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"Boy tonight sure is off to a boring start."
Amy turned and smiled at her friend before raising her eyebrow questioningly. "Well, we've only been here for about twenty minutes. What were you expecting?"
"I don't know, but something more exciting than this, that's for sure," her friend Robin replied, fidgeting restlessly on her bar stool. Amy just shook her head and sighed before picking up her drink and taking another sip. Nothing exciting ever happened in this tiny little hick-town, and both of them knew it. Still, every Saturday night Robin would insist that the two of them go to the bar and see if they could find some "hot hunky men." Hating to dash her friend's hopes, Amy would go along with her even though she knew that the outcome would always be the same. Sure, a guy or two might talk to her, but unfortunately those guys were almost always either married, a few decades too old, or both. Robin, on the other hand, almost always got chatted up by at least a few younger, cuter guys. However, no matter how handsome or sweet they were, they were never good enough for her friend. For all the more she liked to flirt and tease the opposite gender, Robin never let it go any further, which Amy found both respectable and yet frustrating at the same time. Sighing, Amy wished that just for once one of the cute young guys would come over and sit beside HER and give her a chance. She couldn't really blame any of them though; if she were a guy, she'd go straight for her friend too.
Glancing over at Robin, Amy sighed once again as she looked her friend up and down. Robin was tall and lean with tan skin that never dared to sprout a pimple or blemish. Her hair was midnight black and fell straight to her shoulders. She turned and looked at Amy, rolling her deep brown eyes that were surrounded by expertly applied make-up and pursing her always glossy lips in annoyance. Looking behind her friend, Amy saw what had conjured the eye rolling and lip pursing. There was a man who looked to be in his early forties that had just sat down beside her and was trying unsuccessfully to get her to pay attention to him. Deciding to be polite, Robin turned back around and tried to make small talk with him, although the man only seemed interested in looking down the plunging neckline of her bright red halter top. Even though they lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere, Robin always made sure that she was dressed to the nines. Along with the shirt, which Amy was sure cost more than her weekly paycheck, Robin wore a denim miniskirt that showed off her ridiculously long and ridiculously tan legs. On her feet she had a pair of red stiletto heels that instantly made her go from tall, to TALL.
Looking over the bar Amy found her reflection in the big mirror that stretched across the wall. Staring at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but compare herself to her friend. Although she never considered herself to be ugly in the least, she still knew that she couldn't come close to Robin's statuesque, exotic beauty. Amy had skin so pale that it was a wonder she didn't glow in the dark. Her dark blue eyes were surrounded by gray and silver eye shadow and black liquid eye liner, courtesy of Robin. What had her friend called the look? The smoky eye, or something like that. Either way, it made her eyes look huge; that coupled with her skin and pink mouth made her look almost like a porcelain doll that should be sitting up on a shelf somewhere. Her hair, which was a platinum blonde so light it almost appeared silver, fell in waves down her back and stopped just at the top of her hips. Amy was as short and curvy as Robin was tall and lean and as she looked down at her outfit she found herself wishing that she had the figure to pull off clothes like Robin was wearing. Instead she had opted for a black shirt with a scooped neckline that clung to her like a second skin and drew attention towards her abundant cleavage. Her dark skinny jeans were also snug, but not to the point where they looked painted on, which seemed to be the new style among young girls. On her feet she wore a simple pair of black flats, which did nothing to help her height but were still way more comfortable than any pair of heels she owned. All in all she thought she looked pretty damn good. She may not be flashing nearly as much skin or giving off as much sex appeal as her friend, but then again, who was she really trying to impress in this little shack of a bar anyways?
Amy had just taken the last sip of her drink when they walked into the bar. She had her back to the entrance so she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary at first. However, she could feel the tension go up in the bar when the door creaked open and she heard Robin give a little gasp. Turning around, Amy looked to see who it was that had caused such a reaction out of her friend. Getting her first glimpse of the two men standing in the doorway, she realized exactly why Robin had reacted the way she had.
