Chapter Two

Two weeks later we were on a case, rolling through a small town on a hunt for a shifter and things didn't go so well. I was off my game thinking about that night with Dean. He'd barely talked to me since that night, I could see him glancing in my direction but the conversation was minimal at best. I didn't understand, Sam had said he was into me but I felt like I was getting the cold shoulder. My mind was scrabbling too hard thinking about it that I didn't notice the figure stalking down the alleyway toward me. I thought it was Dean, but my night just wasn't that lucky.

"Hey any luck finding the shifter, I haven't seen anything come down this way yet." I should have known by the way he looked at me, it was too late before I saw the glow of his eyes. I tried to stab him with my knife but like I said my head was clouded and not on the hunt. I felt a stabbing pain in my side and heard yelling down the alley. A shot ran out and then shifter fell. I could hear Dean and Sam yelling as their boots pounded down the bricks. I grabbed my side and slid down against Baby, the pain was excruciating. I wanted to scream but I knew it would just bring more attention to the area. Dean was screaming my name, he fell on his knees next to me. Sam went straight for the Shifter to make sure it was dead.

"Look at me, are you hurt?" His hands on my face.

I coughed, "He looked like you, I let my guard down, he got too close and I didn't act fast enough. Damn my side is killing me, he fucking stabbed me." I must have been losing a bit of blood at that point, everything started to go fuzzy. Deah moved my hands away from the wound, he looked up at Sam. He took off his jacket and his flannel and pushed his flannel against my wound.

"Its a clean cut but we gotta get you stitched up before you lose too much blood." He threw the keys at Sam and picked me up. He sat me down on his lap in the backseat of the car and held pressure against the wound. "You'll be alright, I promise. A shot of whiskey, a hot burn, and some stitches. You can hold my hand, punch my face, I don't care, but it's going to hurt. You'll be alright, I swear." He held one hand on my wound and the other was stroking my hair. "Hurry Sammy."

They had placed me on the table in our motel room. Medical supplies on the chair next to me. Dean stood on one side and Sam on the other. Dean had turned the television on to mute any noise I might make. He wasn't kidding, it hurt like a bitch. I took a shot of whiskey, yes I know its a stupid thing to do in blood loss but damn it, it helps the pain. Sam poured some whiskey around the wound and stitched up as fast as he could. I wanted to scream so bad. After the first couple of stitches, I grabbed Deans wallet out of his jeans, shoved it into my mouth and bit down. I shook my head and Sam kept going. The pain was agonizing but that's what you get as a hunter. It's not like you can go into a hospital for every wound, too many questions, and authorities. You had to get used to the rough and tumble Wild West style medical treatment as a hunter.

"Alright, its time to...you know. The stitches aren't doing much to stop the bleeding, I have to cauterize, I'm sorry. This is gonna hurt." Sam looked horrified at having to cause me more pain. Pain seems to be the only constant as a hunter.

Dean held my hand and stared into my eyes. I could hear Sam heating up the edge of his knife. "You look straight at me dammit, look in my eyes, don't look at the knife, look at me. Sam, on the count of three. One, two.."

I knew it was a rouse to trick my brain. Sam placed the knife on my wound at the count of two. I bucked a bit to fight the pain but Dean grabbed my hand harder and pushed against my shoulder, those green eyes piercing into mine. His eyes misting up, he was clearly in pain, guess he couldn't stand to see me hurt. The pain started to subside and retreated into a pulsing throbbing. Dean still stood there holding my hand, Sam went into the bathroom to get another wet cloth to reclean my wound before bandaging me up.

"Don't you ever scare me like this again, you understand?" He sounded so angry but we both knew it was to hide the fact that he was really scared. This whole thing freaked him out and he wasn't dealing with it so well. All I could do was smile and nod, I was tired and completely drained. Sam came back with a cloth and tried to be as gentle as possible while cleaning off the blood from around the wound. Dean still holding my hand started humming. I couldn't place it at first and then it hit me, he was humming the last song he heard me singing that night, Say Something. I could see Sam out of the corner of my eye with a grin on his face.

As soon as Sam was done and I was all bandaged up, he handed me some painkillers and a bottle of water, I didn't realize how thirsty I was. I tried to sit up but Dean was there, he slowly helped me up and carried me to the bed. He held me against his body and kept on humming while trying to drape the blankets around us. My head on his chest, I wrapped my arm around his stomach. He held on tight with his right arm and stroked my hair with his left. "Just relax, I've got you, get some sleep." The humming started again. I was in and out for a while. Long enough to hear a conversation between him and Sam.

