his hands cupped her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple.
A shiver went through her, twisting her stomach. No one had ever touched her breasts before other than her doctor and herself. It was weird.
Nice.
"Perfect is a bit of an exaggeration," she said, dopey smile on her face. She leaned forward and kissed him. "But I like hearing it."
Kit kissed the corner of her mouth, then moved to her ear. "Get used to it," he whispered. He sucked on her earlobe while he kneaded her nipple with a care that sent shivers down her spine.
"Kit," Rachel groaned. She felt like she was going to catch fire. "Kit, I..."
There was a loud bang and then Dean was shouting, "Hey, asshole, get the fuck off her!"
Kit whirled. Rachel caught a glimpse of Dean, saw the gun in his hands, and threw herself onto the bed a split second before Dean fired.
Kit burst into flames.
Rachel screamed as a fire engulfed something smacked into her neck and arm. She kicked Kit off her legs and rolled to the floor. Another thing--a tail--whipped against her back. Pain exploded from the wound and she screamed again.
"Rachel," Kit said. He was on his feet in the middle of the bed, recognizable except for the fire surrounding him and the five tails that had sprouted from his back.
Panting, she reached for her mattress. Kit misinterpreted it, because he reached down, took her by the wrist.
She cried out, yanked her hand back. "Let go!"
And then Dean had her around the waist and was pulling her, shooting at Kit over and over again until the thing let her go.
Dean barreled her into the bathroom and slammed the door behind. "Are you okay?" he demanded. He had his hands around her arms, squeezing so tightly that she could feel bruises forming.
When she didn't answer, Dean shook her. "Are you okay? Rachel, talk to me. What the hell did it do you?"
"I'm fine." She had her hands clenched in his shirt. Tears built behind her eyes.
"You don't look fine." Dean touched her cheek and turned her head. "You're burned. Doesn't look too bad, though. Probably should put some water on it." He dragged her to the shower.
"Shouldn't we g-go after K-Kit?" Rachel asked, shivering.
Dean shook his head as he turned on the water. "I don't know what the hell it is. The rock salt didn't faze it; I even shot it with a bullet once it was off you, and it didn't do anything." He helped her step into the bathtub.
Rachel's legs almost gave out, but Dean grabbed her before she hit the floor. "I think it's a kitsune," she said, shivering harder.
"A what?" He kicked off his shoes and quickly stripped down to his boxers, managing to keep a supporting hand on her the whole time. Then, he climbed into the shower and wrapped his arms around her.
Rachel allowed him to turn her around so her back was pressed against his stomach. She tilted her head so the water could hit the burn on her neck; Dean held her arm under the stream; the coldness was a shock, but it dulled the pain.
"A kitsune," she repeated. "A fox fairy. It's Japanese."
"That makes sense. The last two forms it took came around with a Japanese art show. And it sometimes was a Japanese girl named Kimi. How do we kill it?"
Rachel sneezed and shivered violently. Dean's arms tightened around her.
"I'm not sure. I think we need to cut off its tail." She sneezed again and leaned her head against Dean's chest. "It seems so obvious now. I mean, I can't believe I fell for it."
"Why?"
"Kitsunes seduce scholars. They feed on their life energy." She closed her eyes and leaned her head into the water. When she pulled back, she added, "Of course, they usually just go after men according to the legends, so I wasn't completely stupid."
Dean pulled a hank of hair off Rachel's cheek, tucked it behind her ear. "Why men?"
"It's probably easier to get the life energy out. I mean, if you assume that the energy is connected to… to…" Her cheeks burned again. "You know."
"Yeah, I get it," Dean said wryly. "But it's gone after women before, too. That's how Sam and I figured out that Kit was the one behind it all; he used the same name and look on another woman."
She nodded and sighed. Tears pressed behind her eyes, and she squeezed them tightly. Her fingernails dug into the palms of her hands and even with the water falling on her, she could still feel the sting of where Kit's lips had touched her.
No wonder he'd been so warm. No wonder his touch at burned her, even before Dean had revealed what he truly was. It was so obvious.
"I'm so stupid," she choked out. Tears squeezed out from the corner of her eyes.
"Don't know why.. I mean, yeah, you totally got played, but he didn't lie to you. He went after you because you're smart, right?"
"No. Well, yes. I mean, that's not the entire reason." Her cheeks burned.
There was a short silence. "What's the entire reason?"