Everyone in this area knew one another, so these two men stood out right away as out-of-towners because Amy had never seen them before. However, that wasn't the only reason that they stood out. Amy was pretty sure that every female in the bar had turned to get a good look at the two men who had just walked in; to say that they were hot was an understatement. The one with the shaggy brown hair was at least a head taller than ninety percent of the guys in the bar, and he wasn't lanky like most guys that height tended to be. No, his figure was lean and muscular in a way that made him seem like he was built for speed and agility. His deep brown eyes swept the bar from left to right before landing on an empty table in the corner. Turning, he made his way towards the table; he seemed a bit uneasy being there, as if he knew how out of place he and his buddy were. As soon as he sat down he took a worn-looking journal out of his jacket and started flipping through the pages. Amy was tempted to stare at him a little longer but then she got her first good look at the second man.
If the first man was gorgeous, then the only way to describe the second one was as heart-stopping. He wasn't as tall as the first guy but he still stood well over six feet. His profile showed tanned skin and dark blonde hair that was messy and spiked as if he had just rolled out of bed without having time to do any more then run his hands through it. Just looking at it made Amy wonder what it would be like to run her own fingers through it before grabbing a handful and pulling his head towards hers so that she could kiss that incredibly sinful mouth of his. He then turned his head in her direction and she was able to fully see his face.
She didn't even realize that she was holding her breath as she took in his beautiful hazel eyes that were surrounded by long curling lashes that would make any girl jealous. He had sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a mouth that would make even the most prudish girls reconsider their morals. Finally letting out her breath in a big whoosh of air, Amy quickly decided that he was the hottest man she had ever laid eyes on in person, and she had only seen his face so far. Moving her eyes downward, she saw that he was wearing a white t-shirt with a blue long-sleeved shirt unbuttoned over it; the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, showcasing his strong forearms. Both shirts clung to him in a way that allowed her to notice that his arms and chest were nothing but pure muscle. His abdomen looked flat with the shirt on, but she'd bet just about anything that there was a delicious six pack hiding underneath. His long legs were encased in a loose-fitting pair of jeans that had a couple of holes worn into them in the knee and thigh areas.
Amy was sitting there staring with her mouth slightly parted and her eyes wide as saucers when she felt Robin grab her arm. "Oh. My. GOD!" her friend whispered into her ear. "Do you see them?" Unable to tear her gaze away from the man, who was now standing beside the table where his buddy was sitting, she just nodded her head and whispered back, "Yeah, I definitely see them." Mr. Heart-Stopper was now bent over the table and talking to his buddy while they both looked at something in the journal. Finally realizing how obviously she was staring, Amy tore her gaze away from the men and looked at Robin. "I wonder what they're doing here?"
"Who cares. So long as they plan on staying and giving us some amazing eye candy to look at, I don't care what they do. Although…" after looking like she was deep in thought for a few seconds, Robin's face broke out into a vixenish expression that Amy knew only too well. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt to go and ask them," she finished, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Yea, right," Amy replied. "Like you're just gonna go over there and start talking to two complete and total strangers who….what are you doing?" Robin had slid off her bar stool and grabbed her drink before turning back to Amy with a big grin on her face. "I told you, I'm going to ask what they're doing here. Are you gonna come along?"
Her eyes widening, Amy looked from her friend over to the table with the two men then back to her friend again. "I…I…I think I'll just stay here and watch your seat," she lamely replied. Robin rolled her eyes in response and turned to start across the bar towards the two hotties who were still finding the journal way more interesting than their surroundings. Turning back around on her stool so that she was facing the bar, Amy mentally cursed herself for being such a wimp. Why hadn't she just gone with Robin to talk to them? She already knew the answer though. She was a shy person by nature, and she always had problems starting a conversation with someone new. Add to that the fact that the someone new in question would be a mouth-watering hunk and Amy knew that if she'd gone over there she would have done nothing but make a fool of herself. Better that she just stay over here and admire from afar, that way she wouldn't have to…
Amy felt the hair along her arms and back of her neck stand to attention at the same time that she saw out of the corner of her eye that someone had just stepped up to the bar. She knew before she even looked who she would see. Turning her head slowly, she looked up and saw Mr. Heart-Stopper standing only a few inches away from her. All she had to do was lift her hand and reach out and she'd be able to touch him. It was as she was thinking this while staring at his chest that he suddenly turned his head and looked directly at her. Freezing in shock, Amy could do nothing but stare up into his amazing eyes and gape her mouth open and closed like a total moron. He gave a quick glance down at her body sitting on the stool before meeting her gaze again, his mouth curving upward before breaking into a full-on grin that showcased his straight white teeth. That smile promised fun, lots of it, as well as pleasure, and many other acts that would be unspeakable unless you were in a dark room. Thinking of all the things he could do with that mouth sent little shock waves down her spine. God, he was too gorgeous for his own good! Trying not to look like a complete idiot, Amy managed to form her own lips into what she hoped was a relaxed smile.
