Imagined Peace: Clock Tower

[Tyker Bradshaw]

Tyker laid in his and Dean's bed, in their room. Their room that is in the mansion, not just any mansion but Hunter Mansion. A mansion where the hunters well the few that are left are staying. It's the only place safe for them, half of it is because of him. Because of Medford, innocent people are dieing. It was enough to keep anyone up, though that wasn't all that had the now 36 half demonic offspring who look no older then seventeen thanks to a spell from Wyck. They all had this spell on them, the ones that surrived Medford. They're the protectors now, it's their jobs now. They can't stop until they fix this, he hated that they were pulled into this.

Tyker rolled onto his back from the handsome hunter named Dean, he turned his head to watch him. He's so handsome, so perfect, so his. Dean Winchester, if someone had told him 19 years ago that he would be with Dean Winchester he would have laugh. It's impossible, Dean's straight though what they have is unnatural. It all started in Medford, their lives changed. They changed, well Dean mostly, when Tyker pulled him out of that coma after he saved Dean it binded them. In more ways then one, he know knew it was destiny. Dean's his savior, his guardian. The one thing that can keep him grounded and not demonic. Without him, he never would have surrived Medford.

Now everything's definate, the world is only a step away from hearing of the Supernatural. Everything's too quiet here in this town, too eerie. The calm before the storm, Tyker can sense something drawing in the distance. His powers have grown to an unbelieveable level. He once wasn't the strongest thing in the mansion back in Medford. Now no one in this mansion can even dream of his power, he stares up at the ceiling. Wyck is still helping him to keep a close tap on his power. He still don't exactly trust Wyck now not after he died in Medford and then came back to find his powers out of control. He was out of control because Wyck. Because Wyck played with his mind when he was just 14. Placed shields inside of him to cage the beast.

He don't think he can ever forgive the man, he was uncontrollable and killed a lot of innocent people. He never wanted to do that again, he sat up in bed. He was strikingly handsome now, after he died he changed. He's not sure what he is now, he's not human for sure. His hair was a sandy blonde and his skin was smooth and tan. His eyes, brown and soft. Though there was a power behind them, his birtmark of that 666 symbol still rested in his right pupil. He looked to Dean one more time before slipping out of bed. In nothing, as nude as the day he was born and in the moonlight he was a sight.

Dean and him hardly ever slept in anything. Since when can they keep their hands off of each other. They don't only have Mary now, they have Nathaniel, their youngest son. So much like Dean, it's scary yet there's a little of him there too. He moved to the window looking out it, he crossed his arms over his chest. He could feel every single person in the mansion, knew where they were what they were doing. What they were thinking, he could even feel every person in this town. It's scary, his eyes flickered. Pulling himself back, shutting them out. He can control it now, when he's not emotional.

Why haven't he tried anything? Father...where are you? His eyes glanced to the side as he felt Liz, still protective. She lived on the farm now with her husband. Still thinking of him even when she have two boys now well one and the other is an alien. They found him on the farm, it's strange though the boy is special. He turned back to the bed as he heard movement, he felt him before he even spoke. Their connection had grew over the twenty two years, they can barely keep out of each other's heads. Always knowing how each other felt and thought. It was like they were one. He even found himself in one of Dean's dreams one night lately.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean awoke to the sound of a far away clock radio going off. He crooked a smile, unable to keep from grinning at the familiar beat of 'Hot Blooded' by Foreigner. A favorite of his. It seemed that he wasn't the only one getting up this early. He shoved his feet off the side of the big bed he shared with Tyker and rubbed a hard, callused hand over his face. No matter how much sleep he got these days, he always seemed tired. It was beginning to wane on him. He wiped the stickiness of sleep from his eyes and scratched a persistent itch on the end of his nose. Dean glanced around the room, eyeing the pesky crack of light beaming in from the window (it had been the thing that initially woken him). He briefly pondered getting up and shutting it in case it should wake Tyke (who definitely deserved his sleep). But hearing the rustling of sheets beside him on the bed changed his mind of ever leaving.

Dean smirked, hearing his lover stir. He fought the immediate urge to bend over and ravage him; after twenty-two years together, the two of them had never parted, and the flame between them still hadn't died down. At times, sure, they needed their space. After all, most people couldn't be together all the time (even when Dean spent time with Sam, he had to have a break from his brother every now and then). But even when they were apart, Dean's eye didn't stray. He didn't contemplate a life beyond Tyker. Tyke was the father of their daughter, Mary. They had two children together. They were nearly married. All that stood in their way of that was a piece of paper neither needed. Dean, instead of disturbing him (just in case he was rolling over or something), rose from the bed and went to pull on some ratty pajama pants he'd had for some time. He could go down and get some breakfast for the two of them. Serve Tyke breakfast in bed. Dean was always looking for ways to be romantic, to show Tyke that he wasn't completely hopeless in that department. Besides, he occassionally wanted to do something nice for him. After all that Tyker had done for him, that was the least Dean could do.

He made for the door, but first, he glanced over the bed and saw that, instead of sleeping like Dean thought, Tyker was awake. Dean chuckled low in his chest and kneeled on the bed. He couldn't resist. The guy was...he didn't want to say beautiful, didn't want to sound gay (though, he was doing a man, so a little late in that department), but beautiful seemed to be just the right word to describe him.

"Hey, babe," Dean greeted him huskily as he placed a full kiss on Tyke's mouth. "What do you want for breakfast?"

