Where Do We Go?
Another day, another dollar, or so they say. Well I guess that saying doesn't really apply to me since I make no money in my line of work. Well the odd victim of the supernatural have offered a reward out of gratitude after I had saved their lives, but generally the knowledge that you've eliminated yet another evil entity from the Earth has usually been the only reward you would hope to receive when you are a hunter. Most days you bust your ass to save lives and nobody but yourself was even aware that there had even been a danger that existed in the area.
Today though wasn't one of those days. Instead of the excitement of fighting or tracking down any bad guys, I was stuck in deep research mode. The worst part about this job was that I had no real idea what I was actually researching. Well I knew what, or rather who I wanted to find, but I still had no clue where he was or how he got there in the first place. That meant that I had to consider a hundred different options and thoroughly research each and every one until I was convinced that it wasn't actually a viable lead, which was getting beyond frustrating to say the least.
Of course all of the would have been so much easier if Sam had of actually shown up to my house to tell me more about the day that Dean and Castiel vanished from Richard Roman Enterprises. Instead the younger Winchester up and disappeared on me as well, so I had ended up having to divide my time between researching the Leviathan killing weapon and trying to locate Sam Winchester. All of the phone numbers I had for him now just rang through to full voicemail boxes and the one place that I knew of where they liked to stay was empty. I of course enlisted Toby help to track the aliases I knew Sam had used in the past, but there had been no activity under any of those names at all since Sam and I had last spoken on the phone. I hadn't anticipated on him trying to hide from me, so I had no idea how Sam what formula Sam would use to come up with new identities to live under. Also, since he had had John Winchester as a teacher I knew that if he didn't want to be found that he would become a veritable ghost and could remain off the radar. Although if Sam was actually a ghost, I probably would have had an easier time hunting him down than I was having right now.
After three months of chasing leads on classic black Impalas that steered me towards nothing but dead ends, I finally gave up on trying to find Sam. I mean he had called ME to enlist MY help and never showed up to my place, so I should have taken the hint that maybe he didn't need me anymore, but for some reason I couldn't just leave things with him like that. Believe me, the lunacy of me chasing a person that I had avoided for months and then regretted offering him a place to stay when he had finally contacted me wasn't lost on me at all. So maybe I was being indecisive and wishy-washy, what else was new when it came to me dealing with the Winchesters?
Even though I pretty much had given up on finding Sam (because if he really needed to get a hold of me, he knew where to find me even if I wasn't at home) I still had Toby trying to do his magic to find any trace of him. With Sam theoretically off my mind, I was then able to focus my energies on unraveling the enigma of the missing hunter and angel. This is why I now found myself at the cabin the brothers had been using (partially hoping Sam would show back up here at some point) and woke up on the couch with opened books littering the floor and the couch around my legs.
When I first woke up I figured that it was just because I had gotten a proper night's sleep, but I quickly realized that that couldn't be it because it was still dark outside. Then a quick check of the time on my phone told me that it was just after midnight. Since my last check of the time before falling asleep had been at eleven at night, I knew I had only had a short nap so I figured something else must have disturbed my slumber.
I had become quite familiar with the 'normal' noises of the cabin settling at night because I had made it my new home-base for the last couple of months, so I stayed still in my spot to see if that was what had inadvertently awoken me. Just as I had suspected, that of course wasn't the case. It would have been too easy on me for the strange noise to be the cabin naturally settling under the chill of the evening because that way I could have just rolled over and fallen back to sleep so that I would be more alert in the morning for my next round of researching. No, instead I heard the undeniable scraping sound of someone trying to pick the lock on the front door. Since whomever it was that was making the noise was attempting to enter somewhat quietly in through the main entrance, I figured that they had to be human. In my mind I reasoned that any demon powerful enough to get through the wards that I had put in place along with the ones I had found here already would have been strong enough to break down the door instead of resorting to picking the lock.