"Hi there, I'm Dean," he said, and at the sound of his voice Amy thought she had died and gone to heaven. It was deep and gravelly like sandpaper rubbing over granite; the kind of voice that women dreamed of hearing whisper in their ear during sex. In fact, everything about him seemed like it was made for sex. Or maybe it had just been way too long since she'd had any.
Realizing that he was holding out his hand to shake hers, Amy mentally shook herself and extended her own hand. "Hi, I'm Amy," she said, trying not to jump when his large hand enfolded hers. Still looking at her with that smile on his face, Mr. Heart-stopp….uh, Dean, let go of her hand and motioned at the empty cup sitting in front of her. "What are you drinking?" he asked.
"What? Oh! Um, I just had a rum and coke," she stammered, wishing that she could bang her head against a wall for sounding so ditzy. As she watched, he motioned to the bartender, who set another drink down in front of her and then handed a beer to Dean. "You didn't have to do that," she said, watching as he paid the bartender for both their drinks.
"Don't worry about it darlin', it's my treat," he said with a wink, leaning his hip against the bar so that he could face her. At his use of the word darlin' coupled with that sexy wink, Amy felt a blush heat her cheeks, which was probably way too obvious on her pale skin. Unsure what to do now, she decided to try the same tactic that Robin was most likely using on the other man at the table. "So what brings you to this small town in the middle of nowhere?"
"I'm on a road trip with my brother," he replied, motioning with his head in the direction of the other man, who Amy now saw was chatting up a storm with Robin. "We were both tired from being in the car all day, so we decided to stop here for a quick drink and to see the sights," he said, giving her a grin and another wink that caused her cheeks to get even warmer than before. "What about you, you live here?"
"Yea, born and raised. I'm just here for the summer though. In the fall I'm traveling a few hours away to start my senior year of college," she responded, trying hard to sound cool and collected and not like a total train wreck. "My friend and I are renting an apartment for the summer, that way we don't have to move back in with our families.' Realizing that she was rambling, Amy decided it would be best if she just shut up and occupied her mouth with sipping on her drink instead.
"Well, considering how late it is, my brother and I might just have to stay in town til tomorrow. Do you think there are any other empty apartments or motel rooms nearby that we could rent out for the night?" he asked.
Frowning slightly, Amy answered him, "Unfortunately, I doubt you'll find anything like that in this town. The closest motel is about 20 miles away."
"Well, I guess there goes being able to rest anytime soon," he replied, lifting the bottle of beer to his lips and taking a long gulp. Watching the way his throat moved and his lips pressed to the bottle, Amy found herself ridiculously jealous of the glass container. Well, you could always stay at our place, she thought dreamily to herself and smiled.
"Really? That'd be great actually," he said. It was only then that Amy realized that she hadn't just thought the proposal; she had actually said it out loud! Staring wide-eyed at him, she tried to think of what to say. Noticing her obvious distress, Dean hastily added, "but we don't have to. Sam and I can just drive to that motel instead."
"No, no, it's fine, really," she replied, wondering if she'd gone crazy. What was her problem?! Here she was inviting a complete stranger, no make that TWO complete strangers, into her apartment for the night. Never mind that Robin would probably be more than thrilled by the idea. The point was that they didn't know these guys from Adam and it would be totally stupid to allow them into the apartment. Looking down at her cup, Amy wondered if maybe her drink had been spiked with an intelligence-removing substance. Oh wait, that'd be the alcohol.
She was trying to figure out a way to take back her earlier comments when Robin sashayed up to the bar. "Hey Amy, I was just talking to Sam over there, and he was saying how he and his brother have been driving all day. Sooooo I told him that they could come and crash at our place seeing as how we have an extra bedroom and a pull-out couch bed thingie."
Staring in shock at her friend, Amy was trying to process what she'd just heard when Dean chimed in, "That's great. Amy just offered the same thing."