"I don't...." She bit her tongue, holding back the lie. "It's just, he kept going on and on about how I was virtuous and all. The perfect scholar. That should have tipped me off."
"So, you're a good person."
"No, you moron," she said snapped. She turned to face him, heart pounding. "It's not just smarts. This is Yale, for God's sakes. Smart people are dime a dozen. And it's not just about being good. It's about.... *virtue*. It's more than being good. I.... Scholars in Japan had a reputation for being virtuous."
Dean looked at her blankly.
She tried again. "Virtuous. Like, virgin." When he didn't say anything, she shouted, "I'm a virgin, you idiot."
Surprise flitted across his face. "But... you're gorgeous. And smart. And have condoms."
"I have condoms just in case. Because I'm a good little Girl Scout and always prepared. But I just haven't.... I mean I'm not... I just don't..." Frustrated, Rachel tugged at her hair. "I don't know why I'm a virgin. I've just never really met anyone I wanted to have sex with. Okay?"
"Okay," Dean said with a shrug. He still looked surprised, but he let it go. "So. Did he get any of your life energy?"
"You are such a dick." She pulled away from him and promptly slipped.
Dean caught her and hauled her back up. "I wasn't asking if you'd fucked him," he said, voice hard. "I'm just wondering if somehow he managed to shorten your life any because, God knows, *that* would be a fucking tragedy."
"I think I'm fine." Her voice cracked.
"Good." He tightened his arms around her waist. "So. How do I kill it?"
Rachel cleared her throat and pressed into his chest. The burns didn't hurt as much anymore and she was getting cold. Dean, at least, was a little bit warm. "I don't know. I have some books and there's the internet. My instinct is that we've got to get rid of his tail." A tear slid out of her eye. "I have a machete under my mattress. I was trying to grab it when I fell off the bed. I think K... it thought I was trying to get back to him."
"Why would you do that?"
She shook her head.
"Okay, new rule about weapons. The machete goes on the wall so, if you need it, you can just grab it and kill whatever is trying to kill you." He tried to push her away, but she refused to budge. "Hey, you crying?"
"No." It came out as a sob. Her face was hot with tears.
She pressed her face into his chest harder.
"Hey. What's wrong?" With a strained grunt, he pushed her back and under the spray.
"I almost had sex with a demon that was only after my life energy and I'm an idiot."
"It was an easy mistake," he said. He turned the water off. "I mean, people before you fell for him, too."
Rachel rubbed her nose, tears falling faster. "Yeah, but I should have known. I mean, who'd want..." She broke off abruptly.
Dean's eyes went dark. He stepped into her, forcing her around, back pressed into the cold, tile wall. His hands clenched too tightly on her shoulders and he kissed her.
It wasn't like Kit's gentle, too-warm kisses. It wasn't even like the last time Dean had kissed her, short, fleeing, over before it was begun.
This.... This as a bone melting, knee weakening, fire-in-the-belly, aching, driving kiss. This was tongue against hers and taste of spit and coffee and salt and hands squeezing and a body against hers and harsh breathing in her ears and mind spinning and *oh God yes*.
Rachel wrapped her leg around his and pressed up, standing on her toes, trying to get closer, trying to merge inside, trying to...
"Dean! Rachel!"
Dean broke off too quickly, pulling away. Unbalanced and reeling, Rachel slid to the floor. The porcelain tub was cold against her legs, underwear already soaked through, but the shock was enough to make her gasp.
"We're in here, Sam!" Dean shouted. He jumped out of the tub and locked the door. "Here." He picked up his clothes from their pile on the floor and tossed the button down shirt he'd been wearing over his tee at her. "Put that on." He started pulling on his own clothes.
Hands shaking, Rachel complied. The shirt was dry and warm and smelled like him. He didn't wear cologne, but there was a faint, musty kind of aftershave clinging to it, along with sweat and something indefinable.
His pants and shirt back on, Dean wrapped his hand around her unburned wrist and helped her out of the tub. "We were with your dad when we realized what Kit was," Dean said. "Just as a warning."
"Oh, God," Rachel groaned, humiliation flooding her. "Every girl's dream."
"Yeah." He unlocked the door and exited, blocking Rachel's view. "Hey, Sam. Dr. Adams."
Rachel followed, face hot. Her pants came flying at her unexpectedly, hitting her in the face. Quickly, she struggled into them, wishing the earth would just swallow her whole.
"Uh, Kit?" Sam stuttered.
