Chpt. 7
Dean and Sam were both silent as they walked threw the woods. Dean taking the lead with Sam trailing behind him barely keeping up. He peeks at Sam every once in a while to make sure he's ok back there. He thought he felt the slack of rope tighten a few times because Sam has almost tripped.
'Those long legs with those dam shoes are going to be the death of him.' Dean thinks, so he makes sure to slower his pace a bit.
"Hey."
"Yeah"
"I never got your name."
Dean was hesitant to tell him his real name, although lying didn't seem quit right either. He figures theres more than one Dean so it couldn't hurt. Not to mention if Sam did want to report him to the police, hes way to good, they would never find him.
"Its Dean." He says gruffly, not taking his eyes off the rough path he has mapped out before hand. There would be no hikers here, hence no problems.
"Um Dean, are there any bears or wolves in these woods?"
"I don't know. They wont be bothering us if there are, and if they do Ill take care of it."
Sam does a snort/laugh and smiles.
"Ok yeah sure, what are you going to do wrestle with it?"
Without missing a beat Dean pulls out the gun concealed in his jeans and waves it around for Sam to see. Sams smile drops and he stops moving.
'Shit, forgot about that thing.'
Dean not knowing that Sam has stopped moving continues to walk, but once the slack of rope stops it pulls Sam, making him loose his balance and falls forward hard to enough to elicit a hiss of pain and a moan. Dean turns around and runs over to Sam, putting his arms on his hands to help him to a sitting position.
"Jeez Sam are you ok? What did you hurt?" Dean was genuinely concerned. Sam turned his head away trying not to look at Deans concerning eyes and mutters "I'm fine."
Dean takes his fingers under Sams chin and pulls his face towards him, also in different directions to make sure there were no life threatening injuries, or if he hit his head on a rock or something. He has a firm grip but it doesn't hurt. He finally notices that Sams hair has shifted off to the side, finally revealing his eyes for a much better look. He looks those expression filled hazel orbs, they said 'I'm scared yet somehow I trust you' all in one.
He reaches his other hand to Sams head and starts probing for any unseen bumps, and also just to get some of that dam hair away from his face all together. Sam closes his eyes at the relaxing touch.
'Wow, hes being...gentle. Is he playing with my hair? He was looking into my eyes with such concern and care. Who the heck is this guy? Cant be much older than I am. He has really nice green eyes...I wonder if hes ever going to let go of my chin? He also has amazing lips, they are so juicy.'
Sam is brought out of his muttering thoughts when he felt eyes staring at him non-stop. He opens his to find Dean looking at him, so he stares back, not to mention he is still holding his chin so where was he supposed to look anyway...not that he was complaining.
Dean just cant help himself. His instincts start to take over and he begins to lean into a kiss, until he hears a predatory growl behind him.
*Seems like things are starting to heat up for Sam and Dean!*