"Oh, perfect!" her friend said excitedly, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
"Yea, perfect," Amy echoed, still trying to get her brain to catch up with what the hell had just happened. Had she said that Saturdays at the bar were never exciting? Well it looked like she was about to stand corrected.
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"Come on, I want you to meet Sam," Robin said, tugging gently on Amy's arm to get her attention. Still in shock over the arrangement that had just been set, Amy found herself unwilling to move from her bar stool. Picking up her drink she all but chugged the last half of it before setting it down and signaling for the bartender to bring her another. Turning to Robin, she leaned in close to her and frantically whispered, "We need to talk…..alone."
Leaning back, Robin looked her friend in the eyes, and some of the panic Amy was feeling must've shown in her face because Robin immediately turned to Dean and gave him a flirty smile before saying, "I hope you don't mind if I steal Amy for a minute. I have to use the ladies' room and it's against female protocol for me to go by myself."
"Of course not," he replied, straightening away from the bar. "I'll be back over at the table with Sam," he said, motioning in the direction of his brother. He then looked at Amy, who had finally decided to unglue herself from the bar stool. His eyes started at her face, traveled down to her feet, and traveled lingeringly back up her body to her face again. Looking her in the eyes, he gave her another one of his slow, delicious grins. Honestly, Amy thought, a man like that should come with a warning label: Caution, May Cause Women to Lose Their Minds (and Their Pants).
Forcing herself to break eye contact with him, Amy turned and followed Robin across the bar and into the single-stalled bathroom. After closing and locking the door, Amy leaned against it before letting herself slide ungracefully to the floor. "Oh god," she said, putting a hand up to her forehead. "Please do NOT tell me that we just agreed to let them stay at our apartment tonight?"
Robin, who was standing in front of the mirror reapplying her lip gloss, turned and looked at her friend. "We sure did, and I think it's the best damn decision we've made all year." Looking down at the grungy floor with disgust, Robin held out a hand, "Come on, if you don't get up soon you're gonna catch every possible disease known to man."
Reaching out, Amy allowed Robin to pull her to her feet. Walking over to stand beside her friend at the mirror, Amy looked at her own reflection. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and apprehension, and she wasn't sure if the butterflies in her stomach were because she was excited or terrified. Robin, on the other hand, looked like she hadn't a care in the world. "I know you think that it's a good decision and I'm not gonna lie, part of me finds them staying with us incredibly exciting, but honestly Robin, we don't know anything about them."
Turning away from the mirror, Robin gave Amy a sly smirk and placed a hand on her hip. "Well I guess we'll just have to get to know them then, won't we?" Turning back to the mirror, she lifted a tube of mascara out of her purse and started applying another coat to her thick lashes. "Besides, it's not like you invited Dean to share your bed. There's a whole other bedroom for him. Sam on the other hand is NOT sleeping on the couch. Not when I have a roomy queen size mattress in my room," she said saucily, putting the mascara back in her purse and running her fingers through her hair before turning back to Amy.
Giving herself a mental shake, Amy realized that Robin was right; she was completely overreacting. All she had offered Dean was a place to sleep, and Robin had even mentioned to him about the third bedroom. In fact, chances were that Dean hadn't even given more than sleep a consideration; to think that he had some type of agenda to seduce her was ridiculously vain of her. He probably flirted with every girl he met, whether he was attracted to them or not, so why should she consider herself any different than all the others? A man like him could have his pick of any woman he wanted and the thought that he had picked her out of all the other girls in the bar was ridiculous. She had just happened to be sitting on the right bar stool at the right time.
Finally convincing herself that she had nothing to worry about, Amy smiled at her friend. "You're right, I'm just being stupid. I guess I tend to overanalyze things sometimes." Raising her eyebrow, Robin gave her a look that wordlessly showed just how much she thought her friend overanalyzed. Giving her a playful glare, Amy turned and unlocked the door. Then, remembering something Robin had said a minute ago, she looked over her shoulder at her friend and grinned. "You're ridiculous, you know that? I hope you warned Sam how much of a tease you are. Even if you share your bed with him, you and I both know that the most he's gonna get out of you is some making out."
