Disclaimer: Still don't own. Really wish I did but what can ya do?
Chapter Seven:
The next few days passed without incident. None of the kids burned the house down, nothing got broken and no one got broken. Dean and Riley had worked on some of the cars at the yard while Sam had watched. They also had played tag, hide and seek, and some random board games they found around the house. Last night Dean had suggested strip poker and Sam said he was going to bed. He and Riley didn't really play but it did give them some time alone. The more time they spent together, the closer they seemed to get. They already knew everything about each other but being together for such a long period of time was a luxury they seldom got to enjoy, and they were taking full advantage of it.
It was around seven when Riley woke up on Friday. She stretched before getting out of bed, and padding down the hall to the boys room. She peeked in the door to see Sammy sleeping, and snoring softly. She then looked over at Dean's bed to find it empty. Frowning slightly, Riley turned around to head back to her room and came face to chest with a shirtless Dean Winchester.
"Hey." she said, jumping slightly.
"Did I seriously scare you?" Dean asked, incredulous. Nothing scared Riley.
"Gimme a break, I've been awake all of two minutes." she yawned.
"You look tired babe."
"Thanks Captain Obvious. Could it have something to do with the fact that I only got about four hours sleep last night?" Riley was irritated, not at Dean, but from lack of sleep.
Dean knew she was tired and he was the cause of it. He had managed to rip a stitch in his side and Riley had stayed up with him after fixing to make sure that he was alright. He told her repeatedly to go to bed but she was as stubborn as he was and wouldn't have any parts of that.
"Come on." he gently pushed her in the direction of her bedroom.
"Where are we going?" Riley asked.
"We're going back to bed."
"We are?"
"It's only 7 am. We don't need to be up yet. It's Friday, we can relax." Dean told her.
Riley stopped and looked at him. "Why are you up then?"
"I had to hit the head. " he laughed.
"Oh." Riley didn't say anything else and Dean kept prodding her until she reached her bed. She crawled into bed and Dean covered her up. He placed a kiss on her cheek and went to leave but she grabbed his hand.
"Stay." she said.
Dean grinned and got in bed next to her. She curled up against him and he wrapped an arm around her.
"That better?" he asked.
"Mhm." she sighed contentedly and put her head on his chest.
Within a few minutes, both had fallen asleep again.
This was how Sam found them when he woke up a few hours later.
"How do I look Sammy?" Riley asked, coming into the living room. She and Dean were going out tonight before Bobby and John were set to come back.
"Good. Are you sure you wanna wear that around Dean though?" Sam teased her.
"I'm just proving I still have legs…" Riley smoothed the hem of her skirt.
She was wearing a denim skirt, a black tank top and her favorite boots.
Sam laughed. "Nice Ry. Anyway, you look good."
Riley walked over and hugged him. "Thanks kid."
He nodded. "That's what I'm here for."
"Sam-uh hey Ry." Dean stopped short when he saw Riley.
Riley smiled. "Hey D. You ready to go?"
"Mhm. Sam, don't answer the do-" Dean started.
"Door, fix the salt lines, keep my knife on me. Yeah Dean I know the drill." Sam finished.
"Just making sure. We shouldn't be out too late. It depends on what movie we see." Dean ruffled Sam's hair.
"Dean!" Sam shook his head.
"Hey, I'm allowed." Dean laughed.
"Bye Sammy. If you get hungry, there's some leftover lasagna in the fridge." Riley told him. "And if you get anything to read out of the library, make sure to put it back. If you wanna watch a movie, mine are up in my room. Have at 'em."
Sam grinned. "Sounds good."
"Later Sammy, be good." Dean said, heading towards the door, offering Riley his arm.
She leaned up and kissed him and Sam groaned.
"Cant ya wait till you aren't in my presence?" he demanded.
"We could, but it's fun to gross you out." Dean laughed as he and Riley walked out onto the porch.
The two had gone to the diner in town and then had gone to a movie. The movie they picked was "Dawn of The Dead" and it was a special showing for that weekend.
During the movie, they ended up talking about the things wrong with the film.
"Zombies are not that stupid…" Riley whispered.