"Gone, for now. Not dead." Dean explained what happened, throwing a glanced over his shoulder.
Rachel zipped up her pants and heaved s sigh of relief.
"And my daughter?"
"I'm okay, Daddy." Cupping her injured wrist gingerly in the opposite had, Rachel shuffled around Dean. "I'm a little burned. There was an accident when Dean shot Ki.... the kitsune, but I'm okay."
Her father sighed, shaking his head. His eyes flicked from her burns to Dean, and Rachel saw him mouth, 'thank you,' before stepping forward and hugging Rachel tightly. "My poor little girl."
"I'm fine, Dad." Rachel rested her face against his vest.
"Of course you are. You're an Adams." He kissed the top of her head.
"Right." She pressed against her face tightly into him for a moment, then broke from his embrace. "Okay. So. How do we kill this sonofabitch?"
Author
serafina20Disclaimer Supernatural, the concept, and characters belong to Eric Kripke, the WB, and others with more money than I.
Pairing mild Dean/OC (suggested)
Warnings Fast and loose mythology, but nothing the show wouldn't do. Swearing.
Summary The Winchesters, with the help of a friend, are investigating a series of seemingly unrelated deaths of college professors ranging back one hundred and fifty years. Sequel to Captured Soul
If I had to guess, I'd say 2 more parts to wrap this all up.
Previous Parts
It was too hot in the room. Too hot. Her skin burned and her blood felt like lava flowing through her veins. Sweat gathered at her hairline, between her breasts, behind her ears. And everywhere Kit's lips touched felt as if it caught fire.
"Are you hot?" Rachel gasped. It was so hard to think. Maybe it was supposed to be, she didn't know. Did you need your brain while you were having sex? Maybe you were just supposed to feel, not analyze everything, but, *God*, she felt like she was on fire.
"Just for you," Kit whispered. He shifted his weight on top of her. His knee was pressed against the inside of her thigh; if she moved just a little, she could press against him, feel just a little of that twisting relief for her arousal. "God, you're so beautiful." His hands slipped under her back.
She felt fingers fumble with her bra. "Kit, wait." This was so fast. Too fast, maybe she wasn't ready, but, God, if he stopped...
"Let's just take this off." He bit her neck, then licked down to the top of her bra. Even the wetness from his tongue seemed to burn. "That's all."
It seemed stupid to say no.
"Just let me sit up." She gripped his shoulders and pushed him up, mouth latching onto his. It was had to let him get too far away. She couldn't seem to stop kissing him.
Kit moaned softly against her lips. His fingers fumbled slightly on the hooks, but he got it undone. "Perfect," he said as he slid the straps off her arms. One of his hands cupped her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple.
A shiver went through her, twisting her stomach. No one had ever touched her breasts before other than her doctor and herself. It was weird.
Nice.
"Perfect is a bit of an exaggeration," she said, dopey smile on her face. She leaned forward and kissed him. "But I like hearing it."
Kit kissed the corner of her mouth, then moved to her ear. "Get used to it," he whispered. He sucked on her earlobe while he kneaded her nipple with a care that sent shivers down her spine.
"Kit," Rachel groaned. She felt like she was going to catch fire. "Kit, I..."
There was a loud bang and then Dean was shouting, "Hey, asshole, get the fuck off her!"
Kit whirled. Rachel caught a glimpse of Dean, saw the gun in his hands, and threw herself onto the bed a split second before Dean fired.
Kit burst into flames.
Rachel screamed as a fire engulfed something smacked into her neck and arm. She kicked Kit off her legs and rolled to the floor. Another thing--a tail--whipped against her back. Pain exploded from the wound and she screamed again.
"Rachel," Kit said. He was on his feet in the middle of the bed, recognizable except for the fire surrounding him and the five tails that had sprouted from his back.
Panting, she reached for her mattress. Kit misinterpreted it, because he reached down, took her by the wrist.
She cried out, yanked her hand back. "Let go!"
And then Dean had her around the waist and was pulling her, shooting at Kit over and over again until the thing let her go.
Dean barreled her into the bathroom and slammed the door behind. "Are you okay?" he demanded. He had his hands around her arms, squeezing so tightly that she could feel bruises forming.
When she didn't answer, Dean shook her. "Are you okay? Rachel, talk to me. What the hell did it do you?"
"I'm fine." She had her hands clenched in his shirt. Tears built behind her eyes.
