There was the sound of a beautiful purring classic engine that pulled into the diner parking lot. I looked over at Jean who had propped her feet up on one of the stools at the counter.
"You get it! I'm leaving."
"Jean! I have things to do! I still have to go to the police station to drop off Jen's stuff..." I sighed.
"Nope! I got plans." She said getting up while fluffing her snowy white perm. She was sixty-five but she acted like a sixteen year old.
"Let me guess... Bingo with Wilbur again? I'm telling you the pervy old man is trouble!" I yelled as she walked out the back door. I turned around to see a man looking at me slightly disturbed. I blushed deeply.
"She's... Dating this... never mind. How can I help you?" I asked feeling like a total idiot. The guy chuckled and shrugged holding his hands up.
"If your into pervy old men be my guest, I just wanted to know where the men's room was." He grinned.
"I'm not in to pervy old men... Jean is... not me. It's right there." I said nodding once to the men's room door beside the counter. It was then I noticed that the two guys had chosen a booth in the corner.
Sitting in the booth on a laptop was a tall, drop dead gorgeous man. I inched my way over to the table to take his order.
"Can I get you anything?"
"Um... not right now, my brother's in the bathroom and he hasn't decided yet." The guy said giving me a smile. I almost dropped my notebook at the sight of his dimples. They were so adorable that I almost reached out to touch them. I nodded and walked away and he went back to his internet.
Wait. How in the hell was he getting wifi here? I pulled out my iphone and tried to get online. Nothing. I had no signal, but there he was surfing away.
He was tall, and not just a few inches taller than me tall more like a few feet taller than me. He wore his chesnut brown hair long to his shoulders which he tucked behind his ears. His skin was clear save for a few adorable freckles on his face, and had a muscular built. His long slender fingers wizzed over the keyboard as he typed. He wore a dark black suit with a navy colored tie which was loose around his neck. His eyebrows would come together as he thought and only looked away from the screen when the second man walked out of the restroom.
"Alright it's time to get my pie on." The other guy said taking a seat in front of the tall man and rubbed his hands together.
As they looked at the menu I studied the other man closely. I thought it was impossible for another man to look sexier than the tall one but this guy gave him a run for his money. He sat slumped in the booth legs taking up the room under the table. He threw his arm over the back of the booth and studied the menu. I tried to look busy as he studied the list. His sandy brown hair was cut short and rose to a peak at the front. He had a 5 o'clock shadow forming on his sculptured jawline, that would clench and relax as he studied. His nose and cheeks were covered with small freckles clustered like stars in the sky, and his eyes... oh his eyes... They were so green it reminded me of emeralds. He was clearly the older of the pair, but not too much older than the tall one. He had a deep husky voice that was enough to charm the pants off of me. The tall guy murmured something and the green eyed man laughed, filling the empty diner with the sound. He too was dressed formally in a suit, only his was a dark navy color with a simple black tie.
I wondered what they were doing here in Delta, Ohio. We didn't get too many traveling I knew almost everyone in the small town I lived in, and I know I had never seen these two before. I was called to their booth. I walked over quickly and watched as they laughed over something I didn't quiet catch.
"Hi, I'm Emily. I'm your waitress for this evening, so what can I get you?" I asked smiling. The tall one looked down at the menu.
"I'll have the cook's salad with the ranch on the side, no carrots, and crutons... aaand a bottle of water." He said shutting the menu and handing it to me. I nodded writing down the order. I hadn't pictured him as the salad eating type. I finished and turned to the green-eyed guy who gave me a cute smile.
"Ready? I got a lot." He said smiling. His eyes glimmered in the light as he angled his head up toward me.
"I can write fast." I smiled back.
"Alright. I want a bacon buster with extra busting bacon, large order of fries, a chocolate milkshake with whip cream, but no cherry, large Coke, and of course the piece de resistance the All-American apple pie." He said slamming the menu closed and looked up at me.
"Good choice, the pie... I make it myself." I said smiling taking his menu.
"Well it better be good." He said.
"Oh it is. Believe me." I said walking away.