"Dean, she'll be fine, it was a clean cut, just a lot of blood." Sam tried to sound reassuring, "We've had worse, she's tougher than you, stubborn too."

Dean let out a small laugh, "yeah she is. Too stubborn to cry, I'm sorry but that was kinda hot. She took that a lot better than I thought, my wallet didn't fare so well but whatever."

Sam laughed, "I bet you $20 she'll have a new wallet for you in your room by the end of the week because she feels guilty for pulling a Jaws on that one."

"Nah I wouldn't dream of getting rid of this one now. A memento from the night I realized I can't live without her." He stroked my hair and glanced down at me. He watched the rise and fall of my chest.

"Tell her Dean, this is getting a bit silly. You're not high school kids, man up, she won't wait around for you forever you know. One of these days she'll go home with someone and it won't be you." Sam was right, but Dean couldn't admit it.

"I can't tell her that now Sammy, she'll think it was just from her getting hurt and me feeling guilty. Its gotta be right, like during dinner or something. I'll figure it out Sammy, for her, its gotta be right." I could feel his lips kiss the top of my head. That's the last thing I remember about that night.

Two weeks had gone by, the hunting had been slow at least that's what the boys had told me. I'm pretty sure they shifted cases they found off on other hunters while I rested up. The first couple of days Dean wouldn't let me out of bed, he acted as if I was crippled and needed to stay in bed. He brought my meals, carried me to the bathroom, stood by with his back turned at the ready if I needed him while showering. Finally, on the 14th night, he deemed me well enough for a night out on the town. A well-deserved trip after being cooped up in the bunker for so long.

We went into town to the only bar. The night was typical, shots, beer, dancing, Cas being Cas. Sam dragged me out on the dance floor whenever the cheesy 80s music started playing because he knew it was my favorite. The boys were so focused on me having fun. Laughing, drinking, stories, the usual. Only Dean, well he was struggling with something. I couldn't figure it out, maybe he wanted to go with the new waitress and didn't want to spoil my night. I had just sat back down at our table after trying to get Cas to dance to Safety Dance. I'm telling you, there is nothing funnier than watching an Angel trying to get a dance rhythm down.

The waitress kept coming over to the table trying to get Deans attention but I pleaded with Sam to take one for the team so I could be alone with Dean. We both stared at each other in silence, neither willing to make the first move. I licked my lips and Dean grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor. He pulled me to him and we slow danced. He must have paid the Dj because they never did this. Blaring through the speakers was Waiting for a Girl Like You by Foreigner.

"Whatcha doing there Dean?" I was a bit tipsy, but I could hear the words, I knew the song. He had a longing in his eyes.

"Shh, just listen. This nights for you. You having fun?"

A drunken giggle escaped, "yup, the most fun I've had in a while actually. Is that why you're dancing with me. Usually, only Sam will dance with me. I know I'm not a bad dancer" I grinned.

"No, no, you're perfect. Its just I wanted to tell you something but...I love you." He seemed so sad.

"I love you too ya moron." I stared into his eyes. "I have since that first night, you came swooping in and saved the day like a knight in shining armor. I was sure I was a goner and poof and knight in denim and leather." The song had stopped but he still held on swaying back and forth. I put my hands on his face and pressed my lips to his. There was a crushing urgency between us. I could hear Sam whistling from across the bar, "finally" he yelled. I stopped and looked at Dean with a frown, "I think I'm going to be sick." I ran to the bathroom. Great job genius, he finally tells you how he loves you and you have to run away and puke because of one too many shots. Dean walked back to the table dumbstruck.

"What happened, why'd she run away?" Sam and Cas looked concerned.

"I told her I loved her, she said she knew and loved me too, kissed me and then had to run away because the thought of that made her want to puke." He looked so dejected and sad, but Sam just laughed like an idiot.

"Dean, go get her and let's take her home." Sam kept laughing and tried to explain to Cas why it was so funny.

The drive home was a bit of a blur. I did puke, between the combination of the shots, dancing, and butterflies in my stomach after hearing him say he loved me, I just lost it. So attractive, I'm betting he's regretting tonight now. Sam and Cas sat in the back and Dean and me in the front. I was tired but sobering up and felt like an idiot, but I threw the chips to the wind and laid my head in his lap. I wrapped an arm around his leg. "I'm sorry, " I whispered, "that was very unattractive." He laughed a throaty laugh and started playing with my hair.

