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Subject: The perfect girl?
No one ever did this before!
It was Kaz's first time having real human food, so she was stuffing herself as was Dean. Sam would give them both a glance of disgust every now and again as he ate his fruit salad.
Once all three were finished, Dean took Kaz up to their room as Sam went back to the front desk to talk to the worker there.
"We'll see you in a bit Sam." Dean said as he moved a tired Kaz into the elevator.
"Sure thing." Sam replied as he watched the elevator doors close.
"Never thought food could make someone tired." Dean joked.
"I'm not tired." Kaz smiled and sat up straight.
"Oh really?" Dean grinned.
"Yeah!" She giggled.
They held hands as they turned the corner and walked down to their room and Dean took note on how soft her hands were. As smooth as leather! He chuckled quietly to himself.
As they entered the room, Dean stretched his arms out. Before Dean turned around to see what Kaz was doing, she quickly put the "Do not disturb" sign on the door and when Dean did turn around she smiled sweetly and sat on the bed. Dean went and turned on the AC before placing himself next to her.
"Hay Dean…" Kaz said in a sweet tone. Dean looked to her and she was looking down.
"What's up Kaz?" Dean asked in a lower, sweeter tone.
"I just…I want to thank you." she looked up to him, her eyes glistening with wonder.
"For what?" Dean smiled. Damn it those eyes!
"For not leaving me." she looked back down.
"When?" Dean asked, come on baby look at me! I want to see those eyes…
"Back when…the accident." it was hard for her to get the words she wanted to say out.
It finally clicked in Dean's head, the truck… Then that memory led to the hospital. Dean remembered the reaper that tried to take him away, he remembered waking up with pipes down his throat and then he remembered Dad… Damn you. Dean remembered the time after John Winchester had died. After he sold his soul so Dean could live. Dean remembered very well the time he spent fixing up the impala.
"Thank you Dean, for not leaving me to rot in Bobby's junk yard!" she looked up to him, tears streaming down her face, "You fixed me and I love you for it…even if there was a point of time where you dented my trunk out of frustration at John." She giggled a little, trying to brighten herself up.
"Kaz…" Dean whispered, not knowing what to say, he lightly stroked her jaw line.
"Dean…would it be weird if I asked to kiss you?"
Dean froze. He didn't really know what to say. I mean, it WAS his car…wasn't it?
"Well why not?" Dean grinned. Lust was begging to stroke his lips.
So Dean leaned in and gently kissed Kaz. But when he started to pull away, Kaz kissed him right back. The taste was a mixture of metal and cheeseburgers but overall it was sweet and wonderful.
"Dean I miss you!"
"Miss me?" Dean laughed and held her, "I'm right here!"
"That's not what I meant…"
"What do you mean then?" Dean asked with a confused expression.
"I miss you…" Kaz looked down; embarrassment filled her cheeks with a blush of red. "In me" she finished the sentence.
Dean then grinned with excitement; "I can fix that." he then pulled her down onto her back and gently laid on top of her. She smiled with excitement.
"When was the last time you said you fucked your car?" she giggled.
"Never." Dean laughed and started caressing her neck with kisses.
*meanwhile, back in the lobby/front desk*
Sam sighed as he waited for somebody to show up. After awhile he got frustrating and rang the little bell on the desk.
After a minute the women came out,
"Oh, hello."
"Hay how's it been?" Sam asked with a nice voice.
"Better." she replied with a smile.
"No more Déjà vu?" Sam asked and a slight confused look spread across her face.
"No, why do you ask?"
Sam then got a little be withered, "Uh, no reason! Just was curious…"
"Oh. Yeah the déjà vu is gone, yesterday was horrible thought…it happened until you two boys showed up."
"Really?" Sam asked.
"Yeah."
"Was there any one else besides us that came in here?" Sam leaned on the table, making sure he got every word.
"There was that one guy…but why do you ask? You a cop or just a curious puppy?" she laughed and Sam did a fake laugh in return along with that nervous cock of his neck.
"Just a curious puppy…can I ask what room he's in?"
"Floor two, room 33." she answered, not even thinking why Sam had asked what room a stranger was in and she thought nothing of it.
"Thanks." Sam smiled and started to walk away.
"That's all you wanted to know?" the women asked with a worried and confused tone. Sam had to think fast on his feet.
"OH yeah!" he laughed as if he really forgot something and turned around, "Can I have another key to my room please?"
"Sure," the women giggled and gave him another one.
"Thanks again." Sam fast walked to the elevator. Gotta tell Dean! He thought.
Once back up on floor two, Sam practically jogged to the room but stopped short when he saw a sign on the handle that read 'Do not disturb' on his room door.
"Who…" Sam then thought of Kaz, "Oh Jesus he's fucking the car?" Sam leaned his ear to the door and heard the soft and then loud purring moans. "Oh God he is!" Sam sighed heavily and took a few steps back, Now what? There's no car I can't just drive around town…and Dean would kill me if I went to see the guy alone…that's never stopped me though…eh I won't risk it.
So Sam turned and walked back to the elevators. Unlike Dean he didn't mind taxis. So he decided he would stroll around Houston.
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