But what kind human was it that was coming through my door? Friend? Foe? Or someone else? For all I knew it could have simply been a lost hunter that was wanting to borrow this shelter for the night. I knew it was common for hunters of any flavor (civilian or supernatural) to use cabins of people they didn't know if their hunt ran longer than they had anticipated or if they had somehow gotten so disoriented that they ran out of supplies and needed to call for help, but I still took precautions to hopefully conceal my presence so that I could keep my upper hand just in case that wasn't what was happening right now.
I rolled off the couch as quietly as I could to make sure that no one could see me from the window behind me in case the intruder wasn't alone. They were still struggling with the lock so I crawled over to the door and tried to keep myself as low to the floor as I could get and then I set up camp, crouched beside the door. My eyes darted to the windows that were now visible and they thankfully showed nothing but the black night outside in the forest.
As I refocused my attention on the now opening door, I realized that I was completely unarmed. I let my attention stray briefly to the coffee table where my beautiful, trusty Colt 1911 45mm still lay by a discarded book. It did me absolutely no good there right now, but then again me staring at it while an unknown person broke into the cabin wasn't exactly doing me much good either. So now what should I do? I had no weapon to intimidate them, so subduing them until I found out what their intentions were seemed like the best course of action for me to take.
Forgetting that the person stepping through the door might not be alone, I jumped up on my feet and grabbed the backpack they had slung over their right shoulder and used it to throw them to the floor. He let out a surprised grunt as he hit the floor face down and I took advantage of his startled state to pin his left hand to the floor. Since his right hand was tangled in the strap of his backpack, I didn't worry about controlling it at all while I moved to sit on the small of his back.
"…the fuck…?" I heard him mumble into the floor while I got into position.
I pulled his left hand behind his back and notice a bulge that I was going to sit down on at the small of his back. Smiling triumphantly because something was finally going my way, I pulled the gun out of his waist band and awkwardly pressed it into his back in a left handed grip.
Before I could reply to his exclamation I heard him say, "Look Buddy… I don't know who you are, but if you just leave now I'll forget this ever happened… No harm, no foul."
I scoffed loudly and pressed the barrel of the gun harder into his flesh sarcastically saying, "No harm, no foul? Are you fucking kidding me? You break into my place and then you say you won't hurt me if I just leave? Wow… You have a pair of brass ones on you Buddy… Now here's what's really going to happen. You are going to roll over… Very slowly onto your back and if you're a good little boy maybe I won't harm YOU."
I had to ease off his back a bit so that he could move. He started to try to untangle his right hand from the strap of the backpack when a thought jumped into my mind. I halted his motion by jamming the gun into the base of his skull, cautioning him, "Make sure you keep that right hand of yours visible… Wouldn't want you to do something silly like pull out another weapon or anything."
He may have scoffed or otherwise retorted to my warning, but with his face pressed into the hardwood floor it was hard to hear anything that he might be trying to say. I kept the gun flush with the back of his head, but maintained an attentive eye on the hand he was working to free. Once he had accomplished that goal, he shoved the bag away to prove that his hand was still empty and that he wasn't going to try to pull one out of the bag. I then stood up, maintaining a two handed grip on the pistol with my legs a shoulder width apart while he slowly rolled onto his back.
When his face was revealed, I had to force myself not to react which caused him to smirk at me in return. He kept his hands by his head with his palms facing me as he chuckled and said, "Shit… Lay, I didn't recognize your voice."
It moved to sit up but I kicked out its left hand that it was using to balance itself then said, "I didn't tell you that you could move." It glared up at me from where it was once again laying down on the ground but it didn't try to move again. I'm sure the throbbing in its head was surviving as a nice reminder about who it was that had the upper-hand right now. "Okay, so I'm thinking that you can change into another face and then you and I can have a nice little chat about why you decided to disturb my sleep by breaking into my cabin tonight."
It considered my offer with a scowl on its face and then it laughed at me. The full throated chuckle issuing from him grated against my nerves and it took all of my will power not to pull the trigger right then and there. Sure it was unlikely that a shape shifter would be carrying a firearm loaded with silver bullets (hell my own Colt was housing lead rounds right now) but no matter what metal the bullet was made of, I knew it would hurt the smug bastard even if they wouldn't kill him, which would suit me just fine.