I gave the slip to Cameron the cook who I found sleeping yet again. I glanced at the clock and seen it was nearing eight. I sighed and walked over to the record player. I flipped through the music and decided to play yet again the greatest song of all time. I plunked in my coins and hit E-5 and let the music play.
As I walked back the guitar riff came through the speakers and the green-eyed guy froze in his seat. His head turned to look at the guy in front of him who's eyebrows rose at me. I suddenly felt self consious as the green-eyed guy turned to look at me too.Back in black, I hit the sack, I've been too long I'm glad to be back, Yes I'm, let loose, From the noose, That's kept me hanging about, I keep looking at the sky,'Cause it's gettin' me high, Forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die, I got nine lives, Cats eyes...
"ACDC?" He asked looking impressed. I froze and smiled small.
"Are you a fan?" I asked.
"The biggest." He said nodding. I nodded back smiling, and Cameron called out the order was ready. I turned from them and walked to the kitchen.
"I seriously wish you'd stop playing that song... you play it every night." Cameron said.
"Get over it." I said taking the plates. I balanced all of them in my arms, two in my hands, and the small ones over my arms. I had gotten really good at balancing plates since I had started a year ago. I'm normally not a cordinated person. I walked over to the table and the green-eyed guy helped me place all the plates on the table.
"I'll be right back with the pie." I said smiling. He smiled at me and I walked over to the desert case. I picked up the apple pie I had made that morning and cut into the unblemished crust. My pie was the best in the county and had won ribbons at the fair last year, he was in for a treat. I delievered the pie and the two guys started talking again. I sat at the counter and flipped through my magazine while they talked.
"I don't know Dean... it's weird. They aren't connected, don't even look like they knew each other if you asked me." The tall one whispered. My ears perked up at the sound. Could they possibly be talking about the murders in town? So the green-eyed guy's name was Dean. It fit him...
"Dude, there's gotta be something. Have you checked in Dad's book? I mean normally people just don't go missing and then turn up four days later looking like they've been starved to death." Dean said shoving a spoonful of whip cream in his mouth.
"I'm telling you it just doesn't fit!" The tall one argued. Dean sighed and looked around the diner and catching my eyes.
"Well, how about we ask?" He whispered to the tall one, "Excuse me, can we ask you a few questions? We're with the FBI investigating the murders in town." Dean said pulling a badge from his suit pocket. I dropped my magazine and almost my jaw. Cops... no AGENTS. Holy shit, men in uniform. Damn.
"Yeah, of course. My sister Jen went missing yesterday." I said. The tall one looked over at Dean.
"I'm Agent Hendrix and this is Agent Osborne." Dean said handing me his badge.
Agent James Hendrix... James? Didn't Osborne just call him Dean? I studied the badge carefully but it looked solid. However, I was going to be careful around these guys.
"I'm Emily." I said pulling up a chair to their table.
"So you said your sister went missing?" Osborne asked.
"Yesterday morning. She was on her way to work but never got there I guess." I said licking my lips nervously.
"And that's not normal for her? Is it possible she just went somewhere for a few days?" Hendrix asked.
"No, it's impossible. Jen wouldn't leave me. We do everything together, and nothing would keep her from work. She's a total workaholic, never missed a day of work in her life." I said shaking my head.
"Do you think it's connected with the others?" Osborne asked.
"Unfortunately... but the cops don't seemed concerned right now with it. Is that why you're here?" I asked narrowing my eyes slightly.
"Kinda." Hendrix said taking a bite out of his burger.
"Now these murders how weird are they?" Osborne asked rolling his eyes at Hendrix.
"Weird. Like you said, they disappear looking normal but come back three or four days later looking like they've been starved for months. Skin and bones basically." I whispered looking down at my hands.
"I know this is hard for you..." I cut Osborne off.
"No... it's fine. At least someone's doing something. I don't know what's going on, but it's not normal. It's like the life was sucked from them..." I whispered looking up in Osborne's warm eyes.
He glanced over at Hendrix.
"There was no open wounds though? Nothing missing from them?"
