Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2008 16:30:00 -0500
From: Mark Thompson <craze_writer@live.com>
Subject: Supernatural_101_Part2

I would like to point out that I checked the grammar, spelling etc of the
previous story and it was fine... I re-read the one that was posted and it
was not... Probably my fault but hey, I'm a grammar fiend... This one will
be perfect before I send it as well, but will be
fine-tooth-combed... That's another thing, I love ellipses and all of them
were gone. GAY! heh heh heh.

CHANCES ARE this will take place in the same world create by Eric Kripke's
"Supernatural" while there will most likely be no cross over in storyline
or characters. This world was not created by me nor do I claim to have done
so. I however do not like some of the creature features of said world. They
will most likely be changed. Deal with it.


~*~ Supernatural 101 -- Part 2 ~*~


"What the fuck! Who the fuck? I don't fucking get it, what the fuck is
going on? And who the fuck are you again? Motherfucker my head
hurts... FUCK!" Pacing back and forth in the tiny motel room, I flung my
arms around in anger, frustration and general feelings of helplessness.

"Look Tim, I'm sorry ok?" Who ever the hell this guy was put his hand on my
shoulder to try and calm me down. He failed.

I spun around and grabbed his hand, continuing the motion I spun him into
an arm-bar. "Who the fuck are you?!"

He shifted his body the other way to release himself and returned the
favour. "I told you... Desmond Leuengo."

I breathed heavily in his tight hold, getting angrier and angrier. If it's
one thing I cannot stand, it's not being able to move. If any part of me is
confined to one position for any reason, I start having an anxiety
attack. Kind of like right now. "You had a fucking shot gun... Why did you
bring a shotgun to my house...?"

"You're in deep kid, so I'll tell you..." He let me go, anxiety releasing
instantly. "Might want to sit down." He raised an eyebrow and nudged with
his head at the bed.

"I'll stand." As hot as you are sir, I will not get onto that bed with you
in the room.

"You know the things that you only thought went bump in the night? Well
they do... And they bump back... Real hard." His face was like stone, no
emotion, nothing. Just blank.

I laughed at him. A full out hearty laugh. He let out a deep sigh, turned
around and put his face in his right hand while placing his left hand on
his hips. After a moment, I composed myself. "Ok, so you dragged me out of
my bed and brought me to a motel to save me from the boogie man?" I laughed
again.

He turned around slowly and put both hands in his tight jean pockets. "I
killed a boogie man in your town 2 months ago, there won't be another one
here for at least a year." He stared at me sucking his teeth.

I stared straight ahead and sank onto the bed. "You're not lying..." I
looked at him, "Are you?"

"'fraid not sport. Everything you can imagine that is bad is out there, and
chances are, it wants to kill you, eat you, rip you apart or some nasty
combination of the three."

"Fuck me..."

"Nah. Thanks though." He winked at me.

Wait, it was him... It was his fault. "You ass hole!" I threw myself at
him. "You brought them to my house! You brought them to my parents, to
Mr. Grehy, what the fuck!?" I threw punches at him and he mindlessly pushed
them aside, sighing once again.

After a few more feeble attempts at hitting him, he grabbed both my wrists
and forced my arms apart, staring into my eyes. "You about done?" I must
have been red with anger and hate. He could see it. "Tim, your parents
hated you, they wouldn't have cared if anything came to get you. You
weren't their son anymore." He let my wrists go.

A wave of depression swept over me. I collapsed onto the ground and he
pulled up his jeans and joined me. "Fuck..."

"You know, you've used that word in just about every way since we got back
here." He chuckled and it made me laugh with him. Once our eyes met we
stopped laughing and there was a long awkward pause. He suddenly stood
up. "So I think I know what this thing is."

He walked over to the night stand and opened up a file folder with the seal
of the Toronto Police Department on it. "A vengeful spirit."

"Like a ghost?"

"Ya like a ghost." He shook his head. It seemed like he expected me to know
these sorts of things. While still freaked out, I thought I was doing
remarkably well for myself considering I found out `the truth' not 10
minutes ago. "But it's angry, it kills people in a predictable manner,
sometimes echoing what happened to it before it died."

"So before it died it's lover got sushi'd?" I tried to make the most of
this situation.

"Common man, you boned him twice and he's your `lover'?" He didn't look up
from the file. "This guy..." He passed the folder to me. Behind the coffee
rings and yellowness of the pages was a picture of a boy no younger than I
was, except he was dead, purple and blue skin, sunken eyes and lifeless. I
touched the photo, not sure why, it seemed like the right thing to do. The
folder was snatched from my hands. "He was raped by a guy 15 years ago who
was on the swim team. Beat him up real good too, enough that he died on the
locker room floor from his injuries in a pool of blood."