"Don't worry, not the worst that's ever happened to me. We're almost home and I'll tuck you into bed. We can talk more in the morning." I drifted to sleep, I could feel him carrying me out of the car, down the stairs, through the hall, and into my room. He placed me on my bed, took off my boots and covered me up in a blanket. He brushed my hair out my face and kissed my forehead before leaving my room.

I didn't sleep very long before my brain took over and woke me out of the slumber. He said he loved me, he played with my hair, he kissed my forehead...wait, we kissed. We kissed on the dance floor. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I should have known something was up, why did I drink? I crawled out of bed and brushed my teeth, staring at myself in the mirror. You can't let him think you puked over kissing him. He'll still be up, go talk to him, don't wait until morning you'll lose your courage. I crept down the hall, I could hear Sam in the library, who knows where Cas was. I stood in front of his door and knocked.

"It's open." I pushed the door open in time to see him taking off his shirt. "Hiya sunshine, thought you'd be conked out for the night, what's up?" I couldn't focus so well staring at his chest, he smiled, waved a hand in front of my face. "Hey, my eyes are up here."

"Sorry not sorry, I uh, look tonight was unattractive and I get it if you're turned off by..."

"Not in the slightest, I told you I loved you and that meant the good and the bad." He just stood there in all his glory, stupid chiseled chest, it was making me stupid just looking at it. I couldn't take it anymore, I rushed toward him and wrapped my legs around him, my arms around his neck and in his hair, my lips pressed to his. I could feel a moan escape his throat. His hands held onto my ass and gripped tight. He pulled away long enough to star into my eyes, "is this what you want?"

"More than anything," I whispered.

He set me down and tugged off my shirt, his fingers working quickly to undo my bra, he slipped it off and tossed it across the room. His nimble fingers undid the button on my jeans and shimmed them and my panties down to the floor before I stepped out of them. He took a step back and admired the view before he lifted me onto the bed. His lips found mine, there was a hunger in the way he kissed, a longing. His lips left mine and made a trail of kisses south before he stood up and took off his jeans. His eyes hungry and I was his meal. He crawled on top of me and continued to kiss his way across my body until he found my nipple. His traced a circle around it with his tongue before he gave a gentle suck then a quick nip with his teeth. I could feel him growing against my thigh, I moved my hips enough to feel his tip barely touch me. I groaned and whispered, "please."

He thrust inside and groaned. My hands gripped tight into shoulders as we found a rhythm. I wanted to take it slow but I'd waited so long I'd quickened my pace. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. A moan escaped from the both of us. He smiled and rolled us over. He on his back and I straddling him. He placed one hand on my ass pressing me down and in close to him while the other cupped and caressed my breast. I was too excited, too close to the edge and rode faster and harder. He tossed his head back on his pillow and growled out a moan. A guttural primal groan. I was close, I knew he was too. I kept the pace fast, we were there, right on the edge, about to tumble over in ecstasy, when Cas popped into the room.

"Dean I found a case and we need..."

"Damn it Cas, don't you knock." He tried his best to cover us up but I already jumped off wrapping the sheet around me and Dean put a pillow over himself.

"I...uh...sorry you two." As quick as he popped into the room, he disappeared.

"Wait, babe don't go." The desperate look in his eyes. "Stay please."

"No, that was a sign, this...this was a mistake. I'll just end up another notch on your bedpost." I was scrambling to find my clothes.

"NO! It's not like that with you I swear. I'm not that guy anymore, I swore no other women except for you." He sat up pleading with. "I love you, I truly love you."

I was scared, I'd never felt this way about anyone ever. It was intense and too much. I grabbed my clothes and ran to my room. I could hear him try and scramble after me but I was too fast. I was in my room, slammed the door shut and locked it. This was too much. The longing and desire for him were so intense it hurt. Love wasn't supposed to hurt. I felt like I was having a panic attack. I was overwhelmed. I could hear him knocking on my door. "Please let me in. I love you, there isn't anyone else but you I swear."

"This is too much for me Dean, I need time. This is too intense, I'm freaking out."

"Take your time, but I swear to you my playboy days are over, it's only you."