"Missing?"
"You know... like hearts or organs?" Hendrix said. I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't so I shook my head.
"No... nothing. The coroner said it looks as if they starved to death. It's impossible though, it takes two weeks at least to die of starvation, but there's no signs of dehydration... it's like they just shriveled up." I whispered. Hendrix looked over at Osborne and he nodded once.
"What about blood loss?"
"Gone. But the body's were still..." I paused, "moist? I guess. I mean like the blood was gone but the muscle and brain were fine." I said shrugging.
"How do you know all this?"
"My best friend is on the police force." I said.
"Have the bodies all turned up in the same place?" Hendrix asked wiping his hands on a napkin and picking up his fork to eat my pie.
"Yeah, out on the edge of town. No one really goes out there and the police have set up a patrole but somehow the person always gets passed them." I said looking down at my hands in my lap.
"OH MY GOD." Hendrix yelled. I jumped and looked up at him and his eyes were bulging.
"What?" Osborne asked.
"This pie! It's freaking amazing." He yelled taking another mouthful. I smiled secretly pleased with myself.
"We're kind of in the middle of something here," Osborne said.
"Well I'm sorry." Hendrix said mockingly.
He looked to me and raised his fork along with his eyebrows and I laughed softly.
"Do you think it would be possible if we could check out Jen's room? For anything that could lead to someone?" Osborne asked.
"Um, yeah of course." I said.
"Great." Osborne said smiling at me. God these men were going to charm me out of my jeans before the night was through.
There was a knock at my door the next morning and I rose form the couch to answer it. I opened the door to find Agent Hendrix leaning on the doorjam. I looked down at my pajamas and my face grew hot. Of course only I would forget I had to hot men coming over to my house today.
"Oh hey." I said opening the door and letting them in.
"Hi. This shouldn't take long, we'd just like a look around and we'll be out of your way." Osborne said.
"Okay sure. Can I get you anything? Soda? Water? Beer?" I asked.
"Nothing." "Beer." They said together at the same time. Osborne looked over at Hendrix shaking his head.
"I'm thirsty." He snapped back. I smiled and walked to the kitchen and cracked open two bottles. I brought them to the guys and lead them upstairs to Jen's room.
"I have some of her things in my room... if you want to see those too." I said.
"Okay, I'll look in here, you check out the stuff." Osborne said walking into Jen's room. I led Hendrix to my room and climbed up on my bed to reach the shelf where I had placed the box of Jen's things from work.
"Nice room." Hendrix said looking around. I laughed at the clutter and looked at him surprised.
"Really? Can you swim?" I joked. He smiled and grabbed my elbow as I jumped down from the bed to steady me. His hand was warm and rough from calluses. I noticed scars on his hands and he pulled back. "Uh, this is just stuff from her desk at work. I thought I could find something but I didn't. I figured since you're the trained officers..." I said smiling. He laughed and sifted through the box of junk.
"She really liked pink." He said pulling out a feathered pen.
"Yeah... you should see her room." I laughed kicking junk on my floor out of the way. Hendrix sat on the edge of my bed and shuffled through Jen's event planner.
"Do you know what this is?" He asked handing the book to me. On the date she disappeared there was a blue streak.
"No idea..." I said shrugging.
"Hmm..."
"Um... so Dean... what's your partner's name?" I asked slipping Dean in to test him. He froze and looked up at me.
"What?"
"Your partner's name?" I said smiling small.
"You called me Dean." He said squinting.
"I heard your buddy call you that yesterday..." I said blushing.
"Oh..." He said looking down, his eyes roaming the floor.
"Who are you really?" I asked softly. His eyes lifted from the floor and looked into mine, "Because I could care less as long as you're going to help me find my sister." I said.
"We're FBI we told you. Here, call our supervisor!" Hendrix said pulling out a card. I looked at it and shrugged. I picked up my phone and dialed the number. It began to ring and after a few someone picked up.
"Supervisory Special Agent Kent Addams." A gruff voice said when they answered. I was struck dumb. He sounded just like someone I knew. "Hello?" The voice said again.
