Chapter Four
Thomas O'lauchlan
All were relieved to get back to the motel. The afternoon had taken its toll on them and they were ready to sleep for eternity.
The previous night, due to the lack of room, and because of his embarrassment, Dean had slept in the Impala. Tonight, none of that mattered. They were under an unspoken truce and all were friends.
As Sam soaked in the spa, Dean cleaned the injury that had been inflicted on Zara and as he did they spoke.
"That was a stupid thing you did back there, Zara, you could've gotten yourself killed," Dean said, though not unkindly.
"Yeah well, now we know that there is something in there," She mumbled in reply.
Dean smiled. "It was brave though. You were scared, but you did it anyway,"
"I was not scared," Zara protested, flinching from Dean's touch as he brushed the cut with an alcohol swab. Dean snorted. "Sure you weren't," he countered.
"I wasn't," she pouted.
"Okay, I'm done. You should get some shuteye. You don't mind sharing though do you?"
Zara cocked an eyebrow.
"I'll share with Sam," she said, with a hint of a smirk.
"You wouldn't enjoy it. he tosses and turns all night,"
Zara gave him a grin. "Just stay on your side of the bed,"
DEAN'S POV:
I'll say this about her. She's definitely fearless.
I mean c'mon, who in their right mind would willingly climb into a ghost infested wall, but of course I would of done the same if I could fit.
She's also proud, stubborn, feisty and a bitch, which is probably why I like her so much, although she can be a pain in the ass at the best of times.
In my whole life, I have never met a librarian with such an intense personality, and her eyes…whoa!
But anyway, at first I couldn't stand her, but I when she panicked, I saw the raw fear in her eyes and I was captivated, and I kinda think she was checking me out too, but then again who wouldn't hahaha.
She's almost cat-like in her appearance and her body moves with such agility, it's amazing!
Now we're back at the motel, Sam's gone for a soak, and I'm alone with this gorgeous and unique creature. As I clean the cut on her head, I try not to trip over my tongue as she smirks at me.
"Just stay on your side of the bed," she says. How the fuck am I supposed to do that? But I'll respect her wishes and keep my distance, and if she needs consoling in the middle of the night, I'll be only too happy to oblige…
Forked lightning streaked across the sky and thunder rattled at the windows.
Zara lay half an inch from Dean's warm, half naked body, unable to sleep. Perhaps it was because the gorgeous guy that was sleeping peacefully next to her gave off such an attractive sensation, that she was unable to focus on anything else.
It's just another guy, she thought to herself. Just go to sleep.
He rolled over and as he did a tanned, muscled arm flung around her waist.
Sleaze. She thought, although she was beaming in the gloom.
Dean chuckled and Zara's smile grew.
"Busted," she giggled, and instantly he was inches away.
"Sorry," he whispered back apologetically. "I didn't mean to…"
"Yes you did Dean Winchester, but its okay if you're scared. I'll keep you safe,"
Dean snorted. "I was not scared just—" he stopped.
"Upset?" she guessed.
"Nope," the eldest replied.
"Suicidal?"
"Hell no!"
"Concerned, for me?"
"Uh-uh. You're perfectly capable of looking after yourself,"
"Horny?"
Silence.
Zara laughed. "Ha! I knew it! I'm turning you on! You're such a dick!"
"I'm not! You're not!" Dean objected.
"Aww Deanie, I'm I hitting a nerve?"
"No, you're not. I did that because I thought you were scared,"
Now it was Zara's turn to snort. "Whatever pretty boy," she teased.
"Goodnight Zara," Dean mumbled.
Zara poked him and he jumped.
"For fuck sake, what?"
"I'm scawed," Zara said, pouting.
Dean rolled over and flung his arm around her once more, squeezing tightly.
She wasn't sacred, but boy, he had nice arms.
"Now sleep," Dean ordered.
"Yes sir," she said saluting.
"Oh for god sake you two, keep it down," Sam mumbled.
Dean and Zara giggled.
"Yes Sammy," the said in unison.
When Dean and Zara woke, Sam was gone and there was a note in his tidy "geek boy" handwriting:
Dean and Zara, gone out to get the paper and breakfast.
Might take a while, I was thinking about swinging by the library on the way.
