Red

Red

He/him

Main Fandoms are pjo and spn

Chapter 1 of We are the Wandering is out now on ao3!

Can anyone help me find this fic? It's on ao3, it's a destiel fic I read a long time ago and forgot to bookmark.

Dean is a real estate agent selling houses to rich people, cas is a rich client who is trying to seduce him by buying him pretty things and taking him to fancy places

I specifically remember a detail where cas buys dean a Rolex and deans all like "I'm not a hooker! He's trying to pay to sleep with me!" Or something like that.

Name: Macey Moxton

Age: 15

Great Great granddaughter of Heldon Moxton, co-founder of The Stone Initiative

This is mostly an ode to Dionysus and his power, badly drawn little sprites at the end

Garden of The Gods

Kore said I needed a break. To think that simple sentence was all that it took to get me dressed up in a black three piece suit with a bow tie and standing in the entry way of a white marble mansion was a truly crazy thought. However not as crazy, it seemed, as the party itself. 

Kore had called it a get together, a gathering of her oldest friends, something they did maybe twice a year. Though standing at the expanse of white so vast and fanciful it could hardly be called a house it seemed to me that I may have misjudged Kore's social status a disturbing amount. I also may have misjudged how popular she was in her childhood as the entire mansion was packed head to toe with young adults raging to their hearts desires. 

And that is what I do mean, raging. The high ceiling allowed for a fantastic view of both floors of white marble, dozens gathered on a sort of rafter walkway, all holding some kind of booze and screaming a chorus of deafening cheers for the live band just across the room. The band itself was on a massive indoor stage that looked more expensive than some amphitheaters. It held what, at a quick glance, was about nine gorgeous women with various flamboyant hairstyles as well as a young blonde man singing lead. They were unfairly good for the drunken monsters they played for, it didn't seem fair to me that such talent was wasted on people who wouldn't remember anything tomorrow. The ladies sang a perfect harmony as they played their instruments with both perfection and creativity. The young man sang with a voice that was entrancing and fun, their song one I didn't know, but hoped to hear again. 

“Having fun yet?” Kore asked as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, she was wearing a tight black dress with gold shoes and a necklace to match, her pink hair flowing loose. She was gorgeous, sure, but she looked much too young for me to think anything real of her beauty. She was like an annoying little sister who made you put on makeup for her amusement. Both someone who you clearly loved and couldn't wait to get rid of. 

“Don’t know,” I turned my hazel eyes toward the ceiling. The brown unruly curls that I couldn't be bothered to slick back slid away from my eyes, allowing me to see the heavy crystal chandelier. “The night is young… who's house is this?” I asked, simply unable to hold back the question longer. 

She smiled, sliding her arms off my shoulders. She spun in front of me and threw her arms out like a tv show host. 

“Why my dear Ampelos, this is my father's summer home!”

Summer home? That's this big? Who was her father? I realized I'd never thought to ask much about her life. I didn't even think I knew her last name. 

“Now come on,” she grabbed my hands and pulled me towards the crowd. Bodies slammed against me, all smiles and screams. A particularly attractive woman walked into my chest and started screaming something I couldn't hear. I couldn't help but smile, happiness is contagious and the way she tugged on my vest made me want to know more about her. Unfortunately Kore tugged harder on my arm and I was forced to follow her into the center of the room. 

Kore stopped when she reached a tall man who looked much too dignified to be here, he had pitch black hair and a gaunt pale face. When Kore approached however, his face lit up with a blinding smile. She let go of my hands to run as fast she could through the crowd and into the man's arms. He lifted her in an embrace and spun her in his arms, both people laughing sweetly. 

When he let her down she turned to me, her hair looking a bit wild. 

“My husband,” she explained with an eternal grin.

The man hadn't let go of her waist. He leaned down and kissed her head. 

“We don't get to see each other too often this time of year, in fact,” he turned to her questioningly, “is this the last time before September?”

She nodded at him grimly. 

He sighed, then a small smile returned to his face. “Well then, we better make the most of it shan't we?” 

She nodded, then seemed to remember I was there. 

“You'll be alright on your own right?” She asked with hope.