The expression on my face turned colder by the second which caused its face to drop as well. It started to actually look somewhat concerned, but not quite afraid of me as it said, "Lay I… I'm not a shifter."
"Well you sure as shit aren't a demon because I put those wards down myself… So…? What are you then?"
"Lay…" It replied with a soft smile. "Lay I swear, I'm… I'm me."
"Nope… Wrong answer… Try again," I countered while cocking the hammer back with my thumbs.
"Whoa… WHOA… Hey let's not do anything rash… I can prove to you that I'm human," it protested waving its hands back and forth frantically over its face. "Okay why don't you put my gun down so that you can pull out that nifty knife of yours that I know you must have on you somewhere? Like…? Maybe on your left wrist?"
My knife? Shit! How could I have forgotten it? I thought to myself as an unconscious blush spread across my cheeks. I then eased the hammer back into place as I responded, "Fine… Yeah that sounds reasonable enough." As I started to reach over its body to place the gun beside mine on the coffee table, I paused with my chest over its face to look down at it adding, "Don't even think of trying to move… Mine has silver bullets and that'll kill you even if you aren't a shifter." Okay so that last part was a lie, but if he believed it then maybe he would behave.
It pressed the backs of its hands to the floor as if to say 'Not going anywhere' and I completed my movement to place the pistol on the table. Once I was standing up again I stared down at it to analyze its face for moment. It looked vaguely amused which didn't seem completely out of place for Dean Winchester, but then again I had to keep in mind that any creature that could mold itself to look like someone also seemed to be able to download their memories as well so the fact that it could mimic his facial expression told me nothing of value.
Its face didn't change, although it seemed to take some effort on its part, as I bent over to lift my right pant leg.
"Your right boot?" It questioned with a surprised laugh. "Really?"
My jaw clenched as I answered through gritted teeth, "Not that I owe you any sort of explanation, but it only seemed right since I'm using his knife sheath."
"Oh?" It nearly gasped quietly in disbelief as its eyebrows raised in surprise. "Umm… Can I make one small request?"
Although I had the knife out of my boot, I was still bet at the waist as I turned my eyes to look at its face. It seemed to take that movement as an affirmative response because it then asked, "Could I maybe sit up while we do the rest of this? The floor is kind of uncomfortable."
"Oh…" I replied feeling slightly embarrassed. "Uh… Yeah… Sure… Why not? Just… Umm… Don't move too fast."
Its amused grin widened at my flustered state as it slowly eased itself into a sitting position. Once it was comfortable by resting on its hands that were on the floor behind its back, it raised a suggestive eyebrow and I felt my heart skip a beat. Then I noticed where I was standing. I was still standing over its legs and my blush started to darken when I realized that if it had remained sitting straight up, its face would have been precariously close to a very intimate part of my body.
"Shit…" I mumbled as I tripped over its legs to stand by one of its sides.
In my haste to move into a less compromising position, I tripped and nearly fell into the coffee table, but it grabbed my arm to help to steady me. "Hey easy there," it teased as it dropped its hand away from my arm.
I smiled uneasily and just nodded my head slightly to show my appreciation. Its amused smirk faltered slightly at my continued nervousness and it nearly raised a hand to comfort me, but something on my face caused it to stop and drop its hand back to its lap. I then raised a shaking hand towards it to give it the knife that it had requested hilt first.
It stood slowly and raised its right hand to claim the hilt but it didn't move to pull the knife away from my hand until it had steadied my now shaking hand with its other hand. It tried to make painfully direct eye contact with me so I made sure to divert my eyes to our hands to watch the blade leave my grasp. After it had claimed the knife, it let its left hand linger on my right hand for a moment. I tried to keep my breathing even, but my heart was racing so badly with the anticipation of finding out the truth that I was having a hard time maintaining my composure.
"We're only testing my humanity… I didn't want you cutting yourself unnecessarily," it explained in a soft, almost concerned tone.
I nodded with my eyes still on its hands before I forced myself to raise my gaze to its face. I let out a stuttering breath that was dangerously close to sounding like a sob to which it quirked a questioning eyebrow.