My mind relapsed to Mr. Grehy puking blood all over me. Shocked at the
memory, I stumbled backwards. Desmond lurched forward to catch me. My
vision reset itself, going black for a moment then fading in sparkling
black lights to the real world. "You ok?" He asked me as he loomed over me.

"Ya... I'm ok. Just... remembering... What do we do now?" I kept looking
into his bright green eyes.

"You go to school." He smirked at me.


***


Walking back into the school was weird. Everyone was looking at me,
everyone was judging me, some I'm sure were blaming me. But I couldn't
think about all that now. I had been given specific instructions by
Desmond.

"Go to school as normal." He told me. "Spirits have a one track mind, it
probably doesn't remember you. Just don't top anybody in the locker room
ok?"

Deep breaths, it's just going to class. I walked into math with everyone
staring at me. Dean Remmy was there, the one that found me with
Mr. Grehy. He instantly whispered something to a pal of his, also on the
swim team and they glared at me as they noticed I was watching them.

The teacher froze when he entered the classroom, eyes fixating directly on
me. "Hi." I waved sarcastically.

At lunch our plan went into action. I was to look through the locker room
for anything "suspicious" that a spirit could cling to. Blood was even a
possibility Desmond told me. I had 55 minutes (Ya, lunch HOUR, I know.)
before the 3rd period class would be coming in.

I held off going into the shower part of the locker room, instead staying
with the actual lockers. I searched through all of them but found
nothing. I slowly walked towards the showers, the police had it roped off
with caution tape. I peered around the corner slowly. My mind flashed to
Mr. Grehy hanging in the air, blood gushing out of the cuts and pooling on
the floor.

I closed my eyes and stumbled backwards into the locker room.

"Hey homo." My eyes shot open. It was Dean Remmy and Terrence, the other
one from math class. He punched me in the face. I fell to my knees, my head
ringing, temples beating and breath gasping. My head was not right, too
much pain for it to be right... Something was wrong. I began to stumble on
my words. I meant to say "What the fuck?" but it came out much more
inaudible.

"Just where I want ya." Dean unzipped his pants and let them fall to the
floor. "I wasn't good enough for coach to fuck, what's so special about
you?"

"Aw man we tried," Terrence laughed while holding my shoulders, "but he
never wanted us." I felt a hard dick poking me in the back of the head. I
didn't know if it was in pants or not.

"This is a bad idea..." I mumbled.

"Shut up." Dean slapped me in the face with his hefty dick and then grabbed
the back of my head, forcing it inside my mouth. I instinctively began to
suck on it, taking the soft cock all the way into my mouth, twisting
different ways, playing with it's flaccidity.

"That's fucking hot man." Terrence said from behind me and I heard his
pants fall too, guess that answered my question.

Dean's cock was getting nice and hard inside my mouth as Terrence started
stripping me. I only let the cock out of my mouth for the moment that my
shirt was coming off. I looked up into Dean's eyes and he had a smug smile
on his stubbly face. "Ya, fuck, take that cock."

I inhaled the scent of his pubes and I started playing with his balls as
Terrence pulled my pants down. Finding the soft spot under his balls, Dean
gasped as I fingered it. "Fuck this kid gives good head..."

"Move over then..." Terrence push the 7.5 inch thick cock out of my mouth
and shoved his equally engorged dick in. Both guys were cut, but Terrence
had a bigger head and he shaved his pubes into a funny kind of shape. "Oh
fuck..." Terrence moaned as he took over the aggressive role by holding the
back of my head and face fucking me roughly. His cock hit the back of my
throat and I nearly choked on it.

"Get outta here bitch." Dean shoved Terrence out of the way and put his
cock back into my mouth. Terrence seemed to have other plans and didn't
seem to mind. He walked around to my back and pushed me over onto all
fours, making Dean kneel down.

Terrence started spitting at my ass and shoved a finger into it. I let out
a surprised moan and he started twisting it around inside me in all sorts
of amazing ways. Still spitting at it, he went for two.

Dean took Terrence's advice and was now face fucking me just like his buddy
had. " Oh ya you fucking like that huh?" He grunted with each deep thrust
that rammed the back of my throat. Not an altogether unpleasant
experience... I was rock hard.

Terrence had started with three fingers working out my ass, I could hear
his spit working on his cock too. It wasn't long before he pushed the head
of his dick at my ass. It opened up for him and he slowly pushed into me
moaning the whole time, until his dick was all the way in. "Ya man..." Dean
moaned at his friend. I opened my mouth around Dean's dick to let out a
moan at the two dicks now inside me.