"Ha, I know. It's like, if you're gonna make a movie about zombies, make it true dude. They really aren't that scary either." Dean replied.
"Mhm. it's a good movie in the gore department. It's pretty funny too. But not scary." Riley added.
"Wanna ditch the movie and go somewhere else?" Dean asked.
Riley grinned. "I like the way you think."
Dean grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the theater exit.
Once in the main part of the theater, they both busted up laughing.
"Remind me again why we decided to see a zombie movie?" Riley said as she walked out the main doors.
"It seemed like a good idea at the time?" Dean laughed.
"You have a point. So where to?" Riley asked as they came to a stop by the Impala.
"I don't know. You know the area better then I do. Someplace quiet or something." Dean suggested.
"I know the perfect place." Riley smiled, getting in the passenger seat.
"I like the sound of that."
When Riley opened the front door and expected to see her father and Uncle sitting there nursing their wounds and that they would tell them about the hunt. All she saw was Sam laying on the couch asleep.
She turned to Dean and motioned for him to be quiet.
She walked through the living room with Dean following her.
Once in the kitchen, Riley hopped up on the counter and sighed.
"What's wrong babe?" Dean asked.
"Dad and Uncle John should've been home by now. I mean, it's almost midnight." Riley replied.
"Ry, they could've gotten caught up in the hunt. Maybe they couldn't find it yet." Dean said.
"Yeah I know but they would've called by now. You know that. I'm worried D…"
Dean shook his head. "Look, lets go see if Sam knows anything. Maybe they called him." Dean suggested.
Riley nodded and hopped off the counter.
Dean went in the living room to wake up Sam. "Sammy, hey dude wake up. We gotta talk." he shook his brother's shoulder gently.
"Hmm?" Sam opened his eyes. "Where were you? The movie ended like over an hour ago."
"Don't worry about it Sam. Have you heard from Dad, or Bobby?" Dean asked him.
Sam sat up and rubbed his eyes. "No I haven't. Why? What's wrong?"
"No, just wondering." Dean said quickly.
Sam just looked at him for a minute, then to Riley. "What's going on?"
"I thought Dad and Uncle John would be home by now that's all." Riley explained.
Sam nodded. "Me too. Then you guys weren't back either and I kinda worried a little…"
"Sorry Sammy." Riley sat down next to him.
"Where were you guys?" Sam wondered.
"Riley was showing me the sights." Dean had a lopsided grin on his face.
Riley felt her face begin to grow warm, and she smacked Dean on the thigh. "Shut up!"
"What?!" he laughed.
Sam shook his head. "You guys suck."
"I didn't do anything, she seduced me!" Dean said in his defense.
"I did not! Ass." Riley smacked Dean again.
"Hey!"
"Guys! Do I have to separate you?" Sam teased.
"No…" the pair replied in unison.
"Alright then. Lets watch TV or something." Sam said.
"Sounds good." Riley was worried and she knew TV would help to keep her mind off of it.
Dean was worried too but he wouldn't show it. He knew that Sam and Riley were both worried, trying to no think about it, and that worked for him. He was thinking about the few reasons why the men hadn't called, and none of them ended well. Sure he was worried as hell, but he damn well wouldn't show it. One thing Dean learned from John was how to hide his emotions.
It was almost 1:45 when Dean's phone rang. It caused all three of them to jump and Dean quickly grabbed it out of his pocket.
Glancing at the screen, he moved Riley off his lap and headed for the door.
"Dean who is it?" Sam called after him.
Dean's response was going outside and closing the door.
"What the hell?" Sam asked.
"I don't know Sammy…" Riley really wished she had seen who was calling.
For the next twenty minutes Riley and Sam sat there in silence waiting for Dean to come back.
They shared a worried glance every now and then but nothing was said.
Both of them jumped when Dean walked back in the door.
Riley stood and walked towards him as Sam turned to face Dean from his spot on the couch.
Dean's face was etched with worry and Riley didn't like it.
"What's wrong D?" she asked.
Dean sighed and ran a hand down his face, staying silent.
"Dammit Dean, what's going on?!" Sam demanded.
"There's been an accident…"
Author's Note: dun dun dun and there's the end of chapter seven :)