Putting a hand up to her chest, Robin widened her eyes in an unsuccessful attempt to look innocent. "Who me? What makes you think that I'd be so evil as to make him think he was getting anything more than making out? You know I would never imply something like that." Unable to keep up the act, Robin's face broke into a mischievous grin. "Well, ok, I may have mentioned something about how lonely it is at night without a guy to, uh, "entertain" me. But I never said what type of entertainment I was talking about, so any conclusions he makes are purely his own."
Shaking her head at her friend, Amy couldn't help but laugh. "Oh that poor boy, he has no idea what he's gotten himself into."After leaving the bathroom with Robin right behind her, Amy looked across the bar at the table in the corner and saw that Sam and Dean were involved in what looked like an important discussion. They had their heads close together and seemed to be talking rapidly. As the two girls neared the table, Sam looked up and saw them, nudging his brother as if in warning. Turning around on his chair, Dean's gaze collided with Amy's, and she felt waves of heat run up and down her spine. Even after giving herself that little pep talk in the bathroom Amy still found herself wishing that maybe, just maybe, the look that Dean was giving her meant something and wasn't just one that he gave every girl he met in a bar.
Robin walked around the table and gracefully situated herself onto the chair beside Sam, which left only the one next to Dean open. Reaching out and grabbing the back of the chair to pull it away from the table, she felt a large, warm hand cover hers. Jumping slightly in response, she looked up and found that Dean was no longer on his chair, but was standing next to her. "Allow me," he said, moving up behind her and drawing the chair away from the table. Unable to do more than smile like an idiot, Amy sat herself down in the chair as he pushed it in closer to the table. She had never had a man do such a thing, and the gentlemanly gesture made him seem even more attractive, if that were even possible. Returning to his own seat, he turned his body so that it was angled towards hers and gave her another one of those smiles that never failed to make her want to melt in a puddle at his feet. "So, is our arrangement still on? Cuz Sam and I were just talking, and we decided that if you two feel uncomfortable about letting us stay then we have no problem driving to that motel instead."
Looking over at Robin, who was giving her a look that plainly said "don't you dare mess this up," Amy glanced at first Sam and then Dean, both of whom were watching her closely for her response. She knew that if she had any doubts then now would be the perfect time to voice them, but instead she found herself smiling and saying, "Sure, it's fine. There's no reason to make you two drive out of town when our apartment is just a couple blocks away. Unless of course you'd rather sleep at a motel on an old ratty mattress with a flat pillow and threadbare blanket," she added jokingly.
Both of them smiled back at her, and Robin gave her a discreet thumbs-up signal. "Thanks, we really appreciate it, Amy," Sam said, his shaggy hair hiding half of his eyes as he gave her a shy smile. Turning to Robin, his smile instantly became less shy and more inviting. Amy could tell by the way he was looking at her friend that Robin already had him hooked and there was no way he was getting away until she decided she was done with him.
Staring back at Sam, Robin gave him a look that wordlessly said she planned on figuring out just how appreciative he really was. Turning to Amy, she said, "Well, I don't know about you but I'm about beat, and I'm sure they are too. How about we call it an early night and head back to the apartment?" Eyes widening in surprise, Amy glanced over at the clock on the wall. It was only 11:30, much earlier than they had ever left the bar before. However, it didn't take a genius to know why Robin wanted to leave so badly, and from the look of things Sam felt the same way.
Turning to Dean, Amy felt her breath catch in her throat; he was watching her intently as if her answer was important to him. "Uh…sure," she whispered, trying to clear her head, which was impossible with him looking at her like that. She really needed to get a grip on her hormones, especially if she planned on allowing him to sleep in the extra bedroom which happened to be located right next to hers.
"Great! Let's go," Robin said cheerfully, sliding off her bar stool and heading straight for the door. Sam watched her for a few seconds before turning to Dean, who raised his eyebrows at his brother and cocked his head towards the door as if to say "what are you waiting for?" Getting the hint, Sam quickly stood up and hurriedly tried to catch up to Robin, who was almost at the door. Unable to hide the grin that spread across her face, Amy turned to find Dean once again watching her intently.
"What's so funny?" he asked, a playful smile curving his lips.
"Oh nothing," she replied, still grinning from ear to ear. "It's just that I hope your brother knows the trap that he's walking into with her. If he's not careful he might not make it out alive."