"Bobby?" I asked shocked. There was a pause on the line...
Agent Hendrix looked up at me shocked.
"Who is this?" Bobby asked.
"It's Emily... Bobby Singer?" I said shocked.
"What... in the world." Hendrix said shocked. THEY WERE HUNTERS!?
"I have two of your agents here... Jen's missing." I said into the phone turning from Dean's shocked face.
"Jen's missing?!" Bobby asked.
"Yes! There's girls missing left and right here." I said.
"Dean and Sam are there?" Bobby asked.
"Dean and Sam?" I asked.
"One's tall, long hair... the other is snarky and sandy hair... both are idjits, but they get the job done." Bobby said. I laughed softly.
"Yeah..." I said smiling at Dean.
"Okay, um... I gotta go, sheriff's here..." Bobby said.
"Kay." We hung up.
"You know Bobby?" Dean asked shocked.
"We used to live in South Dakota when I was a teenager... my parents were killed by rogue vampires." I whispered shocked to finally admit that to someone. Dean's eyebrows raised. "Bobby and some other guy named Rufus came and got Jen and I out before it was too late for us."
"Wow." Dean whispered.
"So you're Dean? So that makes the tall one Sam?" I asked. Dean nodded and I looked around the room surprised. "Wait, if you're here then these murders aren't normal?! So something is after my sister." I said
"Sam thinks it's a Djinn." Dean said. I inhaled and shook my head.
"I don't know what that is." I said
"It's a genie... basically they entrap their victums and feed off them over a period of time... they're like vampires but more pleasant I guess. I ran into one a while back and they put you in this dream... like it's everything you could ever want." He whispered.
"So there's a possiblty my sister is still alive?" I asked sitting down next to him.
"Yes, but we haven't got a clue where the Djinn would be living." He said shrugging.
"Where do they like?" I asked.
"Ancient ruins... abandoned places.." He shrugged. I pursed my lips and shrugged.
"There's nothing like that around here unless he's out in some old barn in the country." I said shaking my head.
"Hey uh Hendrix." Sam said walking into my room.
"Sam she knows."
"How did she find out!?" Sam asked throwing his hands up, "I thought we were going to not tell anyone this time?"
"She called our supervisor Bobby... and she knew him. Her parents were killed by some vamps that Bobby killed a while back." Dean said.
"Seriously?" He asked me. I nodded and he looked surprised. "Man, I'm sorry." Sam said.
"Thanks... So Dean says it might be a Djinn?" I asked.
"Yeah, and I think your sister knew about it." He said shaking his head handing me her diary.
"Where'd you find this?!" I asked shocked.
"Simple, there's a loose floorboard under her bed." Sam said shrugging, "Look at the day she went missing, she said that she felt like it was supernaturally related and she'd done research. She thought she had an idea of what it was. She could have gone out hunting for it." Sam said. I growled and slammed the book.
"She would too." I said tossing it across the room angrily. Dean looked at Sam breifly and then back to me.
"Well, there's more..." Dean said.
"What?" I asked.
"This Djinn seems to have a type... Dark brown hair... fair skin." Dean said slowly.
"You mean... me? That's impossible I didn't look for him." I said.
"But the Djinn will see you in your sisters mind, and you match his type perfectly." Sam said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, petite, brow haired, good looking, fair skinned, and type A blood." Dean replied. I almost squealed at the fact he thought I was good looking until I realized I was type A blood.
"How'd you find that out..." I asked confused.
"Well we had to be sure." Sam said shrugging with a oops face on.
I shook my head and stood. This was nuts! First my sister goes missing, then hunters show up and tell me it's a Djinn, now it's after me?! What the hell?
"What do I do?" I asked.
"I mean we can keep an eye on the place..." Dean said. I looked at them frustrated.
"I can't just hide up in here." I said.
"Well, if you want to live you will." Sam said. I folded my arms and sighed.
"You guys can kill this right?" I asked. They nodded. "Alright..."
I glanced out my kitchen window to see Dean and Sam sitting in the Impala outside the house. I opened the door and walked out into the chilly night. Dean rolled down his window.