"Not a demon," I whispered jutting my chin towards its fingers that were now tightly wrapped around the iron hilt of my knife.
It looked down to where my eyes were looking and let out an uncomfortable chuckle repeating, "Not a demon."
The sleeves of its flannel shirt were already rolled up past its elbows so it extended its left arm out and away from its body and then it started to press the edge of the knife close to its left elbow. Suddenly my right hand shot out to stop it from cutting itself there and then it moved its confused eyes to look at my face without trying to fight my hold on its right hand.
As it opened its mouth to speak, I said in a soft, serene voice, "The blade just had to touch your blood, so you don't have to risk slicing an artery or anything." I wasn't sure if trying to use the same joke Dean had used with me would work or not, but for some reason I couldn't stop myself. It remained silent with a confused look on its face, so I moved the knife towards its left hand explaining, "If you slice yourself here I can fix it with just a Band-Aid… And it will hurt less while still doing the trick."
The corners of its lips twitched in a half smile and it only gave a soft nod in answer to my proposal before we both turned our attention to the knife's blade. It was quick and efficient with its strike against the pad of its left middle finger. Just as I had hoped, there was no reaction between the silver of the blade and his blood. To emphasis his humanity to me, he squeezed the sides of his fingers until a bubble of red blood oozed out of the cut and drizzled down the length of his finger.
"Dean?" I questioned through tears that had started spilling down my cheeks without my noticing that I had gotten that emotional.
He smiled at me because of my awed tone around his finger that he had in his mouth. I couldn't help but laugh at how innocent and child-like the gesture in order for him to alleviate some of the pain in his finger. He kept the bleeding digit between his lips and frowned slightly as he reached out a hand and brushed some of the tears from my left cheek and chin.
"How?" I blurted out before he could voice any of his thoughts. "Where…? How…? When…?" I choked slightly after each word and found that I wasn't actually able to complete any of my racing thoughts out loud.
Dean smiled again, this time without his injured finger in his mouth. The look on his face told me he thought that it was oh so terribly cute that he could get me that flustered and that easily, so I instinctively felt like I couldn't allow him to keep this upper-hand. He raised his uninjured hand to my cheek once again and then ran it towards the back of my head. Once he had my head cradled in his hand, he opened his mouth to speak, but before a word could spill from his lips, I lunged forward and silenced him with a mildly painful kiss.
I felt Dean's hand convulse around my hair a second before he returned my kiss with almost the same amount of enthusiasm. The fingers of his right hand combed through my hair before his hand came to rest on the side of my neck. The ferocity of our embraces lessened slightly but we both maintained some level of intensity that Dean tried to capitalize on by pulling me closer to his body, but I flinched violently away from him and then I stepped back and away while hissing out a breath.
"L-lay?" He questioned through a worried stutter.
I avoided making eye contact as I raised my right hand to show him my fresh cut and attempted to joke my way out of this uncomfortable situation saying, "I thought we were only testing your humanity."
Apparently sarcasm doesn't clearly come through when your voice is thick with tears because I noticed that the color instantly drained form Dean's face. With a wide-eyed terrified look in his eye, Dean grabbed my hand a little too roughly in his hast to further inspect the damage that he had inadvertently inflicted on me.
"Shit… Lay… You HAVE to believe me… I did NOT mean for this to happen. I really didn't…" He replied before kissing the back of my hand over the cut.
I just stared at the spot of my blood on his bottom lip for a breath but for some reason I didn't try to remove my hand from his grasp or to say anything to him at all. Dean then tugged my hand to lead me to a chair at the kitchen table where he forced me to take a seat without saying another word.
As he turned his back on me, I finally called out in a dazed state, "Dean?" When he turned back around to face me, my clarity started to finally return. "My first-aid kit is right over here."
He nodded a little too quickly before sprinting over to it. I kept my hand wrapped in the bottom of my shirt while I watched him, but I refrained from speaking. I hadn't expected him to get so panic-stricken about an innocent accident, so I was hoping that there was something else that was going in the back of his mind.