[Tyker Bradshaw]

Tyker's hearing wasn't as keen as Dean's, no human was. He didn't hear the alarm clock but he felt the person, could look though his eyes and see. It was Michael Oden, he didn't really know him. He was getting up mighty early, ah...he unlike most of the other hunters had a job other then hunting. He got this from where he was, he knew what the man was thinking and feeling it was scary though exciting. He had all this power in his hands, he could do anything if he wanted. Though he didn't it was tempting though he didn't. He knew Dean was woke before he moved, it was just a feeling. Their connection, he watched Dean knowing he wasn't aware he was woke.

Dean wasn't as open about their connection as he was. He didn't like accessing it and all. Though Tyker knew it was a part of him and too Dean it was supernatural and freaky mojo shit. Though he only chuckled inwardly, have to love the man. He watched his lover, the man of his dreams and the man that have his heart. He looked so amazing, he couldn't help but smile fully at the sight of him. Sitting there, back to him, skin so bronze and calling out to him. He let his eyes roam down to the start of his ass. He licked his lips, and grinned. A mychevious twinkle in his eyes.

He shivered and let out a soft gasp. He could see what Dean wanted to do to him in his mind. Their connection allowing him and his own telempathy, telepathy. It was enough to make him blush, Dean could only do that. Make him blush and all weak in the knees. He's usually the one to make the others blush though Dean had a strong and unbreakable hold on him. He moved against turning onto his side hoping Dean would make his desires reality. Though he didn't and he pouted slightly. He wanted to reach out and touch Dean. It would be fun to have a little morning rump. They don't have to worry about their kids running into the room anymore.

They're grown enough to know now that if daddy and dad are in their room then you have to knock. Though Nathaniel hardly knock, he shook his head as he sat up finally watching Dean as he moved. He bite into his lip and grinned that grin that could melt anyone's heart and make them smile too. He moaned out at the sight of Dean's nude body, it was fun to see him in the morning like this. For more then one reason too. He sat up better as Dean kneed on the bed and Tyker moved to his knees. Like always and most males he was aroused, no idea why waking up always brings a buddy for us males.

"Hey tiger." He said with his texas drawl and eager tone. It suggested things that would have Dean twitching for days and in a good way too. He moved closer drawing closer to Dean as their lips met. His hands moved to wrap around his neck and he held onto him. Kissing him just a full and longing. Ever since he died and his powers were at their fullish there wasn't just kissing. There was more so much more. Tyker didn't merely kiss Dean, he forged he strengthened their connection his mind and Dean's. Tyker was hard and he was soft, he was soft and Dean was hard-the line of demarcation blurred and re-formed so that Dean lost track of what was real and what was imagined. Time stretched, expanded, turned back upon itself enabling them to live an lifetime in an instant, and then go back and try it again. They grew old together, they walked hand in hand to the end of the forever, they watched Creation end and used their passion to make something new.

They couldn't breath, didn't have to, couldn't stop, didn't want to. Dean beheld the world through Tyker's eyes and saw a great and aching hollowness within, a sense of being incomplete, of possessing the illusion of sight while being tormented by the realization that he were actually, truely, blind. At the same time, Tyker walked a lifetime in Dean's boots. Tyker pulled back as they seperated breathless, he had slipped a little, he didn't mean to do it all. Though he did just like that first time they kissed when he was back from the grave. Though that wasn't him then, he could do it now and be in control. It's amazing though did he just freak out Dean. He searched his eyes arms still around his neck.

"You?" He asked him playfully and winked before biting into his lip cutely. "Oh you meant food?" He asked teasingly.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean smiled as he saw the smile on Tyker’s face, he couldn’t help himself as he looked into the eyes of man that held his heart in his hand. Dean would do anything forTyker before all of this he couldn’t see himself with a man ever but then came along Tyker and all of that was thrown out the window. Now Dean couldn’t be happier as everything felt better in his life. So many thoughts and ideas ran through his mind as he looked at the man before him. Letting a small laugh escape his mouth he noticed the wondering eye of his soul mate. Then seeing the twinkle in his eyes he knew the guy was thinking everything he was. Dean was a sexual beast never able to get enough of the man in front of him.

Lightly tugging at his pj’s he wanted to tease Tyker just a bit. “Hey babe” Dean replied back as he got in closer to the other male and planted a big kiss on his lips. “Did you have sweet dreams like I did?” Dean asked with a slight smirk across his face. Even when he was asleep he had such dirty dreams abut Tyker, there wasn’t anyway he could get enough of him. Taking a deep breath in he caught the smell of the other man and it became harder to resist him, Dean wanted to give in and just jump the guy’s bones. As they kissed though everything seemed to of slowed down around them. Like they were the only two people on the entire earth. When there lips met nothing else mattered and Dean only wanted more and more until he had enough which was rare since he never wanted to stop.

As their lips pulled away from one another Dean felt breathless as he took many deep breaths in as that kiss was a lot hotter then the others. It reminded him of their first kiss had been. The strong emotions in that kiss was a bit freaky since he felt so many different things during it. But he ahd gotten use to it and is wasn’t that bit freaky anymore.

Staring at Tyker’s body his eyes wondered all around as his hand rested in his lap. “I think we can arranged that….do you want me sunny side up?” Dean said with a light laugh as he got closer to tyker his hand resting on his shoulders with a wink. He could never turn down sex not from anyone but for sure not from Tyker. Dean couldn’t stop the things in his mind and things he wanted to do to the man in front of him that he loved.