"You don't look fine." Dean touched her cheek and turned her head. "You're burned. Doesn't look too bad, though. Probably should put some water on it." He dragged her to the shower.
"Shouldn't we g-go after K-Kit?" Rachel asked, shivering.
Dean shook his head as he turned on the water. "I don't know what the hell it is. The rock salt didn't faze it; I even shot it with a bullet once it was off you, and it didn't do anything." He helped her step into the bathtub.
Rachel's legs almost gave out, but Dean grabbed her before she hit the floor. "I think it's a kitsune," she said, shivering harder.
"A what?" He kicked off his shoes and quickly stripped down to his boxers, managing to keep a supporting hand on her the whole time. Then, he climbed into the shower and wrapped his arms around her.
Rachel allowed him to turn her around so her back was pressed against his stomach. She tilted her head so the water could hit the burn on her neck; Dean held her arm under the stream; the coldness was a shock, but it dulled the pain.
"A kitsune," she repeated. "A fox fairy. It's Japanese."
"That makes sense. The last two forms it took came around with a Japanese art show. And it sometimes was a Japanese girl named Kimi. How do we kill it?"
Rachel sneezed and shivered violently. Dean's arms tightened around her.
"I'm not sure. I think we need to cut off its tail." She sneezed again and leaned her head against Dean's chest. "It seems so obvious now. I mean, I can't believe I fell for it."
"Why?"
"Kitsunes seduce scholars. They feed on their life energy." She closed her eyes and leaned her head into the water. When she pulled back, she added, "Of course, they usually just go after men according to the legends, so I wasn't completely stupid."
Dean pulled a hank of hair off Rachel's cheek, tucked it behind her ear. "Why men?"
"It's probably easier to get the life energy out. I mean, if you assume that the energy is connected to… to…" Her cheeks burned again. "You know."
"Yeah, I get it," Dean said wryly. "But it's gone after women before, too. That's how Sam and I figured out that Kit was the one behind it all; he used the same name and look on another woman."
She nodded and sighed. Tears pressed behind her eyes, and she squeezed them tightly. Her fingernails dug into the palms of her hands and even with the water falling on her, she could still feel the sting of where Kit's lips had touched her.
No wonder he'd been so warm. No wonder his touch at burned her, even before Dean had revealed what he truly was. It was so obvious.
"I'm so stupid," she choked out. Tears squeezed out from the corner of her eyes.
"Don't know why.. I mean, yeah, you totally got played, but he didn't lie to you. He went after you because you're smart, right?"
"No. Well, yes. I mean, that's not the entire reason." Her cheeks burned.
There was a short silence. "What's the entire reason?"
"I don't...." She bit her tongue, holding back the lie. "It's just, he kept going on and on about how I was virtuous and all. The perfect scholar. That should have tipped me off."
"So, you're a good person."
"No, you moron," she said snapped. She turned to face him, heart pounding. "It's not just smarts. This is Yale, for God's sakes. Smart people are dime a dozen. And it's not just about being good. It's about.... *virtue*. It's more than being good. I.... Scholars in Japan had a reputation for being virtuous."
Dean looked at her blankly.
She tried again. "Virtuous. Like, virgin." When he didn't say anything, she shouted, "I'm a virgin, you idiot."
Surprise flitted across his face. "But... you're gorgeous. And smart. And have condoms."
"I have condoms just in case. Because I'm a good little Girl Scout and always prepared. But I just haven't.... I mean I'm not... I just don't..." Frustrated, Rachel tugged at her hair. "I don't know why I'm a virgin. I've just never really met anyone I wanted to have sex with. Okay?"
"Okay," Dean said with a shrug. He still looked surprised, but he let it go. "So. Did he get any of your life energy?"
"You are such a dick." She pulled away from him and promptly slipped.
Dean caught her and hauled her back up. "I wasn't asking if you'd fucked him," he said, voice hard. "I'm just wondering if somehow he managed to shorten your life any because, God knows, *that* would be a fucking tragedy."
"I think I'm fine." Her voice cracked.
"Good." He tightened his arms around her waist. "So. How do I kill it?"
Rachel cleared her throat and pressed into his chest. The burns didn't hurt as much anymore and she was getting cold. Dean, at least, was a little bit warm. "I don't know. I have some books and there's the internet. My instinct is that we've got to get rid of his tail." A tear slid out of her eye. "I have a machete under my mattress. I was trying to grab it when I fell off the bed. I think K... it thought I was trying to get back to him."