"You guys can come in you know." I said.
"We're good." Sam said before Dean answered for them. I looked at them.
"It's freezing out here!" I said. They shrugged it off and told me to go back inside. I rolled my eyes and went back into the house. I heard Jingles, Jen's cat, scratching at the back door to be letout.
"Okay okay!" I yelled walking to the back door. I let the cat out and looked into the dark backyard. My hair on my arms was standing on end and the door jerked from my hand. I screamed as a tattooed man pulled me from the house.
"DEAN! DEAN!" I screamed bloody murder. I heard the car door slam and the Djinn clutched me tighter locking my airways. I gasped for breath as there was crashes from inside the house.
"HELP!" I gasped as the Djinn dragged me away quickly. NO! I screamed in my head. I could see Dean's horrified face before everything around me went up in a blue glow and then it went dark.
I rolled over pulling the covers around me tight. There was a mumble from beside me and I opened my eyes. I was met with gorgeous green eyes looking at me sleepily.
"Morning." He yawned. Dean. Dean was laying beside me in bed. He smiled and pulled me closer to him, burying his face into my hair. I sighed in comfort.
"Morning." I smiled. Wait. What the hell? I sat up breaking out of his arms and scrambling across the bed. I screamed as I fell off the bed backwards onto the floor.
"Oh god Emily!" Dean said leaping across the bed looking at me from over the edge. His hair was sticking up in a disaray, and stubble was standing up on his face. "Are you okay?" He asked getting up from the bed. I gasped and shut my eyes as his half naked body helped me up. Dean was standing in my room, in plaid boxers, sleeping next to me. What the hell was going on?
"What happened?" I asked.
"What do you mean? That's my line!" Dean chuckled straightening my shirt. I looked down to realise I was wearing a button up shirt and underwear that was it!
"Oh my god." I said looking up at him.
"Are you feeling okay?" Dean asked chucking my chin smiling. I opened my mouth. I frowned. Was I okay? I didn't feel hurt.
"I just... had a weird dream..." I said.
"Yeah? Clowns or midgets?" Dean asked. He walked from me to the master bathroom.
"What?" I asked.
"Nevermind Emily." He laughed stripping to get in the shower. I freaked and turned away before the boxers went down. Where was I? I looked around the room.
A large bed stood in the middle of the window and a dresser was beside it. I rushed over to find a pair of jeans. I put on the first pair I could find. I shut the drawer and gasped at my hand. On my ring finger was a wedding ring.
"What the hell?" I screamed. There was a thud in the bathroom and a socking wet Dean ran out, soap in his hair.
"What?!" He asked looking around.
"Dean something's wrong." I said looking around. He walked over tying a white towel around his waste. He took my face in his soapy hands and I laughed as he rubbed the soap all over my face.
"You look just fine to me." He said smiling.
"Ha, ha. Seriously Dean. We... we're married?" I asked.
"HOLY SHIT?! REALLY?" Dean asked looking down at his hand and ring. "WHEN DID THAT GET THERE?" He asked walking over to the small table near the bed and picking up a photo and handing it to me. There I stood in a flowing white ball gown dress kissing Dean at our wedding.
"Dean... I don't remember this... I don't remember anything. All I remember was you and Sam showing up yesterday... the Djinn." I said shocked.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked.
"The Djinn! Dean the Djinn has me!" I gasped.
"No I'm pretty sure you're right here..." He said looking at me and shaking me by the shoulders.
"Dean I'm sleeping, I'm dreaming." I said.
"No..." He said.
"Slap me." I said bouncing trying to wake myself up.
"Emily you're being ridicouls." He said as I picked up his hand to smack me.
"No I'm not Dean! I have to wake up or I'm gonna die!" I said.
"Emily! STOP!" He yelled grabbing me and holding me still. Dean's green eyes were looking at me in fear. "Stop! You're scaring the shit out of me." He said. I stopped and looked up at him. Was it all a dream?
"So you're not a hunter?" I asked.