I had no intention of keeping her from her husband, though I was embarrassed to say I never knew she had one. I nodded. 

“Good, I'll see you later Kay?” Was all she could get out as her husband practically ran towards the back door with her in tow. 

I smiled, though I didn't know much about Kore, I knew she was someone who deserved a husband that was that excited to see her.

Turning in a circle once, my eyes locked on a table on the other side of the room, a beautiful sight of pastries and fruit that looked simply to die for. My mouth watered as I made my way towards it as if in a trance. Pushing past the people, smiling beside myself. I had to admit, it was fun watching people have fun. 

I reached the table with a goofy grin. I rubbed my hands together like a cartoon villain as I took in the sight of such a feast. I was about to reach for what looked like pretzel bites when another hand reached the plate first, this one adorned with black nail polish and an intricate gold ring. I looked beside me to find the hand belonged to a young man a bit taller than I was. He was well dressed in a purple velvet three piece that matched well with his deep purple fluffed curly hair. His eyes were a rich chocolate brown, his skin an even bronze dotted with beauty marks. He stared at me, with the pretzel bite halfway in his mouth. Gazing down with an expression I couldn't describe. 

I thought he was beautiful. There was no other way to describe him. Dazzling sharp eyes, a smile that slowly grew the longer we stared at one other. It was a playful smile, one that spoke of a carefree life. He swallowed his food then held out his hand.

“You're new, aren't you? What's your name?” His voice was higher pitched and textured, he sounded laid-back. 

I coughed a little to break myself out of whatever trance he'd put me in. I hadn't thought myself queer before this, but this man was forcing me to reevaluate.

“Ampelos, I-” I wasn't sure what I had been about to say, my train of thought lost when I looked up to find the man sipping wine. His eyes were lazily pitched towards me and his free hand rested on his waist, revealing a leopard print lining on the inside of his suit jacket.

He lowered the glass and leaned down to meet my eyes. That damn smile never left his face. 

“Hmm, did good old pom pom invite you?” 

I blinked twice, trying to figure out if I'd heard him right. “Who? Kore invited me, we work together at the Reforestation Station.” 

He tilted his head, seeming confused for a moment.

“Kore? Oh yeah! It's summer! Yeah her, pom pom is her nickname.” He leaned back and took another sip of his drink. 

“Was she a cheerleader in high school?”

“Oh no, pom pom is for pomegranate.” His jollyness was contagious, I couldn't stop smiling wider than I was used to. 

“Pomegranate?” I giggled, mildly confused. I had to yell a bit louder as the party somehow amped up even louder. The man also had to lean in so we could hear each other, the air between us seemed charged.

“Long story… and I wasn't there so don't ask!” 

“Okay!” A new song started playing and the two of us began bopping our heads in sync as we yelled at each other. 

“You want some grapes?” He asked suddenly. Gulping down the last of his wine. 

For some reason I wanted nothing more.

“Hell yeah! I love grapes!” 

He laughed. “oh, I like you!” 

I think I must've blinked a bit too long cause the next time I looked at him, he had a bunch of purple grapes in his hand. The vines curled around his fingertips like they'd grown there. His eyes turned dark and his smile felt strangely sinister. 

I reached for the bottom of the bundle, but he pulled them out of reach.

“No, no, no. Here, let me.” He stepped closer and curled his free hand around my neck. He leveraged this to make me look up at him. He put the bundle down on the table and simply grabbed one. He held it up to my mouth like an offering. 

Part of me felt a little silly. I didn't know this guy, he didn't have any right to treat me like we'd known each other for years. I was a grownass adult about to be handfed like a baby. It was humiliating and most of all weird.

The rest of me thought this was unfairly hot. 

As soon as the grape hit my mouth the world changed color. The room felt more vibrant and bright. The place took on a rose tint like putting on colored glasses. The room warped and shifted and for a moment it wasn't a room anymore. But a theatre, one of those outdoor ones you don't see much of anymore. The people were still partying, but it seemed…wrong somehow. Like there was a film over each and everyone of them, a projection over their skins. I could see something shimmering just beneath, but couldn't quite tell what it was. I found myself grinning from ear to ear as the music danced on my tongue. Flowing into me and back out again. I swayed to it, watching as the world swayed with me. The screams took on a melodic tune that matched itself to my soul. The colors blurred together like chalk in the rain. I laughed, this new world was as beautiful as it was perfectly strange. 