Leaning in close so that his face was just inches away from hers, Dean turned his head towards her ear and whispered, "I wouldn't worry about Sam. He's learned from the best how to handle women." His voice so close to her ear sent shivers down her spine that seemed to gather in a lower region that she'd rather not think about at the moment. It was only as he pulled away from her that Amy realized she'd closed her eyes, and she opened them dreamily to see him watching her with a slight smirk on his face. Had any other guy said he was the best at handling women Amy would've laughed in his face at his over-inflated ego. But with Dean she found herself thinking that he probably WAS the best. If he already had her all antsy and turned on from just a few smiles and a whisper in her ear then what would he be capable of doing if he actually got his hands, or heaven forbid even his mouth, on her? Amy was almost glad that she'd never find out. Dean was too much for her to handle, and she'd never survive a night with such a man. She found herself incredibly grateful that they had that extra bedroom after all.
Trying to regain some of her confidence and composure, Amy slid her chair back and stood up, grabbing her purse off the table. "We should probably go before they leave without us," she said, turning and heading towards the door. She knew without even having to look that Dean was right behind her. She could feel his presence at her back and it was comforting yet nerve-wracking at the same time.
Stepping outside, Amy took a deep breath of the warm summer night air. Glancing across the street, she saw Robin and Sam walking in the direction of the apartment which was only about a block and a half away. She glanced up at Dean and saw that he was watching the pair as well but had a slight frown on his face. "We're walking? What about my car…." he trailed off, glancing over at the parking lot.
"It'll be fine," Amy replied. "People leave their cars here overnight all the time. Plus the apartment is just around the corner." Looking deep in thought, he ran one of his hands through his hair, forcing it to spike up even more, before nodding in agreement. They started walking down the street just as Sam and Robin disappeared around the corner up ahead. It was only then that Amy realized how very alone she was with Dean. Unable to think of anything to say, they walked in silence, but surprisingly it wasn't awkward at all. It almost felt…right, somehow. Wanting to slap herself for having such a sappy thought, Amy increased her pace a bit, wanting to get to the apartment before she had any other ridiculously cheesy thoughts. Rounding the corner, she nodded to a big white building on their left. "That's the one. We're on the second floor."
They walked up to the entrance of the building, Dean reaching in front of her to open the door. She gave him a quick smile before walking inside and starting up the stairs. Once they had reached the second floor, Amy saw that the door had been left cracked open for them and she pushed it open and stepped inside. Sam and Robin were nowhere in sight but then Amy heard her friend's laugh coming from the room that was on the other side of the kitchen. They were in Robin's bedroom already. Geez, talk about moving fast. Unsure what to do, Amy stood in the living room and snuck a glance over at Dean, who was busy taking in his surroundings. "Nice place," he said, his gaze meeting hers.
"Thanks," she said quietly, then gestured shyly towards the hallway that led off from the living room. "Here, I'll show you where the extra bedroom is." The hallway contained a bathroom on the left, the guest bedroom on the right, and Amy's bedroom was straight back at the end. Robin had decided to take the bedroom that was on the other side of the apartment that way they could have some privacy from each other. At the time it had sounded like a great idea. Now however, Amy found the amount of privacy a bit nerve-wracking, especially since it meant that Robin and Sam would be on one side of the apartment while she was alone with Dean on the other.
Entering into the guest bedroom with Dean right behind her, she went to the closet to pull down some sheets and a blanket. She walked over to the barren bed and started putting on the light blue sheets, feeling Dean's eyes on her the entire time. She finished by spreading the beige blanket over top of the sheets and tucking it underneath the pillow, then turned and gave him a tentative smile. "There, all done," she said, standing beside the newly made bed unsure what to do next.
"Thanks darlin'," Dean said, winking at her and causing her to blush slightly. Walking towards the bed, he kicked off his boots and shrugged out of the long-sleeved shirt, leaving him in the thin white tee. She couldn't help but stare at the muscles of his chest which filled the shirt almost to bursting. Then, realizing that he was only about a foot away from her and that they were both standing beside the bed, she forced her gaze away from his chest and up to his face instead. He was watching her with that intent stare of his, a slight smile curving one side of his mouth. Feeling heat flare up over her cheeks, she turned and all but ran for the door. Fleeing down the hall and going into her own room, she shut and locked the door before leaning against it and sighing heavily. She wasn't totally sure, but she thought she heard Dean's deep laughter coming from the other room.
