"Jesus Christ, Winchester, what the hell." Opening the bathroom door and taking a step back, Skye closed her eyes and pressed a hand to her chest as he startled her by being half an inch from the door when she opened it to step out, "There are easier ways to kill me than via heart attack."
"Yeah, but it would really allay suspicion. You know they always look at the...brother...first." Smirking down at her, Dean crowded the door until she stepped back into the bathroom, stepping in after her and closing the door, the lock making an audible click as he reached behind him, "I was just thinkin' we could talk for a second is all."
"Oh, is that all?" She arched a brow, clearly wondering if he thought she looked stupid as he continued to back her up until she fetched up against the counter next to the bathroom sink. Glancing behind her before leaning her head back to look up at him, the skepticism was obvious, "Why don't I believe that?"
"No idea." Leaning over her with a hand braced on either side of the counter, Dean smiled, inhaling slowly as her hand grazed the front of his jeans, "...how much weight you think this thing can hold?"
"Shh." Clapping a hand over Skye's mouth, Dean leaned down, smothering laughter against her shoulder as someone with truly terrible timing knocked on the bathroom door behind them. Well, that's the risk you run when you mess around in semi-public places, like strangers bathrooms.
Rolling her eyes, Skye leaned her head back against the mirror behind her, closing them for a second as she cursed creatively for several seconds as Dean removed his hand from a place it probably shouldn't have been, "Goddamn motherfucking son of a fuckin' whore..."
"You kiss your brother with that mouth?" Taking a step back to give Skye room to make herself presentable again, Dean couldn't help the self-satisfied shit-eating grin he was sporting, "Settle down, Tinkerbell, we can pick things up later."
"Bite me." Slipping down from the counter, Skye spared a second to flip him off before buttoning her jeans and straightening her tank-top, pulling her long-sleeve shirt back up and looking around for her jacket, "See what situations you put me in?"
"Me?" Grabbing her jacket from the side of the bathtub, Dean tossed it to her still stifling a chuckle as he sidled past her to the door, "I didn't do shit."
"Yup, you're as pure as New York snow." Lifting her hair out from under the collar of her jacket, Skye shrugged it back into place, taking a breath as her heartbeat returned to normal, a little grumpy from being interrupted at a very inopportune time. Grumbling, she grabbed the collar of Dean's jacket and pulled him down, ignoring another knock from the other side of the door as she kissed him hard, pressing against him, not releasing him until she could feel his own frustration growing. With a self-satisfied smirk of her own, she reached past him to unlock the doorknob, glancing back over her shoulder as she stepped out, "...and don't forget to wash your hands."
"Oh, excuse me." Linda took a step back as Skye stepped out, eyes widening as she looked past her at Dean as he mumbled something rude under his breath and turned on the bathroom faucet, "I-I-"
"It's alright." Physically biting her tongue, Skye rolled her eyes to the ceiling, torn between flaming embarrassment and laughing until she cried as she tugged her shirt down one more time, "...we were about done anyway."
They stayed at the barbecue until dusk, when it finally started to break up and people started to drift off, gathering their things to head to their respective homes. The food had been good and some of the people had been alright. Skye had talked to Matt more about his insect collection and the two had just generally gotten along like a house on fire, and freaking the fuck out of Linda the Sales Rep had been hilarious. She'd avoided making eye contact the rest of the evening and that had totally been worth having to climb in a dark hole for a few minutes.
"You know, I've heard of killer bees, but killer beetles?" Looking skeptical, Dean leaned back in the driver's seat of the Mustang, one wrist resting on the wheel as he steered slowly through the darkened neighborhood, the skeletons of half-finished houses rising up out of the night around them, "What is it that could make different bugs attack?"
"What, you didn't watch The Mummy with me a few days ago?" Turning in her seat to lean back against the passenger door, Skye faced Dean, twirling the end of her braid idly around a fingertip as she let her mouth run on while her brain was busy mulling it over, "No, before you ask, that was not even a little realistic. Scarabs do not eat people. Imhoteps kinda hot, though. Hauntings can include bug manifestations, but I didn't see any evidence of a spook."
"Yeah, me either. No flickering lights, no cold spots, nothing, and I was all over that house." The tip of his tongue flicked out, licking his lips as he pondered the problem, driving without really seeing the area around him, avoiding obstacles while on auto-pilot, "Maybe they're being controlled somehow, by something or someone."
"Willard?" Something she hadn't considered, but it wouldn't be the first time they'd ever heard of someone doing something similar. Watching the tip of his tongue resting on his lip, Skye's brain fizzed for a second before she scoffed at her own rampant hormones, "...stop that."
"Yeah, only bugs instead of rats." Deeply appreciative that she not only got most of his references but threw in a ton of her own, Dean flashed her a smile before frowning, brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to stop, "What?"
"The tongue thing." Shifting in her seat, Skye tried not to look as frustrated as she was currently feeling. Getting interrupted was unfortunate, and it wasn't like she needed any more excuse to be amped up. Dean managed that well enough on his own, even without the unexpected delay in payoff, "It's distracting."
"Is it?" Slowly and deliberately licking his lips, Dean's eyes danced with amusement as he watched her squirm. And people say men were overly-excitable. Please, that was nothing compared to your average teenage girl. At least, this particular teenage girl, though to be fair she wasn't exactly average. How he'd managed to get lucky enough to find someone with a libido that so well matched his own was anyone's guess. Of course, that might just be the whole 'it's a new relationship' thing and maybe people were right when they said that part of things slowed down after marriage, but Dean was pretty sure they were full of shit, "My bad, so sorry."
"Look at that, God just killed another kitten, you big fat liar. Well, big anyway. Maybe not fat." Definitely not fat. Tilting her head to watch Dean as he made a face at her, her attention drifted from his eyes to his lips to the way his muscles moved under his t-shirt, though unfortunately his long-sleeve shirt and jacket hid more than she'dve liked. Yup, definitely not fat. God, he was pretty. Wait, what the hell was she supposed to be thinking about, because it definitely wasn't that. Oh, yeah, "There are cases of psychic connections between people and animals. Elementals, telepaths, etcetera etcetera."
"Yeah, that whole Timmy-Lassie thing." Tapping his palm against the steering wheel as his brain clicked through the possibilities, Dean missed the lascivious looks he was getting from the girl next to him, "Larry's kid, he's got a thing for insects."
"Matt. His name is Matt. You'd think you could remember that, Dean Matthew Winchester." Flipping her off at the use of his middle name earned him a grin. She knew well enough he avoided remembering he even had a middle name whenever possible. Hey, at least his wasn't 'Summer'. Her whole name was a pun. Of course, she could always change it, "I don't know, he doesn't seem like the type. He did try to scare Linda, but he really seems like a sweet kid. Maybe a little resentful and not the best parental relationships goin' on, but pretty normal."
"He could be our Willard though." Looking over at her for a second, he smiled before turning and pulling into the driveway of one of the show homes on the outer edge of the development. Holding up a finger, he popped open the driver's side door before crooking that same finger, gesturing for her to climb into the driver's seat as he slid out of the car, glancing back over his shoulder and answering the look she was giving him without her having to say anything, "What? It's too late to talk to anybody else."
"So we're gonna squat in a spec house?" Not that she really had any serious objection, it was just unexpected.
Running over to haul up the garage door, Dean waved her in as he glanced around to make sure no one saw them before closing the garage door behind them as she pulled into the garage and cut the engine. Ambling over to open her door for her, he leaned against it, offering her a hand out, "I really want to try that steam shower and you're welcome to join me."