Then the purple haired man was leaning down and pulling my chin forward. Until our eyes met and that feeling in my chest fluttered up again. There was a chaos in his eyes, a shine of gold and green and everything in between nuzzled into the brown. He pulled closer inch by inch, drawing it out cause he knew what I wanted. I tilted my head and it lulled a bit to the side. I wanted him bad, but couldn't bring myself to make the first move. After all, this man was still a stranger. If I'd have thought about it more closely, I would've realized I didn't even know his name.

I closed my eyes, trying to remain patient. I felt my soul attempting to leave me and go a million different places at once. All of it reaching for something, most of it reaching for him. I felt his breath on my face and my breath caught, he smelled of wine and mint. Closer, closer…

I felt his lips touch my cheek and I opened my eyes. The playful grin he gave me was torturous.

“Come on, let's go to the maze.” 

He ran a hand through my hair before stepping back and reaching out a hand for me to take. 

I took it gladly, there was a spring in my step as we stepped into the night air. It was warm, the breeze light and pleasant. I looked up and the stars were nothing less than dazzling, they seemed to shine even brighter with my hand in the palm of this wonderfully strange man. 

We curved around the outside of the house till we reached the backyard. There, as promised, was a massive hedge maze that rose from the garden. The entrance was guarded by 2 marble statues of goatmen with pipes in their mouths. Outside the music didn’t seem to quiet and the statues danced with it. They walked through and the world seemed to disappear, the music still hadn’t gotten quieter and yet it was unimportant, nothing mattered here. 

Well, nothing but him. The man still had my hand in his, he led us with a chuckle, across the bends and curves of the tall bushes. They passed by several other couples, they seemed to blend together. Talking, kissing, in differing states of undress. Hands on each other in frenzies, grabbing and pulling at each until they drew blood. None of them seemed to notice me or him, they too were in their own worlds, where they were the only two alive. 

“Beautiful night isn’t it?” The man pulls me towards him gently, wrapping an arm around my waist and continuing through the maze side by side. 

“Stunning,” the reply is slurred, the world still warps and dances, and my steps stagger with it. He holds me close, keeps me from falling completely. I can feel the heat of his skin, and it is intoxicating. 

I smiled up at him. 

“Who are you?” Who was this amazing man, who could do this to me? Make me feel so much, want so much? Who could be so breathtakingly beautiful and still wish to have my company? 

To my dismay the man says something I miss, and I think it was his name. I don’t want to ask again so I don’t, much too awkward. 

The silence that follows is too much to bear.

“What do you do for work?”  I asked next. 

At this he laughed

“Work, it truly is how humans define themselves, huh?” he smiled down at me and I think I might die if he doesn’t kiss me, I wonder why he hasn’t. Then quickly a terrifying thought crossed my mind and I blurted out before I could stop myself.

“Are you married? Or seeing someone?” Please say no, I thought. 

He laughed again. “I am.” My heart dropped immediately, I felt like disappearing. I began to draw away from where I’d be situated at his side when he drew me back. He pointed to a couple five feet from us, they’re nuzzled against a corner of the bushes, lips connected sloppily. The man is tall and blonde and the woman is brunette with a bit of villain green at the ends. 

“That's my wife, Ariadne, we… have an arrangement.” His gaze dropped back to me. “Are you okay with that?” 

The blonde man plants kissed all down the woman's neck and she looked up and met her supposed husband's eyes. She smiled and waved at him. Then she looked me up and down, then back up at my partner and gave a half-hearted thumbs up that was interrupted by a gasp as the man sucked a hickey into her collarbone. 

I turned to my handsome stranger and stuttered out. 

“I’m okay with it.” In fact, I thought it was a little weird how much hotter the development made the situation. No part of me wanted to back out now, not when I was so close to getting what I wanted. 

