Hoping to ensnare my way slightly into Dean's little naughty mind in this chapter. You guys are awesome. Your support and praise makes this all worthwhile ;)
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SEVEN: The Thoughts that Shouldn't Be There
10 Years Ago
Blue Falls, Wyoming
"Have you ever kissed a girl?"
Sam looked up from his book, wide eyes set upon me.
"W-what?" he stuttered.
I shifted my weight further into the armchair, twirling one of my hairs absentmindedly. Sam and I were stuck in the small room of a Motel 6 while Dean had gone out to buy us dinner. Our fathers had been gone for little longer than two days, yet this generally was not a very long time to us. The most they had ever been gone was two weeks, but that was rare.
Sam was perched on one of the queen beds, laying flat on his stomach with his legs crossed in the air and pawning over a Sherlock Holmes book; his new favorite series. It wasn't even the first one in the series, yet Sam was never picky. We had picked it up for twenty-five cents at a yard sale before entering town.
"Have you?" I asked.
Sam's cheeks flushed a rusty red.
"Have you ever kissed a boy?" he demanded, choosing to answer my question with a question.
"Nope," I said. He didn't look as though he expected me to answer so willingly.
"Dean's kissed girls," he muttered. "He's kissed lots of girls."
"Dean is a lot older," I pointed out. "But I'm not talkin' about Dean. You just never seemed that—interested."
"There's more important things than kissing girls . . ." he mumbled, glancing awkwardly down at his book.
A grin curled along my lips.
"So that's a negative, isn't it?"
"Shut up," he grumbled.
"Are you gay?"
"No!"
I let out a snort of laughter that soon rose to a guffaw.
"You're the color of a fire truck!" I laughed.
"And you laugh like a pig!" he shot back.
I lifted myself to my knees, leaning forward and grinning widely.
"Don't you just want to get it over with?" I asked.
"Get what over with?" said Sam, recovering himself.
I cocked my head to the side and looked at him, wondering why my question wasn't obvious.
"Your first kiss," I said softly. Just as quickly as Sam's color faded, it shine bright red again. "I know I wish I could."
"We aren't at a school long enough for me to get to know any girls," he said solemnly.
I rolled my eyes.
"You're not getting what I'm talking about, Sammy," I said. "You already know me."
He glanced up again.
"What are you talking about?"
I jumped up off the armchair and flung myself next to Sam on the bed, making his book bounce off the mattress and onto the floor. Sam didn't take much notice but sat up a little straighter, looking over me with confusion.
"Have your first kiss with me, Sam," I said. "Just to get it out of the way."
If he had been blushing before, it was nothing compared to now.
"How can you just say that so easily!?" he spluttered.
"It's not that big of a deal," I said, frowning. "And it's not like we have a lot of chances, anyway. I'm not asking you to marry me, Sammy. It's just a kiss."
Sam hesitated, running his tongue over his lips as he looked up at me. He shifted himself into a cross-legged sitting position, scratching the crown of his head.
"What made you come up with this?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I dunno. I'm really bored."
Sam scoffed. "You're doing this because you're bored?"
"Well, I'm sick of watching Hey Arnold! reruns. We don't have to make a big deal out of it. If you're that against it, then we don't have to."
Sam bit down on his lower lip, glancing towards the motel door, then back to me.
"We don't have to tell Dean, do we?" he asked in a hushed tone.
The corner's of my lips twitched at the sound of his brother's name.
"I don't know why it would bother him, but we don't have to tell anyone. It can be out little secret."
"Dad says secrets are one of the heaviest things to bear," he said uncertainly.
"Secrets are nothin'," I said, waving an impatient hand. "Besides, this is a little secret. Not a big one."
Sam didn't look overall reassured, but not entirely unconvinced. He shifted nervously so that he leaned slightly closer to me. I tried to give him a small smile but he seemed to be over thinking the situation too heavily to take in any notice. He released a shifty breath.
I was beginning to think if I didn't take the initiative, Sam would never make the first move. But to my surprise, Sam leaned feverishly forward and pressed his lips to mine. Due to my initial surprise at his sudden movements I really didn't have time to take in how the kiss really was, yet it barely lasted four seconds.
The door opened hardly a millisecond after we had broken apart and we both turned. Dean stood in the open doorway, holding two plastic bags of Chinese takeout in each hand. His face had been arguably bright before his eyes landed on us. His expression hardened slightly as he arched a single brow.
