Let Me Be Yours

Some people might have noticed I took down my other Supernatural fic. The simple reason is because my mind was just too full of ideas for season five and I was barely in season four. I wasn't getting the reviews I wanted to keep moving so I decided to do this instead.

"...what do you believe?" Dean asked.

"I think God is still alive." Castiel replied.

"Then go look for him." Dean said.

Alice tried for a few seconds to block out the voices before it all ended up making sense. She blinked her eyes open and looked around the back seat of the Impala. When did she fall asleep?

"How are you?" Castiel asked. Alice looked at him then see that he was directing his question at Dean.

"I can't believe it but...I'm good." Dean said. "Really good."

"Even without your brother?" Castiel asked.

"Especially without him." Dean said. "I had more fun with you in the past 24 hours than I've had with Sam in years. And you're not that much fun." He sighed and Alice tilted her head to the side to look at his face better. She had to admit he was handsome. Gorgeous. Something about him was just different from other men she'd seen over the years. "Funny, I've been so chained to my family. But now that I'm alone..."

"Not quite." Castiel said, suddenly turning his eyes to Alice. She sat straight up instantly.

"Well..." Dean said, glancing in the rear view mirror. "I'm sure I can manage with her. Better then..." he stopped as he looked over to the passenger seat, only to find it empty. Alice fidgeted slightly then leaned forward between the front seats to get a better look at the hunter. "What?"

"I think it's pretty clear." Alice said. As the car stopped at a red light, she climbed up to the front seat in such a manner that Dean instantly thought of a cat. He stared at her until she pointed out that the light was green and they started rolling again. "I would like to stay."

"Stay?" Dean asked.

"With you...around...helping." Alice said.

"I thought you said you needed help." Dean said.

"I do." Alice said. "But I like to help as well." She pulled her hair from the ponytail and tucked it behind her ears. "And me helping you let's you help me."

"How?" Dean asked.

"It's...complicated." Alice said. "It gives me a headache thinking about it and I understand it now. It'll kill your brain."

"My brain is already fried." Dean muttered. Alice glanced over at him but he didn't say anything else on the topic. "Where are you staying now then? Gotta pick up any stuff?"

"Umm...well...not really." Alice said. "I just sorta...stole these clothes from a girl at the place." Dean raised an eyebrow at her. "Okay so a couple of girls. Obviously not gonna be another girl easily found out there with my sort of taste."

"Which is what? Purples and blues?" Dean asked.

"Yep." Alice said. Dean shook his head slightly. Alice grinned at the look on his face. "I know I'm a freak, you don't have to stop yourself saying it."

"Freak wasn't exactly the word I was looking for." Dean said, a slight smile on his face.

"Well whatever." Alice said. "I know what I am and I'm proud."

"Now I'm thinking freak." Dean said. Alice laughed. They pulled up to a motel and got out. "So I guess you're gonna want to share a room."

"Two beds." Alice said, holding up two fingers and wiggling them.

"Suit yourself." Dean said, a joking tone in his voice. Alice stretched her arms over her head as Dean went to get them a room. She scratched an itchy spot on her ear as she looked around the parking lot. There were several other cars around and she vaguely wondered what it must have been like to work the night shift at a motel if no one came in for a room.

Alice's mind was thinking about the different ways to shut up a cricket when Dean returned. She watched him take his stuff out of the impala then followed him to their room.

"Pretty." Alice muttered, looking around the room. It wasn't the worst motel she'd been in but it wasn't exactly the best either. At least everything seemed to work. Scratching her nose, she peeked into the bathroom before slipping in and closing the door behind her.

Dean raised an eyebrow when he heard the shower start. Shaking his head, he pulled off his coat and let it hang over the back of a chair. He lied down on one of the beds and closed his eyes. Instead of falling asleep, he started imagining Alice, naked in the shower with water falling onto her body. That purple streak of hair clinging to her chest. Groaning, the hunter opened his eyes and located the remote control to use television as a distraction. It only took ten minutes before he started squirming.

"Damn it...I gotta pee." Dean muttered. He looked over at the bathroom where the shower was still running. He sat around for another minute before getting up and knocking on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again and continued to get no answer. Fed up, he tried the knob and was surprised to find it unlocked. Pushing the door open, he could hear Alice humming behind the shower curtain. "Hey...Alice."

"Hmm?" Alice asked. Her silhouette stilled behind the curtain. "Am I taking too long?"

"Nah, I don't need a shower, I'll do it in the morning." Dean said.

"Then...oh...okay I get it...no flushing." Alice said. Dean grinned and shook his head. She went back to humming and Dean couldn't help but listen. It wasn't a tune he was familiar with. It didn't seem to follow any real tune anyways, it switched up at seemingly random moments.

"What is that song?" Dean asked, unable to stop himself.

"I don't know." Alice said.

"You don't know?" Dean asked.

"Nope." Alice said.

"You just make it up?" Dean asked.

"Guess so." Alice said. She listened to him do up the zipper on his pants before she stepped back out of the stream of hot water. Sure enough, a few seconds later, the toilet flushed.

"Oh geez, sorry." Dean said. "Habit."

"I anticipated it." Alice said, sticking her hand around the curtain and giving thumbs up. She put her other hand under the water and waited for it to return to the temperature she liked before stepping back under. She ran her fingers through her hair several more times before wringing the extra water out and turning off the shower. Tilting her head, she realized she never heard the bathroom door open and close. "Dean?"

"Yeah?" Dean answered. Alice laughed, not being able to help it. "What?"