Left the Impala in case you got a lead. See you when I see you.
Sam.
"Huh, whatever floats your boat college boy," Dean muttered scrunching the note up and throwing it into the trashcan.
He pulled out his cell phone and pressed speed dial three.
"Hey Dean," came Sam's voice.
"Hey, where are you? How long ago did you leave?"
"I'm at the library, I left about twenty minutes ago. You and Zara seemed pretty cozy though,"
"Shut up, she was shaken up,"
Sam laughed. "Sure she was,"
Dean decided to ignore his brother's teasing.
"So when you gonna be back Haley Joel?" he inquired instead.
"When I'm back. I'm going now, bye ," and with that the line went dead.
Dean shrugged.
"So when's geek boy planning to come back?" Zara asked.
"He's not sure. Hey why don't you go take a bath? I'll go out and get us some coffee and food. There's no way I'm waiting for him to get back, I'm hungry now,"
Zara nodded, quite agreeing to this. As Dean closed the door behind him, Zara padded to the bathroom and began to fill the huge spa with steaming water, applying liberal amounts of bubble bath into the already frothing water.
She pulled her hair up, stripped down and slid into the blissfully hot water. Zara turned the spa jets on and closed her eyes as suds foamed around her.
With two foam cups and a box of crispy cream donuts, Dean was struggling to get the door open, but eventually, he managed to kick the door open.
He put their breakfast on the coffee table and the keys on the nightstand.
"Zara! I'm back!" he called, taking off his jacket.
The lock to the bathroom door clicked and Zara stepped out with a fluffy blue towel wrapped around her body. Moist hair hang around her shoulders and soap suds slid off her legs, dampening the plush carpet.
"I have a problem," she said.
"What?" Dean asked, unable to take his eyes off her.
"I don't have any clothes," she replied.
Dean gave her a cheeky grin. "You say that like it's a bad thing,"
Zara glowered and Dean tossed her one of his shirts.
"I'll get Sam to stop by the mall to get you some clothes. What sizes?"
Zara told him and Dean contacted his brother.
"It's all good, he'll be about an hour. Do you mind free-ballin' till then?"
"I don't 'free-ball,' and yeah, I'll live," she replied, clutching Dean's long black button up shirt.
Dean grinned once more and Zara slammed the bathroom door to dress herself.
Sam walked in over an hour later, laden with heavy bags. "I got you as much as I could, and I did my best," Sam murmured, throwing her some bags.
"Underwear?" She asked.
Sam blushed. "Yeah, um, in the small bag,"
Zara grinned. "Aww Sammy, don't be embarrassed!"
When Sam didn't reply, Zara shook her head and pulled a pair of jeans and a black shirt from the bag.
"You've got good taste Sam," Zara whistled.
"I used to go shopping with my girlfriend," he grinned sadly.
Zara smiled back and closed herself in the bathroom.
Once dressed and happy with her appearance, she joined the boys in the main bedroom. Sam had some important news.
"Right, first of all," Sam began, and directing his speech to Zara, he asked: "Did you know about the disappearance of Thomas O'lauchlan? Three weeks before your employer was murdered?"
"Yeah, who didn't know that? Cute kid too. His history class was on an excursion, and he got lost. We searched high and low, but we couldn't find him," she explained.
"Okay. Here's the lowdown. In 1745, when this town was settled and named, a manor was built in honor of the founder of Lake Evergreen. During the construction, three of the builders were killed, set in concrete and hence became part of the house. For a while, things were bad. People went missing, servants died, but it quieted down after a while, that was until a month ago when you, Zara, changed the way things were originally.
"After so long being fused with the house and each other, Jonathan Corby, Nicholas Granger and Seamus Lofgren are reawakened and now all hell is loose. We have to go back. Stay a few nights and see what's what. We'll need salt, cats eye shells and other things too, and then we're set,"
Dean grinned. "Not bad, geek boy, if I do say so myself. Hey we should get a spirit board and do each other's nails. It'll be so fun!"
"Actually, that's not a bad idea Dean," Sam pointed out. "I mean the spirit board, not the rest, dickhead,"
Dean looked at his feet. "Oh damn, I was so looking forward to a manicure."
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