"And what are you crazy kids up to?" he asked airily.
"Nothing!" Sam said too quickly. Dean glanced between the pair of us, hands suspended in taking out the cartons of takeout, brow arching further.
"Totally," he said. His eyes met mine and I fought to keep my face straight; I was torn between looking guilty, and straining to keep in an eruption of laughter. "Well, noodles and fried rice for you, Sammy," he continued as if nothing had just happened, placing several of the cartons on the table. "And orange chicken and steamed rice for the Kit-Kat."
"Thanks," I said as Sam and I got off the bed and seated myself down at the table beside Sam.
Sam kept glancing anxious looks over at his brother who was determinately not looking at the pair of us.
"So, um, how was your day?" I asked. Great way to break the tension.
"Fine," said Dean with a shrug. There was no way he hadn't comprehended what was going on when he walked into the room. I wasn't sure how I felt about this, but Dean seemed determinately—almost forcibly—unaffected.
Sam and I glanced at each other, then he shook his head and went back to his noodles.
.
Dean knocked three times upon the bathroom door, scratching his nose. He heard the slight movement of water.
"I'm in the tub," he heard Kat say. He smirked, looking at the doorknob and leaning against the door frame. It had been four days since Sam's and his arrival at Kat's house and so far they had been able to avoid awkward naked intrusions, so it was bound to happen eventually.
"It's Dean," he said. He heard more shifting water and possibly a small sigh.
"I'll be out in a minute," she said.
Dean stayed in the same position for a few moments before turning to face the bedroom again. Strangely, it was practically clean of personal objects apart from the photo of Sam, Kat, and him at the carnival. However, something caught his eye that was laying on the nightstand placed on the right of the bed. He moved forward to further inspect it. It was an amulet, copper in color with strange symbols surrounding an eye that looked as though it were a real emerald. The eye almost resembled some Egyptian pictures he had seen before. He then remembered where he had seen this before. His father's journal held precise detail of an amulet that was the exact shade and shape of this one. Amun-Ray, he thought it was called. Meant to fend off possessions.
He reached for it, finding that it was unusually hot at the touch, as if it had been laying in the sun for hours. The chain slipped between his fingers as he frowned at the amulet. The jewel shimmered even if the light in the room was dim, like it had something living beneath its surface.
Why would Kat have an anti-possession amulet?
The bathroom door opened and Dean almost dropped the necklace. He turned to see Kat wrapped in a cream-colored towel, her dark hair hanging in wet locks along her shoulders. Her eyes found the amulet in his hands and frowned.
"Have something to tell us?" Dean asked in what he hoped to be a joking manner.
"I like to take precautions," she said stiffly.
"And these things carry a hefty price," he said, putting it back on the nightstand and turning to look at her again, eyes mistakingly examining how short the towel was. It was remarkable even after all this time she was still completely comfortable with flaunting her body in front of Dean and Sam. Of course, in the early years Dean had been the one to take a lot of the responsibility of Kat, even before Sam was born. When she was a toddler he had bathed her, clothed her, tried to force her to eat the baby food off the spoon even if she would fling it in his face.
Yet no matter how long they had known each other, there comes a certain point in life when age makes a difference and Kat could no longer just take a bath in front of them. He remembered plainly how defensive Jack and even John got around the time Kat went through puberty, perhaps thinking that either Sam and Dean were bound to take interest in Kat once she hit womanhood.
Dean bit back on the memory of walking in on Kat and Sam in that motel room where they—from what he assumed—had their first kiss. He had never questioned either of them for it, and as far as he was concerned, the topic had never been brought up again after it.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" asked Kat, picking up another towel and rubbing it against her hair in attempt to dry it and lifting her head to look at Dean.
In her movements, the towel had shifted slightly around her chest so that it exposed a larger portion of her breast. Kat didn't seem to notice, however. Or in any case, really didn't care.
"Um," said Dean, frowning slightly at the towel before forcing his gaze away. He cleared his throat and made himself meet Kat's eyes. "We have a lead. Sorta."
Kat froze in the action of going through her wardrobe. Her back was to him so he couldn't see her expression. After a few moments she pulled out a thin crimson T-Shirt and jeans.
"Good," she said.
"Good?"
"Yeah. What is it?"
