Dean woke up in a motel room in Fort Wayne, Indiana. The heavy curtains in front of the window gave the room a dark glimmer. Dean got up to go to the bathroom but stopped in front of the door when he heard the shower running.
Amber was in the bathroom. Naked under the stream of water, water drops running slowly down her perfectly rounded curves...
Dean shook his head, cursing his imagination. He really didn't need to picture Amber naked. He wasn't sure what to do.
He couldn't just walk in, right? It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of him.
Thank God, he wasn't one.
Slowly turning the knob, his eyes widened in surprise when he found the door unlocked.
She never left the door unlocked and he always made fun of her for that. Since they were alone they knew when one of them was using the bathroom.
Dean took it as an invitation and walked in without hesitation.
He could have some fun with this.
He grinned to himself as he stepped to the sink and turned on the tap to wash his face.
Amber froze in the shower. "Dean?" She called out softly and heard him answer seconds later.
"Yeah, you expected someone else?" He asked back and Amber could tell by the way his voice had sounded, he was smiling devilishly at his awesome joke.
"What the hell are you doing?" She barked, turning the shower off.
"Shaving." He replied nonchalantly but grinning from ear to ear. Suddenly the shower curtain was pulled aside, revealing Amber's face.
She made sure she was still covered by the curtain but she couldn't have known Dean still got a good view of her smooth back and perfect ass in the mirror.
He swallowed hard, realizing he had shot himself in the foot by messing around with her.
Amber squinted her eyes at him, taking in his shaving cream-covered face and calmed down a little, seeing he had told her the truth.
She disappeared behind the curtain again and Dean sighed in relief.
"Just hurry up, okay?" She yelled before turning the shower back on. Dean rolled his eyes at her words.
"Alright, don't get your panties in a twist!"
"I'm just saying!" Amber snapped and heard Dean chuckle. "Asshole." She mumbled under her breath.
When she heard Dean leaving the bathroom she quickly stepped out of the shower, dried off and got dressed into her washed out jeans and plain black tank top.
She walked over to the counter and searched through her vanity case for her mascara and eye liner. Those were the only items she had but she wasn't going to complain, being on a crazy road trip one wasn't in the position to be vain.
As she went to put on the eye liner Dean barged into the bathroom again, shirtless, jeans covering the bottom half of his body.
Amber glared at him and forced herself to avert her eyes from his perfectly built chest. God, how she hated him for running around half naked.
"What the hell is your problem, Winchester? Can't you wait five minutes till I'm done?" She barked at him.
"Sorry, Williams, I need to brush my teeth." He snapped at her. He was pissed she was pissed at him again. Why were the women he usually flirted with fascinated by him but the only woman he really wanted had to be feisty.
He smirked at the thought. Okay, he liked them feisty, he had to admit that. But Amber was really hard to get and his charm didn't seem to work on her at all. The fact was bugging the crap out of him.
"What, you're going to a party?" He scoffed, watching her drawing a thin line along her eyelashes. He was fascinated by the whole process though. How did she manage to make such a precise thin line?
He rolled his eyes at himself for thinking about that and walked over to the sink.
Amber shot him a dirty look in the mirror but didn't respond. She was so sick and tired of constantly fighting with him. She was already sexually frustrated and it didn't help when Dean was walking around looking gorgeous all the time.
"You don't have to get all dolled up for me, as flattering as that is. I've seen you without make-up." Dean teased and couldn't help but smile as he stepped behind her, noticing she reached him right to the chin.
Her hair was still wet from the shower and he could smell a faint scent of her shampoo. God, that woman was driving him insane!
Amber nudged him with her elbow in the ribs and since he was standing right behind her, she got him good.
Dean flinched and held onto his side but recovered quickly and reached around her for the toothpaste as Amber started to apply the liner on her other eye lid.
"God damn it Dean, look out!" She exclaimed when he almost grazed her with his arm. "I almost pricked my eye out!"
"Don't be so dramatic." Dean replied unmoved and reached around her again for his toothbrush.
Amber was getting nervous. He was standing so close, his naked chest pressing to her back and she could feel his hot skin through the thin fabric of her top. She needed to get out now.
Without another word she stormed out of the bathroom and Dean shook his head at her.
"Women." He mumbled to himself and started to brush his teeth.
When Dean walked back into the room he found Amber leaning over the bed to reach for her copy of East of Eden that was lying on the bedside table. He immediately felt his blood boil in his veins, taking in the sight in front of him. He groaned in frustration.
"That's just awesome." He mumbled under his breath. Amber heard his voice and jumped around, surprised she hadn't heard him coming out of the bathroom.
"What did you say?" She asked, looking intently at him. There was a look in his eyes she had seen a couple of times before but she couldn't quite make it out.
Was it lust? No, it couldn't be. Dean would never look at her with such desire in his gaze. He was probably thinking about some dumb ass whore he planned on nailing that night.
"What?" Dean shot back, watching the expression change on her face. Once again he was wondering what was on her mind. She'd looked surprised at first, then a little confused until a sad expression appeared on her beautiful face. Dean wanted to comfort her so badly.