"I sorta gotta get out now." Alice said. "by all means though, if you wanna stay there, go for it." She reached around the curtain and felt around for a towel. Dean moved to hand one to her then thought of a better idea and kept it out of reach. Several seconds later Alice popped her head around the curtain. It was remarkable similar to Dean's mental image. Her blonde hair was sticking to her shoulder and the skin that Dean could see. The purple strand was fanned across her shoulder, parts of it dangling and dripping water. Her purple eyes gazed at him, shimmering along with the water that rolled along her face.

"Did you want this?" Dean asked, holding up the towel with a smile.

"Yes, yes I did." Alice said. She held out her hand "Give it."

"Now that's not very polite." Dean said.

"I want it Winchester." Alice said.

"What do I get in return?" Dean asked, not even bothering to ask how she knew his last name.

"Give me the towel first and then you'll get your thank you." Alice said.

"Oh really?" Dean asked.

"I'm not lying." Alice said. "Please." Dean tilted his head slightly then held out the towel. Alice took it and disappeared behind the curtain for a minute. When it slid open, she stood there, hair still dripping wet with the fluffy white towel wrapped around her body. Dean crossed his arms and tilted his head critically. Alice raised an eyebrow then, with a hand holding the curtain rod and one on her hip, she posed.

"Very nice." Dean said. The girl laughed and stepped lightly out of the tub. "So was that your thank you to me?"

"Hmm...no." Alice said, shaking her head slightly. She had a mischievous smile on her face and she moved the few steps between them. Dean raised an eyebrow. She almost gave off the appearance of stalking prey. The tip of her tongue was visible between her lips as she tilted her head back to look at him.

"No?" Dean asked.

"Uh uh." Alice said. One of her hand slid up across his stomach and over his chest. Dean gave an involuntary shiver. He couldn't take his own green eyes off her purple ones. "This...is your thank you."

Her other hand rose to cup the back of his head as she stood on her toes to close the distance between them. Her lips brushed his, softly at first before applying pressure. One of Dean's hands grabbed at her towel clad waist while the other buried itself in her still wet hair. A noise of surprise rolled into Alice's mouth, caught by closed lips. Dean loosened his hold and dropped his hand from her hair before pulling back from the kiss. He looked surprised that Alice looked surprised.

"Uh...good...good thank you." Dean said. Alice nodded, a slight smile crossing her face. Dean stepped back as her hands fell from him and he clapped his together. "So uh...I'll...leave you to get dressed...yeah." With that, he slipped out of the bathroom, missing Alice's smile grow more. She gently touched her lips and looked at her reflection.

Dean woke up later with the odd feeling of being watched. He opened his eyes and jumped, seeing Alice kneeling on the bed next to him, wearing the little outfit she had been wearing at the whorehouse.

"Whoa...whatsits...what's the batter...matter...what's the matter?" Dean asked.

"I...well umm..." Alice said. She laughed slightly and ducked her head, ashamed.

"What is it?" Dean asked, sitting up. He used two fingers to gently lift the blonde girl's head. Even in the darkness of the room, her purple eyes shone and sparkled.

"I couldn't sleep." Alice said. "I didn't mean to wake you up but you just..." She moved forward. "You looked..." The blanket was pushed down his legs before she swung one of her own over his thighs. "So good." Her hands, light and warm, rested on his shoulders. Dean stared at her with his hands lightly grasping her thighs.

"Alice..." He muttered. He swallowed, forcing the sudden lump in his throat to go away. "I..."

"Shh." Alice said, lifting a finger to press against his lips. She slid the finger down off his lips and over his chin before she leaned closer. Their noses nearly touched. "Be with me...please."

"Why?" Dean couldn't help the question.

"I need you...I want you...let me stay...let me be yours." Alice muttered around light kisses. Dean could almost feel the emotion, the craving. He wasn't sure if it was hers or his own but who ever it belonged to, it was strong. He tilted his chin just enough to press their lips together. A moan that was a partial sigh of relief got trapped behind Alice's closed lips. Dean made the same sort of noise when he discovered nothing was under the itty bitty skirt the girl had on. He squeezed her thigh gently as his left hand lifted to toy with the purple strand of hair.

He rolled over, trapping her beneath him. Alice looked at him with hooded eyes. He grinned at her, his hand still buried in her hair, before leaning down to kiss her neck. He grazed his teeth over her pulse point and felt her shudder beneath him. She made a noise that almost sounded like a purr. Dean chuckled lightly and moved his head back up to kiss her.

"How does this come off?" He muttered, pulling on the corset.

"Don't worry about it now." Alice said, sounding breathless. She lifted her hips to rub against him. "Please...please, please, please Dean." Before he could register the movement, she had yanked his boxers down to his knees and wrapped her legs around his waist. He groaned, and thrust his hips forward.

"Dear God." Dean muttered, pausing inside her for a moment. Alice giggled and rotated her hips. "Ally Cat, you will be the death of..."

A door slammed and Dean twitched, opening his eyes to find the side of his head pressed into the pillow. He was lying on his stomach, painfully so, on his bed in the motel, his head facing the door where Alice had just come in carrying what looked like a take out bag and a couple of cans. She put them on the table and slid her coat down her arms. It was at that moment that Dean realized he hadn't really seen much of her shirt before. It was long sleeved and covered most of her hands. It looked like it was a bit tight but who was he to complain?

Oh right, he was the guy that was just having a sex dream about the strange girl before him.

"Oh...morning sleepy head." Alice said, turning to look at him and noticing his wakeful state. She smiled cheerfully, her hair in braided pigtails. "Or should I say afternoon. Did you sleep well?"

"You have no idea." Dean grumbled, turning his head to face away from her. He reached up and wiped drool off the side of his face, frowning. He had just met her and she'd already gotten under his skin with just one kiss and partially naked pose? She was strange and unusual and he should not be this attracted to her.

Goddamn sexy weirdo.