His stupid grin was back and he leaned in to kiss my cheek, I wanted more, so much more. The heat of his skin was burning me alive and yet it felt like I’d die if I didn’t get closer. Skin to skin, bodies to bodies, mouths connected. Nothing else would do, I’d never been so hungry to burn. 

Finally we reached a corner where no one else was around. I was drawn to him like magic, the music still blaring in my ears despite having to be so far by now. He turned to face me and my hands caressed his chest over his suit, his arms wrapped around him like I was made for him. Made for this, his touch, his laugh, his smile. I was sure, more sure than I’d ever been about anything, that He was going to be the death of me. He was electric and yet somehow soft. Laidback and yet something dazzlingly sinister rested beneath his eyes. I wanted to see, to know it. I needed him more than air, and the bastard knew it. 

He still didn't give me what I wanted. He pulled back, only slightly but enough that the distance was utter torture. He pulled me into a slow dance position, eye brows raised in a clear invitation.  

So we danced, I was worried our tempo wouldn’t match the feel of the music but just as I slid my hands into position the song changed. A quieter, pensive piece that made my heart pound louder. We stepped together in a simple box, breathing each other's air, drawn together by something stronger and older than gravity itself. Starring into his brownish eyes I could see an entire world that was just for me. The intimacy of the moment was driving me to the brink of chaos. I needed to kiss him, to tear off his clothes, to burrow inside his soul. I needed to feel him. 

As the song progressed it became the only thing in my mind, whoever this man was, he was my world, I would die without him, and I needed him to kiss me. Over and over the thought circled my brain like a broken record. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. 

After the slow song ended and the music returned to its bouncing beat and electric guitar, the man’s stare changed shape. I could see my own desire reflected in his eyes, a hunger that hadn’t been there before. My heart surged with a new found hope that he would finally give me what I needed. His hands caressed down my back causing me to shiver, he pulled me to him til we were flushed chest to chest. My breath caught as he pushed a stand of hair behind my ear and started to lead in. 

I closed my eyes immediately. Preparing myself for the warmth of him, he was pressed all against me in a dizzying embrace, I could barely think, barely breath past my own desire. I felt him close in, inch by tantalizing inch. I couldn’t believe my incredible luck that somehow I’d managed to be here, two inches away from the most beautiful man on the planet. There weren’t enough words to describe this aching madness of being ever so close to paradise, of knowing in a moment it will be yours. The insanity on the brink of ecstasy. I felt his breath mingle with my own, I was breathing heavy, ready for him, so very ready. 

Then suddenly he paused, and my heart gave a violent jerk. We were less than an inch from one another and patience was never my strength. I opened my eyes to see what had caused this hesitation, heartbreak already welling in my throat. 

It was a woman, or at the very least she was woman shaped. The world still spun and warped, everything but the man in front of me was made up of the swirling colors of a kaleidoscope. She was beautiful and was saying something I didn’t care to hear. As I could hear my blood rushing in my ears and boiling within me. 

I didn’t know who she was, I didn’t care, she was why the man had paused, she was keeping me from his paradise. From the beauty and cosmic pleasure of whatever realm was beneath his eyes. I knew one thing about this woman, she wasn’t a person, she was a monster of malice and rot. She was a thing.

A thing that was in my way. 

The next few minutes weren’t ones I remember with any clarity. I remember my body moved faster than it ever had, I remember pinning something to the ground by its neck. I remember clawing at skin til I reached bone, and tearing off limbs with the same vigor as one makes love. I remember painting my suit a deep, wet, red. 

And I remember I laughed, when it was finally dead. 

Things only became clear for a moment after that, when I stared down at the mutilated corpse of a stranger and knew that red pouring out of her form was the same that dripped off my hands. I think I would have screamed, but the man wrapped an arm around my shoulders, I turned to face him. 

And then he kissed me. 