Terrence bucked at me for a few minutes, going wild. He grabbed my hips and
rammed his dick into me forcefully and in all different directions, hitting
all sorts of spots inside me.  "Ah, commere you sexy fucker..." Dean
grabbed Terrence's head and pulled him towards himself. Terrence placed a
hand on the back of Dean's head and the made out while fucking me
simultaneously. They'd done this before? Or maybe to each other? I was so
hot.

"Common babe," Dean moaned, not letting go of Terrence's head, "cum for
me... Agh! Cum for me..."

"Fuck!" Terrence thrusted into me and Dean kissed him through his
orgasm. His cum shot up inside me and his hands jerked my ass towards him,
released and jerked me back towards him until his cock stopped twitching
inside me.

"Get outta there." Dean ordered and he moved around to my ass. "Mm... Hot."
He said, fingering it and licking the cum off his fingers. Dean flipped me
over onto my back and shoved his dick into the ass his friend (lover?) had
just spunked in. It went in easily and I moaned deeply. Terrence got ontop
of me, face to face and started grinding my cock with his, which never
seemed to get soft. He looked down at me with dark brown eyes and kissed my
neck, my face, but never my lips. Apparently, that was only for Dean.

Dean pulled out of me, after giving me a fucking twice as hard as Terrence
and I saw Terrence wince in pain and then grunt as I assume Dean was now
fucking us both. The force of his thrusts pushed me along the floor, it was
only Terrence keeping me close to the action. He turned his head and arched
his back up so he could kiss Dean while he fucked him.

Terrence returned to me and Dean's cock reentered my eager ass. The
grinding of my dick against Terrence's continued. It felt so warm and what
cum was left on it lubed us up. When it stopped being useful, Terrence
would use more of his spit.

Dean's thrusting became more and more quivering as he pounded my ass, moans
growing louder and louder. "Shit man I'm gonna cum... Oh fuck your ass is
so tight... Ah fuck..." This qued Terrence into action, he stopped playing
with me and showed his skill with a dick. He jerked and rubbed my cock
until I started cumming all over my chest. "FUCK!" Dean shouted as my ass
contracted and he too unloaded his seed inside me.

He continued to thrust inside me, very slowly and nonchalantly. I could
hear the sounds of their cum squishing between my ass and Dean's softening
member. Terrence was busy at work licking as much cum as he could off of my
chest.

Dean pulled out of me and Terrence got off and they started to pull their
pants on. Once they were fully dressed they looked down at me, still
incapacitated by such a great fuck. "Tell anyone," Dean looked me straight
in the eye, "and we will kill you."

The two walked to the door leading out but before they left the locker
room, Dean slammed Terrence against the wall and they made out. Dean
unlocked their lips to look at me, still laying on the floor, made a
slicing motion across his neck and they left.

I could feel the cum seeping out of my ass. They both had quite a lot to
release. I lay there breathing deeply, wondering about why the spirit
hadn't acted when my headache came back. The sex had taken it away, but now
it was coming back, and trying to make up for lost time.

I heard foot steps coming through the shower room and they sounded like
thunder in my head. I didn't know what to do, I was going to get caught
again. I was going to be expelled this time, I was...

"Dude!" It was Desmond... "Aw common!" He thrust his arms out in a helpless
gesture. "I said look around, not test out the theory." He bent down and
helped me up. "Easy does it... Ha! Easy..."

"Shut up... my head..." I moaned.

Desmond led me over to the shower room and turned one on, despite the
caution tape. He took off his jacket and began to rub me down with his
hands, getting rid of the drying cum on my chest. He laughed "Hey look!
You're leaking." His strong hand moved hesitantly down to my asshole and
quickly wiped the cum away.

He turned the shower off and ducked under the caution tape to grab his
jacket. He threw it at me. "Dry off, you're gonna be ok." I didn't believe
him for a moment, but when I looked at his face, I could tell he was being
sincere. I think he felt bad for me...

The shirt he was wearing was soaked through from the shower and the thighs
of his jeans were too. The water gripped the shirt to his body, revealing
impressive pecs and abs. I stared at him until he snapped me back into
focus. "Let's go! The bell's going to ring!" I got dressed in record time
and we left the shower room for the last time.


***


"So it's not the dead kid." Desmond said as we zipped back in his blue
car. Hey, I'm gay, I dunno what kind of car it was.

"Then what happened to him?" I asked more to myself. I curled up in the
seat and placed my head on the window. It slid down since it was still wet.