Dean sat down on a chair to my right and I had to swivel around in my seat so that I didn't have my back facing him. He had a few supplies already laid out on the table. I held in a sigh when I noticed that some of the items he had taken out of the kit had small smears of blood on it because he had completely forgotten about his own injury when he had seen the damage he had done to me.
He flinched as if I had burned him when I reached for his hand prompting me to quietly say, "You're still bleeding, so why don't we fix you up first?"
I kept my eyes on his left hand until Dean's eyes moved to look at it too. He mumbled something to himself and then he opened an alcohol swab to clean off some of the excess blood from his hand. While he was doing that I tried to open a Band-Aid with my one good hand but Dean as quick to pluck it from my hand.
"I've got this Lay, you just focus on keeping pressure on that cut, okay?" I nodded and wrapped the bottom of my shirt tightly around my hand once again. Since I hadn't replied verbally, Dean worried that I hadn't complied with his direction and anxiously said, "Lay, look… Oh… Okay, good… Good… I'm almost done here."
Once his cut was covered, Dean gently extracted my hand from under my shirt and placed it on a rag on the table. The cut wasn't really all that long, but the tip of the knife had penetrated quite deeply so the blood continued to flow freely. Instead of using an alcohol swab on it like he had on himself, Dean poured a generous amount of hydrogen peroxide over my hand. I hissed again at the contact of the clear liquid and squirmed slight as it bubbled up rapidly over the wound.
"Does that hurt?" Dean questioned with a faint chuckle.
I shook my head replying, "No… Well no more than it usually does, but it catches me off guard every single time. It's fine… Honest."
"Sorry," he apologized quietly while he got to work threading a needle to stitch my hand. I thought that that might be a little extreme for the minor cut, but if he was willing to take the time, I was more than happy to let him take special care of me. "I'll try to make this quick."
"Okay," I whispered. He kept his gaze on the task at hand so I swallowed some of my shyness to more clearly state, "You could help me keep my mind off the pain by talking to me." Dean flinched again before his whole body slumped over slightly. He looked so dejected that I nearly started crying again, but I suppressed my tears and turned his face by his chin to face me so that I could softly ask, "Why don't you tell me about what really happened with Dick Roman? And… Umm… And about where you were hiding for the last year?"
Dean let out a genuine, yet sardonic laugh before replying, "Well the holy bone covered in blood worked like a charm… Ding dong the Dick is dead…"
By this point he had finished stitching my hand and was gently placing a bandage on top of his handiwork to protect it from the elements. I figured that once he was finished tending to my wound that he would continue answering my questions, but he instead turned his attention to cleaning up the supplies he had strewn across the table top.
I opened my mouth to ask him to please finish his thought and to tell me everything that had happened when a horrific thought struck me mute. What if Sam hadn't made it to my house because he didn't need my help finding his brother anymore? Had I spent the past year trying to find someone who wasn't actually lost? Had I just spent a year chasing after a man that I had vowed was no longer an integral player in my life to have him evade me without even trying? Or had he worked at keeping me from finding him and now he was just humoring me?
I could feel my heart rate and breathing starting to match the rapid speed of my thoughts so I turned away from Dean before I stated to hyperventilate. My head started out being held in my hands but all that did was turn my quick, shallow intakes of breath into hiccups that were threatening to become choking sobs. How could I have been so dumb when I had tried so hard to be so guarded when it came to matters of the heart, especially when it came to Dean Winchester?
I was still gasping in my breaths uncomfortably fast when I lifted my head to look into his face and answer him. Somewhat to my surprise I was met with the same terrified look in a pair of green eyes that I had been met with whenever Toby tried to comfort me during a breakdown. The look appeared to be so sincere that I cocked my head to one side while I tried to scrutinize it more in depth to find out if my initial suspicions had been true or not.
My hiccups started to settle under the weight of my uncertainty which made moving and speaking that much easier. Dean was now kneeling in front of me so I raised my right hand to touch the side of his face as I hoarsely asked, "Where…? Where have you been…? All year?" His left covered mine on his face in an almost automatic fashion and his eyes darted away to stare at a spot on the floor. My left hand glued itself to his right cheek to move his head in the hopes to reestablish eye contact as I tearfully asked, "Please Dean? I… I promise that I won't get mad, but I just… We've been… Please I just really need to know… I've been… We've been… Please?"