"Hunting? Emily?! I've never been in the freaking woods!" He said shaking his head. I nodded and ran my fingers through my hair.
"This is so weird." I whispered.
"You're telling me." He said still looking at me. He made me sit in the bathroom while he rinsed off because he was worried I would flip out again. He stepped out of the shower smiling at me. I held the photo in my hands and suddenly I had a flash of light hit me. I remembered. I remembered our first dance, him kissing me after the I dos. Dear god I remembered the honeymoon.
"Still dreaming?" He asked smiling as he dried off. I watched him as he rubbed the towel on his firm chest and neck.
"Think so." I murmered. He laughed and tied the towel around his waist.
"Come here." He said pulling me up from the side of the bath tub. His fingers ran through my hair and he smiled at me. There were small water droplets dripping from his hair and landing on my feet.
"If you were dreaming would you feel this?" He whispered kissing my neck. I inhaled sharply as his gentle lips grazed my skin. He chuckled kissing my throat and moving up to my chin then lips. He pulled me closer to him as he kissed me. I exhaled softly and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Dreaming?" He whispered between kisses.
"Yep." I smiled. He laughed and kissed me harder. I squealed as he lifted me up into his arms.
"You she-devil I just showered." He whispered.
"Oh well." I whispered softly as he put me on the bed.
Dean shimmied the jeans I had just put on back off and tossed them aside. He tickled me on my side making me squeal loudily. He chuckled and pulled the shirt up over my head and kissed my chest. My voice caught in my throat and I let out a soft squeak. He laughed and kissed me on the lips, nibbling at my bottom lip wonderfully. His warm, smooth hands ran down my body making me arch my back and get goosebumps. My chest began to ache as he kissed my neck.
Suddenly there was a loud scream and Crazy Train began playing. Dean stopped kissing me and groweled resting his head on my chest.
"What?" I asked.
"My phone."
"Who is it?" I asked as he picked the phone up.
"Sam." Dean sighed.
"Okay." I said crawling under the covers as he took the call. Well what a way to kill the mood.
"Dude, I know alright. I'll make sure to dress nice. No band t-shirts. I know!" He argued from the bathroom.
"Well I was kinda in the middle of something Sam." He said roughly.
"Well yeah it was pretty important."
"No it's not to do with work, dude just stop."
"DUDE! I'm hanging up. I'm hanging up now. Stop talking I'm hanging up."
Dean walked back into the room and shook his head.
"What's up?"
"Just reminding me of the family dinner." He said rolling his eyes. He climbed into bed with me again but lost the towel in the attempt.
"Oops." I said tossing it aside. He laughed and rolled over kissing me. He unclasped my bra and cupped me in his hands, kissing me sweetly. I moaned loudly as his thumb rubbed against my skin.
"You're so beautiful." Dean whispered kissing my breast softly. I moaned loudly as his hands ran down my waist and pulled down my underwear.
"Mmmm." I said pulling his mouth to mine. He teased me by rubbing my inner thigh, fingertips barely brushing against my hot skin. "Dean!" I moaned as he continued.
"Yes honey?" He asked softly.
"You're being an ass." I huffed back.
"I know." He chuckled kissing me again. His hands ran along the inside of my legs making my body tingle.
"Damn it Dean." I laughed. He smiled and finally stopped teasing and stroaked me softly. I let out a breath as his finger circled making me arch my back. God damn it, he was good. He kissed my breast, teasing with his tongue. I moaned loudly as my toes began to tingle.
"Mhmmm louder." He whispered flicking me softly making me cry out lustily. He laughed at how much he'd reeled me in and now it was MY turn to tease the little bastard. I grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed his neck. I ran my nails down his back making him grunt softly, his hot breath on my neck. My hand slid down and grabbed him firmly. He kissed my neck roughly as I ran my hand down the length of him.
"God..." He said breathless. I smiled kissing him again. His hips began to rock with my strokes and he was getting anxious. His hand slid back down to my clit. I moaned loudly as his fingers sunk into me. He gasped as my hand went tight around him.