"I dunno.. Demon? Nah, no sulphur..." He hit the steering wheel with the
base of his hand. "Damnit! What the hell are you?"

We went into the motel room and I collapsed on the bed. Desmond sat at the
edge of it and turned the TV on in a huff.

"Breaking news this afternoon at a local High School." I shot up from my
prone position and sat beside Desmond on the bed. "The entire Gymnasium and
the adjoining pool at Bridgemount High School was leveled just moments
before Channel 7 News arrived at the School for an unrelated story. Police
are saying that it was most likely an attempt to foil the investigation of
the murder of a gay teacher in the same locker room earlier this week. The
lack of evidence in the explosion and how exactly the explosion was
contained to only the gym and pool is leaving investigators baffled..."

Desmond stared blankly at the screen. "What the hell are you?" He said
somberly.


***


I could barely sleep that night. I couldn't go home, that was a crime
scene, I couldn't go anywhere. I was now a prime suspect the news said. I
was the one who fucked Mr. Grehy, then my parents end up dead and the crime
scene Mr. Grehy died in is wiped off the map... It didn't make sense.

Desmond and I shared the double bed in his motel room, far apart from each
other. For whatever reason... I felt as though it was because I had just
fucked two hung jocks. Or maybe he thought there was something wrong with
me... That would be worse. I'd hate for him to feel like he's responsible
for me now but at the same time hate me or be completely horrified by me.

I slowly got out of bed at around 2am after 4 hours of just laying in bed
tossing and turning, most likely disturbing Desmond. I paced along the
floor and grabbed the keys to his car. I'd just go get some fresh air, but
I didn't want to be outside and completely vulnerable. At least a car would
make a quick get away if I was in trouble. Wow, I'm getting paranoid.

The night air was cool and the cold stung my face. Maybe I should have
grabbed a coat... I made my way to the car, not too far away. I opened the
driver's door and sat down inside. The cold somehow made my head feel
better, making it not quite so hot and heavy feeling. I closed my eyes and
drank in the night. I was totally relaxing.

I must have dosed off for a few minutes because when I opened my eyes the
car was all fogged up and my head was aching again. With one hand I
attempted to hold my brains in my skull and the other I reached for the
glove compartment. I needed something for the pain. My meds were in there
right? Ya, why wouldn't they be? They weren't...

"Ugh..." I popped the trunk, they had to be in there. Stupid Desmond moving
them. Where was he anyways? Jerk.

I got out of the car and stumbled to the trunk. I wouldn't have if the
earth didn't move so much. Stupid world... Stabilizing myself on the trunk,
I lifted it open. I instantly sobered up. Blades, guns, weapons of every
kind and more ammunition than you would need to take down Parliament. I
stared in confusion at the trunk until it dawned on me... Desmond was some
sort of serial killer.

He told me all that shit about spirits and boogie men to get close to me,
then he was going to use these... things on me. Ah fuck.

I picked up a heavy shuriken, it seemed to be silver with golden runes
imbued on it. Great, he was a witch too? Am I a sacrifice? Moving some
things aside I found a collection of daggers, most of the blades were
twisted in some unnatural way. They almost looked like knives used in
torture movies, the "maximize pain, minimize damage" ones.

"What are you doing out here?" Desmond called from the doorway to the motel
room.

I grabbed at the closest thing. A knife. I pointed it at him. "What are
you? Why the arsenal?" I gripped my head in pain. "Don't you dare try
anything with me, I'll kill you. You're a liar! You killed my parents
didn't you!?"

"A Vorpal Blade?" He shook the idiocy out of his mind. He crossed his arms
in front of his bare chest and walked out into the night. He wore only his
underwear and a silver chain around his neck with a coin on it. Making his
way towards me, I threatened him with the knife and stepped back.

Like someone fed up with a small child, he simply walked up to me, grabbed
the knife from my hand and placed in carefully back into the trunk of his
car. His back was smooth and muscular, but he had goose bumps all over it
from the cold. He turned to me and grabbed me with one hand firmly. His
chest was sculpted and had a thin coating of light brown hair covering his
pecs and abs and descending below his underwear line to an impressive
bulge.  His outstretched arm had a well defined bicep and a thick vein
running down his forearm.

"Common," he said, "med time." He guided me effortlessly back into the
motel. He put me into bed and brought me a pill. "Here, take it." He shoved
his hand at me but I stubbornly refused to take anything from him. "Dude,
it's 2 fucking 30, take the pill." His face grew stern with his mouth open
ever so slightly, ready to snap at me if I protested.