There must have been something in my voice that showed my utter desperation because Dean's eyes quickly found mine again. He held both of my hands against his cheeks and then he closed his eyes and whispered, "Purgatory."
His hands squeezed my fingers but his eyes remained closed as I stared at him blankly and said the only thing that came to mind, "What?"
Dean's eyes opened almost reluctantly slow. Normally I would have tried to school my face so that I could hide how I was truly feeling until I could use it to my advantage, but right now I just let my thoughts and feelings show nakedly on my face. Dean and I were stubborn enough that this back and forth could have gone on forever, but I really needed answers right now. After a year of searching and just a couple of minutes of fearing the worst, I desperately needed to know the truth. No matter how hurtful or ugly it might be in the end I just wanted to know what actually happened so that I could put this all behind me, if that's what I was needing to do.
Dean raised a bent finger to my cheek to capture a tear. We both watched it drip from Dean's for-finger to the floor as he repeated, "Purgatory… When I stabbed Dick in the neck, I somehow ended up in Purgatory."
I stared at him for a breath and then whispered, "Holy shit." Dean immediately gave me a knowing smile and before he could make any of his patented smug replies, I more calmly asked, "What about Cas? He's been missing ever since then too… Did…? Did you see him there?"
Dean nodded with his eyes squeezed closed. I expected that that would be his only response but much to my surprise he swallowed thickly and said, "Yeah."
After that painful answer I sighed then moved to pull him into a hug. I had no idea what Purgatory could have been like but whatever I could have come up with was most likely less painful than anything that he had had to live through this go around. Although I wanted to probe deeper into what Dean had seen or the truth behind his answer, for some reason right now all I felt like I should be doing was to hold him to try to give him comfort. As such my hands started to run up and down his back of their own accord and I remained silent as tears started to fall from my eyes again.
Dean had raised himself higher up on his knees when I had initially tried to hug him so that it would be easier for me to embrace him, but his arms remained relatively limp around my waist. I turned my face to his neck and placed a strong kiss against it causing him to jump slightly in my arms.
"Shit," I cursed under my breath as I had his face in my hands. Dean gave me a questioning look to which I coughed out a laugh before replying with an easier, more natural tease, "Hell… Then Heaven and now Purgatory? Damn Winchester what haven't you conquered?"
A sob escaped my lips at the end of my question causing Dean's face to crumble into a frown as he said, "Lay… I… I've…"
I reclaimed his lips with mine to silence his reply because that wasn't what I needed to hear from him right now. "Shh…" I said instead. "All that matters is that you're here. The rest can wait, okay?"
"Okay," Dean agreed before surging up on his knees to kiss me deeply. While we continued to try to dominate the embrace, Dean gripped the hem of my shirt and he tried to guide it off of my torso. When I halted his action Dean moved his lips to my ear and whispered, "If we don't soak this soon then the blood will set in as a nasty stain."
"Oh," I sight dejectedly while thinking how silly it was for me to take such a practical movement so suggestively. I pushed my chair back as far as I could get it in this confined space so that I could stand up and away from Dean. "You're right; I should soak my shirt in cold water A.S.A.P. Thanks… Uhh… Thanks for reminding me… I should…"
Dean stepped forward and crowded my personal space with a comfortable ease. He then ran his hands under my shirt along the skin of my abdomen until he cupped one of my bra covered breasts causing me to gasp as he leaned in and whispered, "I would be more than happy to help you out of these bloody clothes."
"Please…" I nearly sobbed out as a plea giving into Dean's double entendre.
The instant that he heard my reply, Dean kissed me again with an amorous ferocity. When he felt me try to keep my lips and tongue moving at the same speed as his own, Dean's hands move to my thighs to pick me up off of the ground. I took the hint quickly and wrapped my legs around his waist so that he could carry me while we both managed not to interrupt the passionate kiss that he had initiated.