"Why would you do that?"
She shook her head.
"Okay, new rule about weapons. The machete goes on the wall so, if you need it, you can just grab it and kill whatever is trying to kill you." He tried to push her away, but she refused to budge. "Hey, you crying?"
"No." It came out as a sob. Her face was hot with tears.
She pressed her face into his chest harder.
"Hey. What's wrong?" With a strained grunt, he pushed her back and under the spray.
"I almost had sex with a demon that was only after my life energy and I'm an idiot."
"It was an easy mistake," he said. He turned the water off. "I mean, people before you fell for him, too."
Rachel rubbed her nose, tears falling faster. "Yeah, but I should have known. I mean, who'd want..." She broke off abruptly.
Dean's eyes went dark. He stepped into her, forcing her around, back pressed into the cold, tile wall. His hands clenched too tightly on her shoulders and he kissed her.
It wasn't like Kit's gentle, too-warm kisses. It wasn't even like the last time Dean had kissed her, short, fleeing, over before it was begun.
This.... This as a bone melting, knee weakening, fire-in-the-belly, aching, driving kiss. This was tongue against hers and taste of spit and coffee and salt and hands squeezing and a body against hers and harsh breathing in her ears and mind spinning and *oh God yes*.
Rachel wrapped her leg around his and pressed up, standing on her toes, trying to get closer, trying to merge inside, trying to...
"Dean! Rachel!"
Dean broke off too quickly, pulling away. Unbalanced and reeling, Rachel slid to the floor. The porcelain tub was cold against her legs, underwear already soaked through, but the shock was enough to make her gasp.
"We're in here, Sam!" Dean shouted. He jumped out of the tub and locked the door. "Here." He picked up his clothes from their pile on the floor and tossed the button down shirt he'd been wearing over his tee at her. "Put that on." He started pulling on his own clothes.
Hands shaking, Rachel complied. The shirt was dry and warm and smelled like him. He didn't wear cologne, but there was a faint, musty kind of aftershave clinging to it, along with sweat and something indefinable.
His pants and shirt back on, Dean wrapped his hand around her unburned wrist and helped her out of the tub. "We were with your dad when we realized what Kit was," Dean said. "Just as a warning."
"Oh, God," Rachel groaned, humiliation flooding her. "Every girl's dream."
"Yeah." He unlocked the door and exited, blocking Rachel's view. "Hey, Sam. Dr. Adams."
Rachel followed, face hot. Her pants came flying at her unexpectedly, hitting her in the face. Quickly, she struggled into them, wishing the earth would just swallow her whole.
"Uh, Kit?" Sam stuttered.
"Gone, for now. Not dead." Dean explained what happened, throwing a glanced over his shoulder.
Rachel zipped up her pants and heaved s sigh of relief.
"And my daughter?"
"I'm okay, Daddy." Cupping her injured wrist gingerly in the opposite had, Rachel shuffled around Dean. "I'm a little burned. There was an accident when Dean shot Ki.... the kitsune, but I'm okay."
Her father sighed, shaking his head. His eyes flicked from her burns to Dean, and Rachel saw him mouth, 'thank you,' before stepping forward and hugging Rachel tightly. "My poor little girl."
"I'm fine, Dad." Rachel rested her face against his vest.
"Of course you are. You're an Adams." He kissed the top of her head.
"Right." She pressed against her face tightly into him for a moment, then broke from his embrace. "Okay. So. How do we kill this sonofabitch?"
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Date: 2006-03-18 03:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-03-20 12:24 am (UTC)I'll have mor soon, I promise. :)
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Date: 2006-03-18 06:09 am (UTC)I thought Dean dealt very well with Rachel's tears. He knows words wouldn't be enough of a reassurance, so he showed her exactly why she shouldn't be surprised someone desired her. Good job Dean!
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Date: 2006-03-20 12:25 am (UTC)Well, admittedly Rachel's day wasn't going too well, what with the demon and everything, but she got a toe curling lip-lock from Dean, so overall I'd say she's on the plus side, even with her father now in on the intimate details of her sex life...
Any day someone gets a kiss from Dean has to be the best day ever. :)
Thank you!!
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Date: 2006-08-31 01:17 pm (UTC)That has to be one of the best lines I've ever read :oD
And yes, Dean, good girls have sex. And sometimes, they want it really badly too :o)
Thanks for writing and sharing this. More reading for me :o)