I took the pill and downed it with a mouthful of water. I then laid down
and Desmond did too on the other side of the bed. We were shivering
uncontrollably and I felt him shift closer to me then stop. He shivered
some more and then pushed his body up against mine. I felt the thin hair of
his chest tickle my back. He swung an arm over me and I started to warm
up. He stopped shivering too.

We laid like that for a long time. I still couldn't sleep. Too much was
going on, but on the plus side, my headache was gone for the moment.

"Desmond..." I whispered through the complete darkness. A grunting `what?'
was my only response. "What are you?"

"Hunter." He said in a mumbled voice.

"What is that?" I was confused... A hunter of what...? Please don't let it
be people, please don't let it be people...

"I hunt the bad things." He grumbled. "Spirits..." He yawned and held me
tighter. "Anything that could hurt you. So that nothing can." With that, he
fell back asleep, deep breathing against the back of my neck. It was
somehow comforting...


***


I awoke as the sun peeked through the window. The alarm clock in front of
me said 5:30. Desmond still held me close and tightly. His morning erection
pushed against my back, causing my own to jump. I took a deep breath and
wiggled my way out from his big arm. He rolled over in his sleep, pulling
the covers off of him, exposing his hard cock through his underwear. It was
definitely bigger than either Dean or Terrence. But I didn't wager how big
it was. I grabbed what few clothes I wasn't wearing and I slowly and
quietly slipped out of the motel.

I didn't know what I was doing or where I was going. I just started
walking.

Not that I didn't appreciate what Desmond did for me, but I needed to
comprehend what was going on. He was a hunter. He hunted evil things. So
what was really out there and classified as `evil'? I went through all the
normal Halloween monsters, mummies, vampires, witches, ghosts... Were they
all out there? I hoped not. And who was right? Bram Stoker or Anne Rice? It
was all a little much.

I stopped walking and found myself standing in front of my house. The grey
clouds behind it and the dim orb hanging behind them made it look all the
more ominous. I hesitantly approached the front door and pulled out the key
still in my pants pocket. Unlocking it, I ducked under the caution tape.
The living room was in shambles. Everything that was once on a mantle or
hanging on the wall was on the floor in pieces. Even the tables seemed to
have deconstructed themselves, screws and pieces of wood lying everywhere.

In the very center of the carpet were two large patches of blood. Between
them, the glass of the coffee table had been stabbed into the ground. There
were bloody hand prints on either side of it. Whoever it was didn't allow
them to touch in their final moments. What a sick fuck...

I had to force myself to turn from the living room and I ran up the stairs
to my room to grab some things I thought I would need. Mainly, my stash of
money. If I was going to make it on my own, then I needed cash. Throwing
open the door I saw him again...

He was standing at my window looking out. As I opened the door he turned to
face me. His tattered shirt and well wore cargo pants looked extra dull
against the little light coming through the window. The scarf he wore was a
long piece of fabric, also tattered, but it covered his mouth. Attached to
his back in an unseen way was the katana I had seen before in my desert
vision.

"Hello?" I said meekly. He was instantly in front of me. His face was
strong and his cheek bones pronounced. The black creeping up his neck and
partly engulfing the right side of his chin looked to be ash, but part of
him, not on him... His eyes were a deep blue, but as I stared into them,
they turned into a very light red, almost pink. I was horrified, but
transfixed. His skin seemed thick and battle worn. This man had seen some
rough times and survived them.

His eyes studied me as his arm moved to his mouth. The scarf moved from his
mouth exposing perfect white teeth that seemed to shift into jagged shark
fangs. They pierced his skin and the blood ran down his chin. I tilted my
head slightly, still hypnotized. He put his bleeding wrist to my head and
pressed hard. I fell over and when I looked back to the doorway, there was
nothing.

I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirrorbut there was nothing on my
head. The dark red blood simply didn't exist. Was I hallucinating because
of my head injury? What was going on? I touched it and shook my head. No
headache. Hmh.

I walked hastily into my room, pulled out the loose piece of drywall that
hid my stash and grabbed all the money inside, $60... Woohoo... I turned
and left my house.

Closing the door, I heard a car door slam. I looked up and it was Desmond.
He stared at me a moment then visibly sighed. He began the walk up from the
street to my front door and I met him half way.

"You alright?" was all he asked.

I nodded slowly. "I have nothing..."

"You're coming with me. We'll be alright." His face showed immense sympathy
and I felt a swelling up of emotional closeness to him. He gave the house a
once over with his eyes then said, "You done here?"

I nodded and walked over to him, he put his arm around my shoulder and we
walked to the car.