When Dean's knees hit the side of the bed, he finally relinquished his claim on my mouth in order to let my body fall back onto the mattress. I let out a surprised yet aroused chuckled at being thrown down onto the bed but made no attempts to move without Dean's directing me to do so. He in turn let out a breathy laugh and just stared down at me as he shed his outer flannel shirt and let it fall to the floor.
I laid there on the bed practically panting in anticipation while I watched Dean undress his top half. When he reached for his belt he stopped and quirked an eyebrow in my direction, as if to ask me when I was going to join the program and start removing my clothes. Although I was enjoying watching Dean strip for me, I quickly threw my shirt to the floor and my bra rapidly followed it. I don't actually remember how I got out of my jeans as speedily as I did, but the next thing that I knew I had a fully naked Dean Winchester laying on top of me as he kissed up my naked chest to my neck and right cheek.
My hands moved to Dean's hair so that I could massage his scalp as I answered through bated breath, "Tried my best to find you… Too many places to look… Missed you so…"
Dean reclaimed my lips in a couple of bruising kisses and then said, "We can talk later, right now…"
"Make love to me Dean," I interrupted with a new onslaught of tears spilling down my cheeks.
He kissed each of my moist cheeks before he replied, "My thoughts exactly."
I woke up to the sun shining on my face and someone behind me shaking my shoulder gently. I was a bit disoriented at first but when I felt that I wasn't alone on the bed I flipped over quickly to see who it was. Dean gave me an uneasy smile and I couldn't help but chuckle softly at the tousled look of his hair. Even though he kept it quite short it always amazed me how he could still get the worst bed-head I had ever seen on a man. I then unconsciously moved a hand towards my hair wondering how bad my own mane must have looked after our activities the night before. But that thought soon got chased away by the overwhelming sense of relief that filled my heart at seeing Dean in the flesh. Last night wasn't a dream even though the ecstasy I had felt under Dean's embraces and caresses had felt completely unreal.
I leaned up to give Dean a good morning kiss, but was halted by him passing me my cell phone. I had to set up to more easily claim my phone and I was made completely oblivious of my nakedness by the somewhat guilty look on Dean's face.
"Sorry," he whispered with his hand over the microphone on the cell. "I thought it was mine."
I blushed unconsciously because I knew why he had made such a mistake. It was silly but I had set my ring tone to the same one he had used in a strange fit of nostalgia while I was researching one day. I slowly placed my hand over his to take my phone and the instant he could tell that I had a hold of it he recoiled away from me.
As I moved my phone up to my ear I gave Dean a questioning look but he didn't notice it because he was moving off of the bed in search of his underwear. I almost called out to him but stopped when I heard, "I'm SO sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you when you're… Seriously Addy I didn't mean to interrupt!"
While I listened to the apology I watched Dean as he snatched up his boxer-briefs off of the floor almost angrily. He was shaking his head and mumbling to himself as he moved. I couldn't quite make out everything that he was saying but I did catch the odd 'so stupid' and 'of course she moved on'. I then looked at my phone and barked out a quick laugh when I realized what must have happened.
"Shit," I sighed out mostly to myself. "I guess that it has been a while… Hey can you hold on a second?"
"Sure?" The voice on the phone answered sounding unsure.
After covering the microphone on my Blackberry Bold, I called out in a hushed yell, "Dean! Dean! Come back here… Please?" He gave me a wounded look of uncertainty, so I leaned up against the headboard and patted the empty spot beside me quietly pleading, "Pretty please?"
He took but a second to silently contemplate his options. He then dropped his boxers where he found them and then he slipped back under the covers still completely nude. I leaned over to peck his cheek to show him my appreciation at his showing that he still had some trust in me. He still looked weary but there was the slightest glimmer of hope in his eyes so I continued with my plan with the utmost confidence that it was right.
After switching on my phone's speaker phone option, I laughed once again then said, "I can't believe that it's been so long that this could become so awkward between the three of us."
"What?" "What?" They both said at the same time.
"Buddy," I answered with a chuckle. ""Why don't you say a proper 'hello' to Dean?"
"WHAT?!" Toby exclaimed excitedly. "Seriously? That was really Dean?!"