"Are you okay?" He asked softly, taking Amber aback. She blinked a few times before answering.
"Ehm, yeah. Everything's fine. You ready? We should hit the road. It's getting late." She averted her eyes quickly, continuing to pack her bag.
Dean sighed and walked over to his bed, searching for a shirt in his duffle.
"Actually, I was thinking maybe we should stay another night." He announced, standing with his back to her. He never got an answer, feeling her eyes burning a hole in his back.
He turned to her, meeting her confused look. "What? I'm serious. Fort Wayne is great, we should stay and hit the road again in the morning. It's already getting dark anyway." He continued when she stayed silent.
"Dean, you only want to get laid again." She stated coldly, the hurt evident in her eyes. Dean swallowed hard, appalled by the fact she seemed so sad about it.
Maybe he'd been wrong all along. Maybe Amber did like him and cared about him for real. He quickly put his shirt on and Amber sighed in relief. She was glad the temptation wasn't that present anymore.
Dean cleared his throat. An awkward silence set between them. He saught the courage to go on.
"I thought, you know, we could hang out, just the two of us." He told her quietly and couldn't believe how inscure he was.
Amber had to hold back a gasp in surprise. It took her some time to finally answer. "Oh, okay." She choked out. "You want to go to a bar?"
Amber was still slightly confused. Dean trying to bond with her scared her a little.
"Yeah, sure. If you're okay with it."
"Yeah." She answered hesitantly.
"Alright then. Let's go." He started towards the door and Amber followed behind, not sure whether all of this was a good idea.
Dean watched from a nearby table how Amber was giving the guys at the pool table a run for their money. She was good, he had to give her that. But even if she'd sucked at the game, she would've totally won.
The guys were drooling over her, not taking their eyes off. Dean had to control himself to stay out of it. Amber would win a lot of money and they needed it. But he didn't want those guys near her. Of course, he couldn't just stroll over and beat the crap out of them like a possessive boyfriend.
Had he just really thought that? He cursed himself for being jealous. But he couldn't help it; that hot feeling was gnawing at him. He should have made her stay when one of the guys had come over to their table and asked Amber to play pool with them. But he wasn't her boyfriend and therefore he had no right to lose it because some guys were hitting on her.
Dean sighed and rubbed his forehead. Taking a drink from his bottle of beer, he made a deal with himself.
He would allow himself to walk over and kick their asses if they started to act inappropriate.
So far, their behaviour had been flawless; they were flirting with Amber but it was innocent.
Dean leaned back and proceeded to watch the group by the pool table intently. If something did happen, he would be there.
He wouldn't let Amber getting hurt.
Amber leaned up again and smiled wickedly after she'd sunk another ball. The three men surrounding the pool table were staring at her in shock.
She was going to win for sure, those men didn't stand a chance. She glanced over to the table where Dean was sitting and felt light-headed when his intense gaze met her eyes.
He had been watching the whole time.
She had to admit, she was pissed at him for letting her go with those guys. They'd been having a real good time together, chatting and drinking at the bar.
For once, Dean had been focusing on her only, and didn't even notice the pretty waitress.
Everything had been fine. Until the boys showed up.
Another wave of hurt washed over her as she thought about it, but she tried to ignore it.
She had wished Dean would've asked her to stay, it had been his idea to hang out after all, but he had told her to go and win some money.
Amber felt the anger building in her stomach again and quickly looked away, breaking the eye contact with Dean.
Dean frowned when Amber turned away. She looked so hurt and angry, or was he mistaken?
His eyes widened in shock when he watched her step closer to one of the guys, running a hand over his back, and lean in to whisper something in his ear.
Dean was confused. Did Amber want to hook up with him? He couldn't let that happen. He got up and made his way over to the table.
Amber wanted to get back at Dean. He was constantly hooking up, so why wasn't she allowed to?
But there was also that annoying voice in her head, taunting and mocking her. Maybe it was childish to make Dean jealous and she wasn't a teenager anymore to be pulling a stunt like that.
But she needed to test Dean, to see how he would react if she hit on a man. Maybe, deep down he was feeling something for her. It was worth a shot.
"You know, I'm getting tired of this game." She mumbled into the guy's ear and he leaned up, without playing the ball on the table.
She smiled encouragingly as she continued to talk in a low, seductive voice. "Why don't we just leave this place and let your friends play the game?"
The guy looked shocked at first but recovered quickly and a bright smile appeared on his face. "I'm in, babe." He said quietly.
He was nice and handsome. Amber felt bad for using him, but she knew for sure, she couldn't just leave to sleep with a stranger. It wasn't like her. Since Dean wasn't paying attention to her, she had to do something to make him alert.
She was about to take his hand and go but when she looked over her shoulder, she noticed Dean getting up from his place at the table and walking towards them.
And Lord, he looked beyond mad.
Amber felt an excitement rushing through her body. Finally, Dean did care for her after all.
She remained still and waited for Dean to come over. Most likely, he was going to have a fit and Amber couldn't have been happier about it.
A/N: Thanks for reading, guys. I hope you liked it! HUGE thanks to sam and dean crazy ass wench and deansgirl1 for reviewing the last chapter, it means a lot:)