He raised his eyebrows shortly.
"Keep in your excitement, Kit-Kat. You might pull a muscle."
She casted him a sideways smile.
"What am I supposed to say? We found the demon, be still my heart?"
He chuckled under his breath.
"Nah, we didn't actually find it, but something to help us. Sam's been researching on weaknesses and it turns out the only other way of exposing it, 'sides the full moon, is spreading this nasty elixir shit on its skin. Supposed to make its skin burn. Apparently harmless to humans."
She turned away from him again, and Dean couldn't help wonder if this was because she didn't want him to read her expression.
"What's this elixir include?" she inquired.
He laughed humorlessly.
"You don't wanna know," he said.
"That bad?"
"Holy water, eye of rat, ravens feathers, dessicated wolf semen—"
"Whoa, okay. You're right," she said, stopping him in his tracks and turning to face him, her face screwed up in disgust. The expression made her nose wrinkle which was nothing short of adorable. "So, what? Are we just going to spray this stuff all over the townspeople until we get a reaction?"
"That's plan 'A'," said Dean.
"And plan 'B'?"
"This thing is like a werewolf, yeah? Goes kinda crazy at the full moon."
Edgily, she nodded. Dean couldn't imagine why she was so tense.
"Three days away," she said, biting down on her lower lip and staring absentmindedly down at the floor.
"Well, think this thing could resist the smell of fresh, glorious human blood when it's in that kind of state?" he said airily.
Her eyes lifted up to his. It was impossible for Dean to read them, but he could have sworn he detected a hint of fear.
"You're going to . . . cut yourself?" she whispered.
"Well, you make it sound so emo. But yeah. As bait."
"Isn't that a little excessive?" she asked.
"For all we know, this thing is actually killing humans. I don't know about you, but I'm not willing to take that chance."
Kat didn't answer immediately and Dean furrowed his brows. He didn't understand her unwillingness to hunt down a demon. Whether it be hurting people or not, the Kat he knew was always willing and eager to take out the next supernatural creature in line. As he recalled, she would become angry and stubborn if her father ever thought she was incapable of a certain hunting trip. Kat was always particularly fierce when it came to killing demons, perhaps because it was a demon who had killed her mother hardly a month after her birth. Not anything like Yellow Eyes who had killed his own mom, but a common, every day black-eyed demon.
"Turn around, Dean," she said suddenly.
Dean scoffed.
"What? Did I somehow hurt your feelings now?"
"No. I need to change."
Dean opened his mouth, temporarily taken aback. He realized he had nothing to say, so closed it. He breathed out his nose and and turned to face the wall. He heard her towel hit the floor. He drummed his fingers awkwardly on his leg, eyes scanning the wooden wall merely just for something to do. His eyes accidentally landed on the vanity mirror which was placed opposite to where Kat was standing. Her back was facing him, which was perhaps fortunate because otherwise she would have noticed him.
He shouldn't be looking. He should have just looked away now. Even if Dean was typically a one night stand kind of guy, he did at least have some respect for the girl that had practically been brought up as his baby sister.
Though as they both agreed, six years was a big difference. People change. Kat had somewhat lost her little sister image and now took the stance of fully grown, independent woman. If nothing else, that certainly made Dean look upon her in a different light.
She was practically naked apart from a pair of blue striped underwear that was partially dampened from the water on her body. Her wet hair was just long enough to touch her shoulder blades which—when he looked closely enough—looked to have some sort of scars spread across them. Almost like scratches. This wasn't necessarily odd, though. Dean guessed it happened to her in the six years of his absence. Though he wasn't about to ask her.
A droplet of water released from her hair, traveling down to the dip of her back and then down to her hip where it ceased into her panties. She pulled on a black bra where it gave a short snap after she hooked it and it hit her skin.
God, what the hell was he doing?
Running his hand over his face, he forced himself to look back at the wall before he really regretted peeping in on her. He wouldn't put it past her if she delivered a right hook to his face if she had caught him.
"You can look now," she said.
Oh, good to know.
He turned to a now fully dressed Kat. Her hair was drying in soft waves that gave off the illusion that her hair was shorter than it was. He gave her a short smile which she dimly returned.
"Let's go," she said. "We can go to this diner that I know of and talk over the plans."
Dean nodded.
He also wouldn't mind having a bath as well. A cold one.