Dean actually let out a beautifully masculine laugh and then he answered, "Yeah Little Man it's really me… Although by the sound of your voice I'm thinking you aren't so little anymore."
"No," Toby replied sounding somewhat embarrassed. "Addy says the same thing too all of the time… Well at least she started to once she had to look up at me to look me in the eye."
He and Dean shared a laugh at my expense and I almost admonished them but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to do it. Dean had a genuinely happy smile on his face and I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that. Even if I was going to be the butt of their jokes like I had been in the past, I could live with it if they both sounded this content.
"But how…? Where…? We tried everything we could think of and still couldn't find you…"
Dean looked over at me and grinned fondly because Toby sounded so much like I had right now. His eyes lingered momentarily on my chest which caused me to become acutely aware of my nakedness. It was ridiculous and silly but for some reason it felt wrong for me to have a conversation with anyone (except for Dean), even on the phone, unless I was fully clothed. Dean knew that and when he saw my blush spread from my cheeks to my chest, he gave me a sympathetic smile and a comforting squeeze on my thigh through the blankets on the bed.
"Well Toby it's kind of a long story… And I'm kind of beat from having to hike here to the cabin… Would it be okay if I told you all about it later?"
"Oh! Right! I woke you guys up!" Toby answered with an amused edge to his voice. "Right… Yeah of course your story can wait for another time… But Addy…?"
Dean looked at me expectantly and when I didn't reply he squeezed my thigh once again.
"What…? Oh… Me! Right… Right. What's up Toby?" I finally asked through my daze.
He chuckled softly then answered, "I know it's really early there but I have something really important to tell YOU."
Toby's emphasis on the word 'you' was kind of strange, but I just shot Dean an apologetic look as I took my phone off speaker phone. As I raised my phone to my ear, I twisted at the waist so that my back was facing him to further ensure our privacy.
"Okay Tobs it's just you and me, so what's up?" I gasped in a breath when he told me his news. "You're sure? Really…? Alright that's great… Thanks for letting me know… Love you too and I promise I'll call you later today."
After I had ended my call I placed my phone on the table beside my side of the bed. When I turned back to look at Dean he simply asked, "So?"
"So…" I started as I moved to sit on his lap. "I fell asleep naked for the night… I NEVER do that."
He moved his head slowly from side to side to mirror my head's motion saying, "No you never do that."
I ran my hands up his chest and then leaned in closely to say against his ear, "Like Toby said, it's still really early so we should try to get some more sleep… But I might need some help since I'm not feeling particularly sleepy right now and I've never like sleeping naked with anyone…"
Dean maneuvered himself under the blankets so that he could reconnect our bodies as he whispered, "I think I can help you with that."
He then thrust his hips up with so much force that I had to grip the headboard tightly to keep myself from being unseated from his lap inadvertently. At first I let him do most of the work because I was still so amazed that Dean was here, in my arms, in my bed making love to me like only he could. He nipped me playfully on the skin of my chest between my breasts to bring me out of my haze and then I started to move in a complimentary motion with an excited sense of purpose.
I screamed my pleasure, thankful that the nearest cabin or signs of life were miles away from where we were right now. Dean started to laugh but it quickly turned into an excited grunt against the flesh of my chest. In his overly aroused state Dean bit the inside of my left breast hard enough to cause me to cry out once again. When we both started to come down from our highs, he licked his bite to ease some of the sting. I then slumped in his lap to kiss his lips before we both laid back down on the bed.
Dean pressed his chest against my back as we got comfortable on our sides and quietly asked against my ear, "What did Toby have to tell you that was so top secret?"
I wriggled back against him and sighed contentedly which he thought was going to be my only response since I seemed to be in such a blissed out daze. He squeezed his arms tightly around me before he relaxed against my back to try to fall asleep but he didn't say anything else that he desperately wanted to get out right now.
Our breathing evened out and easily fell into synch but before either of us drifted off to sleep, I whispered, "He finally found Sam."
A/N:
So I can't get Addy out of my head and here's where her story with Dean and Toby took me. Unfortunately I think I'll be slow to update this story but it's still there in the back of my mind and for some reason I can't stop. Hope you enjoy!