"Oh..." I moaned. I froze as the first wave of orgasms hit me. My back arched and Dean slipped his arm around me and encouraged me to bend more. I gasped as his thumb pressed against my clit making me purr.
"Mmmm." I said lightly. He suddenly disappeared beneith the covers. I screamed out as his fingers left me and his tongue took over. I ran my hands through his wet hair as he teased me again. He kissed and nipped. Damn him. I was becoming frustrated and wanting him to take me.
"Dean... now." I moaned loudly.
"No!" He whispered his cool breath hitting me. I arched my back as I had a small orgasm again. He encouraged me along, flicking me with his warm tongue.
"Damn it Dean! Now!" I moaned twisting in bliss. My body was tensed up and warm from the orgasm and he laughed and kissed me before coming back up.
"Now?" He asked.
"YES!" I yelled.
"Now?" He asked smiling again.
"Dean please don't make me beg." I whispered.
"Oooo. No please do." He said kissing me. His lips were salty and warm.
"Dean please." I whispered.
"I'm sorry what?" He asked.
"Dean PLEASE! Please now!" I huffed as I came closer to the edge.
"Now?" He asked.
"YES!" I Screamed as the orgasm ripped through me. He suckled my breast and rubbed my clit pulling the orgasm out longer. I gasped for air as my body twisted into his. He pulled me close kissing me.
"God, I love you." He whispered.
"I love you Dean. So much." I said floating on air. I pointed my toes as he rubbed up against me. I whimpered as he moved away.
"I swear to god Dean. If you do not do me now I will murder you." I moaned.
"Whoa..." Dean laughed. And off he went. I gasped as he entered me slowly. He kissed me roughly as he began to rock me in his arms. His arms wrapped tighter around me, kissing my neck, sucking. He pumped slowly at first and then gained speed, pulling me into beautiful bliss. His hands ran down my sides. I moaned as a small feeling grew in me.
"Oh my god." I moaned. He rocked me in his arms stronger. He kissed me all over. The room was growing hot and sweat was forming on the back of my neck.
"You're driving me crazy." He whispered in my ear.
"Me?" I asked.
"Yes you." He laughed. I suddenly began to feel dizzy as the warmth surged through my veins.
"Dean! Dean!" I hissed. He groaned loudly as I tightened up and then felt my body rip into pure ecstasy. Dean hit the mark and we both rolled in pure bliss, tangled together and tied up in the bedsheets. He held me close and I dug my nails into his back and he hissed. I cried out as I hit the peak, my back arching, my toes pointing, my eyes squeezed tight, and my mouth open in pure wonder. We collasped into each others arms. Our breathing heavy and loud. He kissed me and brushed my hair back with his hand.
"God I love you so much." He said to me, pressing his forehead against mine.
I was curled up against Dean, my head on his chest. His left hand twisted my hair around his fingers, and his right ran up and down my back giving me goosebumps. He froze suddenly and stiffened.
"Dean?" I asked sitting up. His eyes were wide open but he wasn't responding.
"DEAN!?" I asked screaming at him. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. He shut his eyes and sat straight up. Our forheads smacked together and he let out a yell.
"FUCK!" He yelled clutching his head.
"Dean!? Are you okay?" I asked as he crawled from the bed. He rubbed his head and shook it a few times before looking around.
"What the..." He paused and his voice raised an octive, "What the hell?" He asked. I looked at him confused as he turned around. His face went from confusion to pure shock.
"EMILY!" He yelled. He looked down to see he was naked and ripped the bed covers off. I grabbed the sheet before he snatched it.
"What the hell Dean?" I yelled at him.
"Emily? What the hell's going on? Where are we?" He asked. I felt something sneaking up on me but I couldn't remember.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said confused. He wrapped the blanket around him and stared at my face.
"Emily! You're not in real life. You're stuck in a Djinn dream." He said.
"What?" I asked my heart falling to my stomach.
"You're dreaming." He said shaking his head slowly. I opened my mouth to speak but suddenly I felt the urge to cry. What have I done? I got up with the sheet wrapped around me and ran into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and sank to the floor.