I don’t… have words for the feeling of finally crossing that blessed threshold and having the touch of his lips after what seemed an eternity of waiting. It was… simply divine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, gasping into the kiss. His hands were firm and practiced as they gripped the small of my back. Our chest and hips flushed in an explosion of pleasure and desperation. My hands were slick as they slid across his neck and down to the bits of his skin peaking out of his collar. I let them travel where they wished, making their way down past his shoulder blades to the meat of his thighs and back up to his face. Everywhere I went the fabric was soaked until the red on my hands was a dry stain. My hands were rough as they combed through his purple curls, pulling at them desperately. I heard him laugh, chuckle against my mouth as we stumbled back and I felt my back hit stone. One of the statues no doubt. 

I laughed too, utterly lost in the virgin bliss of the moment. I grabbed onto the lapels of his jacket and turned us around, I pushed him against the statue, pouring myself into the kiss. He sighed contently, letting me take control. I shoved his suit jacket off his shoulders, dizzy with the newfound freedom that came with dominance over my desire. I was filled with elation, with ease and exhilaration, and a driven lust that consumed my soul and lit it aflame. And I loved it, the simplicity of what could only be pure insanity. It built and built until there was nothing left of me but what was already a part of him, nothing but the raging storm of cosmic ravishment. 

I thought that there was nothing that could pull me from that perfect scene, but slowly I was driven from my stupor by the unmistakable sounds of sirens. Blaring, angry, screams of the cold reality. I opened my eyes and drew myself from the man from which I had found myself entangled. The lust of the moment before began to fade and the frozen silence of dread began to replace it. I began to shake as I turned my head and saw the proof of my undeniable guilt. My breathing had already been heavy and my heart already racing but the shift in intention gave me vertigo as I heaved and clutched my chest. 

There was blood everywhere, it was half dried and sticky on my clothes and his and my hands were stained with it. It was on the grass and the statue and my face. The sheer horror of it sent me into a deranged panic. I stumbled and back onto the grass, sitting at the world dripped out of that colorful fantasy and into a spiral of red and black. I was gonna be sick, bile rose in my throat and I turned to release myself in the grass. Spewing a violent waterfall that shook me and made my very bones feel fragile. 

The sirens still blared loud and hard, drawing closer as I sat in my stupor. My head filled with confusion and fear, I drew further and further into my brain, begging someone for an explanation. Tears slowly began to run down my face. 

Then from above me I heard a now familiar laugh. My head jerked up to see the man, looking utterly ravaged, suit jacket sitting halfway down his arms, his white shit covered in bloody, smeared hand prints, lips bitten. But he was still… smiling. 

And something else, his eyes were different, they had lost their chocolate brown and now blazed a shining gold. 

The tears fell faster, crushed with the malicious knowledge of what was before me. Whoever this man was, whatever he was. He had done this to me. 

“Who are you?” I begged once more, stumbling to my feet as the sirens grew ever louder. And the loud voices of law enforcement began to sound at the other end of the maze, every closer to their prey. 

The man once again wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in to whisper in my ear. 

“I have many names, as so many like me do, but I think the one you’d know best is my favorite.”

“Huh?” it was more of a stuttered gasp than a question.

“They call me… Dionysus.” 

That was the last thing I heard before the cops overtook me, pining me down and wrapping Iron round my wrists. 

Two weeks later I pled guilty in front of a judge and got myself a manslaughter charge, my lawyer got me a lighter sentence due to the fact that I was obviously drugged in some way. 10 years, I deserve more in my opinion. but I didn’t say that to the judge, because despite what recent events might have you too believe, I’m not a slut for punishment. I took my sentence with dignity and moved on. 

Prison’s not so bad. I don’t know if movies just played it up or if I got lucky, but I’m doing alright with the routine. The food isn’t gourmet and the people range from passively friendly to downright terrifying, but I haven’t gotten myself in too much trouble as of late. Plus, it ain’t the metal bars that keep me awake at night. 

I think back to that night often, the more I do the more I am certain that I wasn’t on drugs, at least not the kind humans usually are on. The more I think of that fateful encounter the more I know that I touched something that not many mortals have. I touched something ancient and powerful. I touched the edge of madness itself. 

And what scares me most? What made me plead guilty? The horrid truth that keeps me staring at the ceiling of my cell afraid to close my eyes?

I would do anything to feel it again.