Training Day 2

The sunlight played peek-a-boo through the crack in the moving curtain as I awoke to find myself using Dean's shoulder as my pillow. I slowly slid off the bed not to wake him and headed to the shower. I through on my best pair of jeans that I had with me which were still worn and ripped in places but at least they were dark denim and a green and pink plaid button up. Added a touch of make-up, tossed my hands through my hair, and slipped on my Converses.

It was Sunday morning and I was hell bent on being inside a church house. I was in luck because our hotel was located within walking distance to the Third Baptist Church. I snuck into back pew and just in time to hear the preacher give an enticing sermon on how it was a sin to have sex before marriage. So glad I made it in time for that speech. Wonder what the good pastor would think if he knew I was sharing a hotel room with bad ass hunky dudes? Or that I literally just got out of bed with one and walked into his church? I'd probably be dunk repeatedly in that baptismal behind the choir loft until I swore off sex for life. Good thing he doesn't know me from Eve!

After church ended, I made my way back to the hotel. Sam was leaving as I was entering. He nodded, got in the impala, and drove off. "Where's he going in such a hurry?" I asked Dean.

"Food and information run! Bobby told us where we could get our hands on some translation books. He'll be back soon enough" Dean answered as he put on his shoes.

I nodded and plopped down on the sofa. I looked around the room to noticed all the furniture had been moved to make sparring space. Dean walked over to couch and held out his hand. I guess we were going to be training sooner than later.

"Alright, sweetheart, let's see what you got?"

"Okie dokie"

As soon I utter the words, Dean went into attack mode. He grabbed me wrist and slung me against the wall. He pressed himself up against me using one hand to pin my arms to the wall and the other in a vice grip around my throat. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. Then I looked into his eyes. Those green eyes were piercing my soul. He smelled of aftershave and his body felt like a chiseled wall of flesh pressed up against me. I got lost in the moment. I could feel the electricity building in my body. I bit down on my lip to hold back the moan trying desperately to escape. Then I heard my phone go off. It brought me back from my fantasy. I used what leg strength I could muster to shove him back. He wasn't letting up, though. He kept coming at me. I either had his fist flying at me or him holding me so tightly that I thought I was going to die if it was anyone other than him. I kept fighting back though. When I would think I would have the upper hand, he would pull some kind of Chuck Norris move and I would be on the floor or up against the wall all over again.

He came at me one last time and I ducked underneath his grasp. I caught my breathe and quickly thought of my training tips - use your opponent's weakness to your advantage. I turned around to see him headed my way yet again. I did the only thing I could think of. I flashed him. Technically it was just my bra but it did the job. He stopped dead in his tracks. Only I didn't just flash him, Sam walked in the door just as I lifted my shirt.

"Son of a Bitch!" Dean swallowed his words.

"Damn!" Sam mumbled under his breath. "Remind me to train with you alone next time!"

"I'm so sorry. I was...I was..." I gasped and I frantically ran into the bathroom in tears.

"I'm just kidding," Sam said trying to coax me out of the bathroom, "It's not that bad. You can't hide in there forever. Your food is going to get cold."

I sat on the toilet in tears as Sam talked. I wasn't going to go back out there until I got enough gumption not to cry in front of them. It was quite a while before I felt good about what I done. Then it wasn't long before I was laughing at myself for what I've done. I washed my face and joined them.

"I apologize for that."

"What exactly were you attempting to do?" Sam asked.

"Using my opponent's weakness against him."

"Good one! Dean does have a soft spot for boobs! And his face was priceless." Sam laughed.

"Keep laughing there, Chuckles, and we'll see who has hair tomorrow!" Dean said angrily.

"You know it's true. A new town. A new girl or several girls. I lose count." Sam smiled as he through Dean a gotcha look.

"Bitch!"

"Jerk!"

"Well we know she can handle herself pretty well. She'll need you to keep working with her, Sammy! Your size will help her with strength because let's face it supernatural beings aren't your average Joes. She'll benefit from hand to hand and weapons combat with you."

"Sounds like we have a training plan" Sam and I echoed each other.

"Since we still have got several more books to go threw, let's say we get back to reading" I suggested.

"Okie Dokie" Dean murmured as guzzled a sip of beer and began to read.

"By the way, where were you coming from this morning?" Sam inquired.

"Church"

"Learn anything?" Dean spoke up.

"Learned sex is a sin unless we're married." I smiled.

"Didn't sink in, did it?" Sam snarked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked him.

"You know."

Dean looked at me, grinned, and stated, "Good thing we're only fighting half naked then!"

I blushed and hid my face behind a book. And just like that I witnessed a real life Winchester bro-moment. It was surreal and kind of cool. I only stopped reading to eat, go to the restroom, and check my phone. Larissa had sent me a photo of her new tattoo. Which reminded me that I had to get one if I was going to go hunting. That's for tomorrow though. For tonight, I'm cuddling up on the sofa and reading about HooDoo, VooDoo, and Delta Demons.