"No no no no." I whispered. I ran my hands through my hair. No this wasn't possible. I couldn't have dreamed all this. This wasn't something you can just dream about. I felt this. I could still feel it.
"Emily?" Dean asked banging on the door.
I burst into tears, covering my mouth with my hand.
"Emily! What happened?!" Dean screamed. Real Dean. Not my fake dreamed up Dean.
"Dean go away." I sobbed.
"Emily no! Open the door!" He yelled.
"No!" I sobbed. Somehow in my head I knew it was all fake but it didn't mean I didn't want it to be real. Even if my dream Dean wasn't the same person as he was now. I just wanted to stay here forever.
"Emily please." He said. I heard him sit against the door. I reached up and unlocked the door. He came in and sat down next to me wrapped up in the blanket.
"Dean I'm... I'm so confused." I whispered wiping away my tears.
"The Djinn took you yesterday... Sam and I have been looking everywhere for you." He whispered. I hid my face in the sheet shaking my head. "Did we..." He paused, "Did he and you... did..." He stopped and I looked up at him. He nodded looking at the floor after reading my eyes.
"I didn't..." I stopped.
"I know. Damn him." He whispered.
"If I realized it... I mean at first I did but then things became more clear..." I whispered.
"Clear?" He asked.
"Like I could remember memories... of days and times... it's complicated." I whispered.
"Oh." He said, "So this is your dream..." He said looking around.
"Yeah I guess." I whispered. He looked down at his hands and seen the ring but didn't say anything. I pressed my lips together.
"Do you want to go?" He asked. I looked over at him... thinking about how moments ago he was mine.
"Do I WANT to or HAVE to?" I smiled. He laughed softly and looked at me.
"Wouldn't real life be better?" He asked. I ran my fingers through my hair.
"Oh you weren't here a few minutes ago..." I said laughing.
"I wish I had." He said raising his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and shrugged.
"I'm ready." I whispered. He grabbed my hand and jerked me close to him. I held my breath shocked as he smiled and kissed me. The real Dean was kissing me... and he was better than fake Dean. Oh god...
Yoohoo! Emily, wakey wakey eggs and bakey!" I heard someone calling to me. It sounded muffled like I was underwater. Dean was gone now and everything was black around me. I struggled to breath as the air around me began to disappear. I sat up and gulped in huge breaths of air. Dean's head collided with mine just like it had minutes ago.
"FUCK!" He screamed laughing. I began to laugh at the irony.
"I'm sorry!" I said grabbing his head. Sam looked at the both of us.
"Have good dreams?" Sam asked.
"Weird dreams.." I replied.
"Really? Clowns or midgets?" He asked. I glanced over at Dean and smiled.
"Neither."
I sat in the chair next to Jen's hospital bed. She was sleeping and recovering from the starvation. She looked so frail and small in the white bed.
"Sleeping?" I heard someone ask. I turned to see Dean leaning in the doorway. I nodded and snuck away from her bedside to the hallway.
"So I guess this is goodbye?" I asked. Dean shrugged stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"I don't know honestly." Dean said.
"Meaning?" I asked.
"I don't know..." He smiled. He sighed and looked at me as I crossed my arms self conciously.
"Dean... let's be real... you'll be off saving the world and hunting the boogy man." I whispered looking down at my feet. He laughed and grabbed my arm.
"And?"
"And there's no room in a hero's life for a girl. It never ends well." I whispered.
"Oh really?" He said.
"Yes."
"Well... way to be optimistic." He whispered.
"Dean I'm just stating the facts." I said.
"No the facts are that there are things that happened between us that I didn't participate in." He said looking at me.
"Exactly."
"That means that I want to later. After things are settled between us.. .and we actually know each other." He smiled.
"In my defence I did know you... or a version of you." I said.
"I know but now it's my turn." He whispered.
"Dean..." I whispered shaking my head but he grabbed me before I left his reach. He pulled me close and kissed me sweetly.
"Emily..." He mocked me.
"I guess."I said after he kissed me again. He chuckled and kissed me again.