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Written for Taming the Muse on LiveJournal. Prompt: hush.
Spike slammed into the room, anger coming off him in waves. The scent of blood, of Sam and Dean’s blood, washed over him and he growled. With a roar, he picked up a chair and sent it crashing into the opposite wall.
Someone had tried to hurt his family. He growled and went back in to the other room, fighting back his demon at the sight of Dean on the bed, four uneven gashes across his middle and arm at an awkward angle. A few puncture wounds in his side and claw marks down his cheek completed the look.
Sam had been attacked from behind. He’d been sliced into multiple times and there was a large hole in his stomach where he’d been impaled.
“This was planned,” he said. Dru stroked Sam’s hair with one hand and gripped Dean’s shoulder with the other. “This was bloody well planned.”
“Yes,” Dru agreed. She narrowed her eyes. “He was a very bad man, trying to do what he’s been unable to. He’ll keep trying.”
Even as Spike moved towards Dean, he tensed. “That so?” he muttered. “He won’t get close this time.” He shrugged his duster off as Dean stirred, his head turning in Spike’s direction. His hands were gentle as he lifted Dean up by the shoulders. “You have to feed,” he said. Spike glanced at Dru, noting the way she hovered over Sam and the scratches that she’d gotten during the fight stood out. “Dru, I know you’re not going to want to leave but they’re going to need something to eat.”
Dru hesitated and then nodded. “Yes, there’s someone out there that would be perfect for my boys. So pretty. He shines, pet. The shine will help him come back to us. They both will.” Before Spike could respond, Dru left the room, a glint in her eyes that meant she would find a way to get the men inside no matter what it took.
Spike pressed Dean’s mouth to his neck. “Now, Dean.” The smell of Dru, Dean, and sex was obvious the minute he walked back into the room. Spike smirked. At least he’d followed the one big rule—no sleeping with Dru unless Spike knew about it. Spike walked into the bedroom, noting the way Sam stared from him to Dru, eyes full of arousal.
“Followed the rules, didn’t you?” Spike asked, leaning over Dean. His lips curled up slowly. “There’s a reward for that, you know.” Even as he climbed on the bed, he lifted an eyebrow. “Word of advice, don’t always count on Dru to make it clear what’s going to happen.” He lowered his lips to Dean’s ear and bit down. “She forgets sometimes.”
Dru slapped his arm. “Naughty, Spike, telling lies.” She shook her head. “I never forget. Miss Edith doesn’t remind me.”
He turned and saw the way Sam was looking at Dru. He raised an eyebrow as Sam glanced at him, the question in his eyes clear. Spike nodded once, fighting not to laugh when Sam grinned and dropped to his knees on the bed.
Dean groaned as Sam and Dru kissed. Spike turned and smirked, straddling him. “Pretty, aren’t they?” he asked. “She looks small against him, doesn’t she?” He leaned forward. “Looks weak and delicate and underneath it all she’s strong as steel.” One hand drifted down, slipping beneath the sheet.
“Fuck,” Dean muttered. He reached out, gripping Spike’s leg even as he arched into the touch.
“Not yet.” Spike grinned. “But if you’re really good, maybe later.” He heard Sam laugh and his grin widened when Dean scowled in Sam’s direction.
“I can still take you,” Dean said. Sam snorted and opened his mouth to reply. He never got the chance as a demon crashed through the window. “Son of a bitch.” Dean rolled off the bed as Spike got to his feet, dropping automatically into a fighting stance. Dean was still muttering as he yanked on a pair of jeans.
Sam swore as he shoved himself off the bed. Dru laughed and stood, not bothering to put on any clothes. “He wants to dance,” she announced.
Two more demons entered and Spike smirked. “Then we’ll dance.”
Dean looked up at Spike, frowning. “Where’s Sam?”
Vaguely, Spike realized how similar this conversation was to the one they’d had only a couple of days ago. “He’s not awake yet.”
His expression hardened. “And the demons?”
“Dead and in pieces. They won’t be coming back.”
Dean nodded, wincing at the movement. “How bad is it?” he asked, already turning to look over Sam’s injuries himself.
“You’re both still young so you’ll need to feed quite a bit before you’ll be as strong as before. And as much as I hate to say it, you’re going to need to avoid fighting which means you can’t go after the ones that did this.”
Dean tensed. “What do you mean? You said the demons were dead.”
“Here, love, have a treat,” Dru ordered as she dragged in a couple of large and unconscious men. She tossed one on the bed, giggling at the way he bounced. “They expected a lost little lamb and got a lion instead.”
“Eat,” Spike ordered. He waited, watching Dean struggle with himself for a moment before he nodded and reached for the man. Spike nodded, satisfied that Dean had seen the logic in eating before even trying to take care of Sam. After all, he’d need his strength if he wanted to even try moving Sam around. “Good.” Dru shrieked as Sam fell to the floor. She growled, reaching out and snapping the neck of the demon she was fighting.
Spike spun at the sound of Dean cursing, eyes flashing at the sight of crossbow bolts that had ripped through Dean’s side. He looked in the direction they had come from and made note of the person he saw there before ripping into the demon that Dean had been fighting. He kept going until the demon could no longer move.
He let the anger over the attack fuel him as he moved onto the next demon. “If you could talk, I’d be torturing you right about now for information.” Spike dug his fingers into the gash in the demon’s arm. “But Mitefilenck demons can only understand English, not speak it.” His grip tightened and then he pulled, relishing in the sound of the demon’s skin ripping. “Whoever hired you knew what they were doing.” His hand flew out, smiling at the blood that ran to the floor. “Which means you’re useless to me.”
Spike turned to see Dru gently putting Dean onto the bed next to Sam. She turned towards him. “They’re sleeping.” She placed a hand over each of them. “They’ll not wake until later.”
He nodded. “Put a dress on, Princess.” He walked towards her and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m going to get rid of the demons.”
“And then you’ll try to find him.” Dru followed his gaze. “Arrows from the sky don’t come on their own.”
“I won’t try to find him,” Spike said. He turned back to Dru and looked down at Sam and Dean. “I will find him.”
“Spike,” Dean said. “Who else?”
“Not sure yet. I tracked him. He’s staying at the Star Tree Motel. He won’t be going anywhere though.”
“He didn’t finish the job,” Dean muttered.
“Exactly. Which means we can find out who he is and what he wants before—“
“Hush, my Spike,” Dru interrupted. “We won’t have to go after him. The hunter will be back.” Her eyes darkened and she smiled. “And we’ll make sure he doesn’t leave again.”