-Just Not That Into You…Yet Chapter 2-
-Two Days Later-
Dean still hadn't heard from John, and it was unlike him not to at least call. He decided not to be a girl about it and figured John was just seriously busy and figured he check out the "shadow" that attacked the girl from the other night, so of course he checked the world wide web.. For a while, Dean found nothing but "Tell your little one that "shadows are just their imagination" and other things like that, until he finally hit the jackpot. Dean clicked his way to Wikipedia and found nothing but craptastic myths, but he'd never heard of the shadow ghost before. He had his doubts, but took down the information anyway.
To try to get more information, Dean headed to the library at Stanford. Sure his hidden motive was to see Sam. He walked into the library looked for books on this "shadow thing" and sat down at a table in the main study area. He couldn't concentrate on the book when he spotted Sam across the room laughing with his arms around a girl. Dean sighed, he was happy to see his brother happy. Dean was about to turn his attention back to his book when he saw Natasha from last night. She didn't have a book in her hand. Dean looked a bit closer at her and it looked like she had been crying. Natasha wiped away the bit of smeared make-up and got up from her seat. Dean thought he could get a description of the ghost from her so he quickly rushed over to her. Dean gently grabbed her hand when she reached for her bag.
"What're you doing here Daniel?" Natasha asked him. She slid her hand from his grasp. "It's a little creepy seeing you here."
"I was just going to ask for a favor." Dean said. Natasha sighed and sat back down with Dean across from her.
"Why do I owe you a favor? I hardly know you." She argued.
"I saved your life. Doesn't that count for something?" Dean rebutted.
"I'm sorry, "Damsel in Distress" here at your service." Natasha said sarcastically with a salute.
"That's cute, but I'm serious. We could get a beer and talk about the other night." Dean suggested.
"You want to get a beer now? It's only about fifteen minutes past noon!" Natasha reasoned. Dean hunched his shoulders.
"It's never too early for a beer." Dean argued. Natasha, tired of arguing grabbed her bag. She took one last glance at Sam and the blonde next to him and followed Dean out the door.
-In the bar at a table-
Dean ordered himself and Natasha beers and took two seats at a booth in a corner of the restaurant. Natasha described the "thing" she saw crawling on the walls of the alleyway. She remembered it scaling the wall. It was almost nonexistent. It made almost no sound.
"Then out of nowhere, it came directly at me. This black ghostly thing came at me. I felt gashes on my arms and a few on my leg, but I don't think it, or whatever the hell it was, was trying to kill me." Natasha reminisced.
"Did it make any sort of noise?" Dean asked taking a sip from his beer bottle. Natasha looked at him like he was crazy.
"It was on the wall, Daniel…I'll be damned if I heard my own scream." She joked. Dean let a smirk slide across his face as Natasha took a gulp of her own beer. He found himself looking at her eyes as the glazed across their surroundings. When her eyes landed on him he blinked himself back into reality. Natasha felt herself blushing when she noticed he was looking at her. Dean looked away and stared at the table trying to think of more questions to ask her. Natasha seemed to read his mind.
"So, no more questions?" She asked him finishing up her beer.
"Nope, I guess we're all done here." Dean said finishing his up as well. Natasha nodded and got up from her chair and grabbed her jacket from the coat rack. She and Dean filed out the door. Dean offered a ride back to the library, but she politely declined and said she'd catch a cab home.
"Oh c'mon I'm better than some sketchy cab driver!" Dean joked. Natasha laughed and gave up. They got into the car and she told him her address and they headed to her apartment. Dean walked Natasha up to her front door on the third floor of the building.
"Well thanks for the beer, Daniel." Natasha said fooling around with her keys to open her door.
"Oh yea, it's nothing, thanks for your help with um, my case." Dean said as she opened her door. Natasha looked up at Dean again and then walked over her threshold and thanked him again. Dean nodded and she closed the door.