Hey! Thanks so much for the reviews, I really appreciate it Sorry I got the age messed up, I've switched and continued it under the assumption that Sam is in Grade eight. Hopefully it's not too confusing, I'll try to get my facts strait next time I start a story! I hope you guys like this chapter, if you feel that the story is going nowhere please tell me so I can focus on something else. Reviews are love
Dean couldn't see what was going on but the sound was unmistakable. The controlled breathing and the crack of bone as fist connected with face. The controlled breathing meant an experienced fighter, like Sam. And the bone breaking was just damn worrying. Dean turned sharply toward the source of the sound. The sight that met his eyes made his blood boil.
Sam had swiftly and effortlessly taken down three of the boys but six to one weren't the kind of odds you usually want. While aiming a hard, controlled punch at one boy, another had got him in a headlock from behind. One of the guys he had previously floored was groaning loudly but it didn't stop him from kicking wildly at Sam's stomach. Sam had learned to fight through the pain, but he had just got stitches there last week, while hunting a wendigo with Dean and his father. Sam's struggles became more futile and weak as the pain coursed through him making red spots cloud his vision. He became increasingly light-headed, and the last thing he heard before he blacked out was the crunch of bone as Dean's fists connected with his attackers faces.
Tracy was frozen in place, stunned by what she saw. Dean had swiftly moved into the little fight scene and expertly aimed a quick succession of punches putting all the young attackers out cold. I mean sure they were only in grade 8 but there were six of them and Dean had moved with confidence and skill. Tracy was suddenly reminded of her father, the way his presence made everything ok. She could see that that was what Dean was to his little brother. Tracy was shamefully thinking about sex while watching him. She had always been the stronger, risk-taking one in any relationship she had ever had. With her basic fighting training she knew how to disable any attacker with a well-aimed punch or kick. But she realized, watching Dean check Sam's eyes for a concussion, that Dean was much stronger and skilled than she was. If Dean tried to attack her she would not stand a chance. It made her feel uncertain and sort of excited at the same time. She realized that she wouldn't mind being the damsel in distress maybe once or twice, if Dean were the one to save her. While contemplating all this, she didn't miss the fact that although Sam hadn't beaten them all, he sure as hell had put up a good fight, taking down four of them before they got to him. Most kids his age would not have been able to floor one of these regular bullies. Tracy wondered what was up with these Winchester boys. They were a mystery that she couldn't wait to solve.
Dean gave Sam a concerned once over, to see what the damage was. Sam was stirring slightly and his eyes flickered open. Dean tested for a concussion, but Sam seemed to have gotten off lightly. The one thing Dean was worried about was Sam's stomach. A couple of the stitches had come undone, and a trickle of blood was slowly soaking its way through his shirt. Dean took a deep breath, to calm his growing sense of guilt. Sammy had gotten hurt. Dean should have been there to protect him before his younger brother had taken any punches. He heard Tracy's hurried footsteps come from behind him and he spun around to face her.
" Holy shit, is he OK?" Tracy asked nervously biting her lip, and bending down to check Sam's injuries.
" Uh, yeah" Dean began, hoping she didn't notice all Sam's older hunting scars and bruises. " Sam just ripped a couple' a stitches he got in a biking accident last week."
Despite Dean's worried state of mind, he could help but get a little turned on when Tracy bit her lip that way. Goddamn she was beautiful. Dean gently picked up Sam and put him in the backseat of the impala. He threw Tracy a couple of towels he had in the back seat for such situations.
" Hey Trace, do you think you could press these against the wound, while I drive Sam over back to the motel were staying at?" Dean questioned, " I'm an idiot, and I forgot to throw my medical shit in the trunk."
Tracy readily agreed, although she idly wondered why Dean would need to have medical shit In the back of his car. It wasn't as if people went around getting serious injuries everyday… excluding her father, of course.
When they arrived at the motel Tracy was curious to only find two beds and only a couple of duffle bags for possessions.
" This is where you live?" Tracy asked surprised, and a little jealous. She wished her life were so simple that she could pack it away in a duffle bag, through it in the back seat of her Buick, and drive away into the blue.
Dean laughed, having regained his composure now that he had fixed Sam's stitches, and decided that he was going to be ok.
" Yup, the glamorous life of the Winchester boys, we could give the Hiltons a run for their money." Dean smiled, no hint of resentment to their situation evident in his voice.
Tracy chuckled softly, feeling more at ease with Dean than she felt in her own home. Well as at ease as one could feel, while standing in close proximity to Dean Winchester ;)
" Seriously though, what about you're parents?" Tracy questioned, marvelling at Dean comfortableness in calling a sleazy motel room home with no shame whatsoever. If Tracy didn't know it before, she knew it now. After no more than a couple of hours with him She was falling fast and hard for Dean Winchester.
Dean's smile tightened a little bit, although his eyes remained friendly and open.
" My dad's away on a…business trip, and my mom passed away a long time ago." Dean's words were said with a twinge of sadness.
Tracy instantly felt bad for causing that look in his eyes, so she decided to lighten the mood. She raised one eyebrow provocatively.
" So all alone, in this motel room, I can't imagine what you get up too Winchester" Tracy smiled a playful tone in her voice.
" Oh, you don't have to imagine sweetheart " Dean replied, a smirk sliding slowly across his features as he closed the space in between them.
There was barely an inch in between them and Dean's gaze met hers, clearly the need she had been feeling for him was not unrequited. He lightly traced his fingers over her hips, and Tracy's skin burned where he had touched. Tracy grabbed his face and roughly pressed her lips into his, everything except him momentarily forgotten. He kissed her back, and she twisted her fingers in his hair trying to pull him even closer to her. Never in all her random hook-ups had she felt such instant attraction to a man. She moaned softly as his tongue entered her mouth. She was so lost in him, she barely heard Sam clear his throat. But Dean did. He reluctantly pulled away from her and focused his attention on his little brother.
" Hey there Sammy, your awake." Dean said calmly although his breath still came out ragged.
" I wish I wasn't" groaned Sam, " It's nice to know that if I ever get hurt again I'll always have my big brother paying such close attention to me" he continued sarcastically.
Tracy shifted uncomfortably but Dean just laughed softly and ruffled Sam's hair.
" Nice moves Sam, You had four of them down before I even got there, they weren't out cold of course…. But I didn't mind finishing that off for you" Dean smirked satisfied.
"Yeah, thanks for that Dean, really" Sam said sincerely.
It was Dean's turn to look uncomfortable. Obviously he wasn't an emotional kind of guy. " Uh, sure no problem" Dean said awkwardly.
Tracy cleared her throat quietly, but Dean and Sam both heard and turned to face her.
" Well I'm happy you're OK Sam, I better get going" Tracy said shifting her glance toward dean and smiling slowly. Dean winked at her.
"See you around Trace" He replied in his usual irresistible manner.
Tracy walked outside; suddenly realizing with a groan her car was in the school parking lot. She knew that it wasn't that far of a walk back, so she decided to walk rather than go back to ask Dean for a ride. She knew he would give her one and that he didn't intentionally leave her stranded, he was just worried about his brother. She sort of liked him more for it, Tracy thought, smiling just thinking about him. She didn't ever get this way about a guy it just wasn't like her. There was just something about Dean Winchester.
Note: So what do you guys think? Any good? Should I continue?
