Just a little something I came up with...please review :)
It's Rated T but if you think for any reason it should be Rated M I will change it. Also, if you want me to turn this into a multi-chapter story, I will.
I stared in disgust at my reflection. I was going to hell. All the good I had done, all the sacrifices I had made throughout my life for the 'greater good', were now for nothing. Because I had just committed the ultimate sin. Well one of the ultimate sins. And I was going to hell. I had just damned myself.
I swallowed and grimaced at the small bruises along my collar bone. God. There were about twenty. That and the fact it hurt to walk told me we had one hell of a night last night. The glow I was emanating didn't help my situation either. My cheeks were flushed, my blue eyes were brighter, and I was practically glowing. You wouldn't think I was hung over. I sure as hell didn't look like I had drunk a whole freaking bar last night. I looked like I had just had mind blowing sex. And I was going to hell for it.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. I wanted to stay in this bathroom forever. I never wanted to leave. I couldn't face the man asleep in the bed outside. I didn't want to. I had no good excuse for what happened. I've been drunk before, numerous times, and nothing like this has ever happened. I had no excuse. That's what I hated. That and the fact a part of me liked what happened.
I opened my eyes and stared into the mirror for another minute before I walked to the shower and turned on the water to hot. I felt dirty. I needed to be clean. Hopefully a long, hot shower would clear my head. Hopefully after my shower all of this would disappear. Hopefully.
I was wrong. My nerves went crazy as I walked out of the bathroom, and saw Dean up and dressed, talking to Sam about another case. But then he looked over and our eyes met and I knew. His facial expression was unreadable, he didn't look hung over or freaking about last night he was actually acting like last night never happened. For a split second I actually thought he didn't remember but one look in his eyes and I knew. He remembered. Everything. Every touch. Every kiss. Every word said. He remembered. I could see it in his eyes. And it was oh so awkward and tense. After about ten seconds of awkward staring, Sam cleared his throat interrupting our 'moment'. I wanted to thank him but a small part of me wanted to smack him.
Dean on the other hand looked relieved that Sam had interrupted. He swallowed and taking small steps back to the door, told Sam. "So… why don't you stay with Jackie while I go check it out." Sam frowned and opened his mouth to protest but it was no use. Dean was already out the door.
Sam turned to me but I quickly retreated back to the bathroom. He was avoiding me. Which was a good thing...I sat on the toilet seat and soon tears fell. Nothing would ever be the same. Last night had ruined everything. Because I, Jackie Winchester, had slept with my older brother, Dean Winchester.
