-Chapter 8-
"What are you doing here?" Agent Kenning asked her, sounding more shocked then angry.
"Who the hell are you?" Lydia snarled back. "That thing, that ghost, you knew what it was! You were out here looking for it." She was yelling.
"Stop, just stop yelling." He sounded exasperated and it was more frustrating to her than if he'd been angry. He finally approached her, reaching out and taking her elbow to lead her back to her car, parked behind the vintage car that he drove. "Go back to the library."
"Don't you tell me what to do!" She ripped her arm out of his grasp, spinning on him. "You aren't even a real FBI agent. You don't have any right to tell me what to do!" She jabbed him in the chest with each word, trying hard not to think about how firm and muscular his chest felt under her finger.
"You're right. Okay, you're right. Just," He reached out again, taking both of her arms in his hands and holding her out at arms length. "go back to the library, I will be right behind you and I will explain everything. It's not safe for you to be out here."
"And it's safe for you?" She was still yelling, anger filled every part of her. He'd lied to her, used her for information, made her feel like an idiot, and now he was ordering her around like she was 4 years old.
"We know what we're doing, you don't." He sighed. "I will follow you back and we can talk all of this out but you have to leave." She glared at him, waiting for the right words to come to her.
"Please." He added. He's eyes held a look of genuine concern and she faltered for just a moment.
"Fine. But I swear if you don't show up with in ten minutes of me parking my car I'm calling the cops and telling them you're a fraud. Got it?"
"Got it." He said.
Still angry, Lydia walked purposefully around his black car and to the driver side of her own Volkswagen. Slamming the door, she ripped out of the parking lot, seeing the former agent pull his phone out of his leather jacket and hold it to his ear before getting in the car.
She speed down the canyon road, her thoughts a swirling vortex of anger, confusion, and victory. She had been right. Ghosts were real, and if ghosts were real, so was any number of the other things she'd studied. But these men had lied to her about who they were, used a fake rank to get her to feel comfortable enough to tell them her theory, and then made her feel like the village idiot.
"He blinded me with those stupid green eyes and that straight jaw and..." She trailed off, realizing she was yelling at her steering wheels as she pulled up to Santa Maria and turned toward Broadway. "I'm so stupid."
Whipping her car into her assigned spot in the parking lot she threw the door open and slammed it promptly shut behind her. Her hands were shaking and it caused her to struggle with the lock on the door. She'd only just unlocked the door and shut the alarm off when the roar of his engine drifted into the lot and he parked beside her car.
He got out of the car calmly, lopping up the stairs to her at his own pace. Her rage reignited as she realized what little effect her anger was having on him.
"Take your time." she said with a growl, heading up the stairs to her desk by the stacks. Not bothering to turn the lights on as she went, the emergency running lights on the stairs and upstairs walls were giving off enough dim light to get up to her desk. Dropping her purse unceremoniously she spun on the stairs and crossed her arms, waiting for him to get up the last few.
"So?"
"So." He snapped back, seeming a combination amused and annoyed.
"Is Kenning even your real name."
"No, I'm Dean. You also met my brother Sam." The word brother threw her off guard for moment, they hadn't really looked like brothers. As she sorted through that thought Dean continued.
"We're hunters. Monster hunters."
"And yet you spent your whole visit here to convince me that I was crazy." She was yelling again, she felt in her throat more than she heard it.
"Yeah, I did. To keep you out of the way."
"Out of the way! I have spent years of my life familiarizing myself with the lore. I'm a big girl, I could take care of myself."
"Like hell you could. That ghost would have dropped you in seconds."
"Well thank God that you were here to save me." she mocked, throwing her hands up in praise. "You don't even know me. How are you supposed to know that you can save me from something when you weren't even sure what it was?" She was trying to upset him, poking at the fact that they'd be trying to get her to tell them what kind of creature they were hunting.
"I know that you followed us out there in heels! How smart can you be to go traipsing out in the boonies looking for monsters in five inches heels!" She knew he was just trying to do the same thing she was, bait her, but it hit home all the same. She felt her face flush with fresh anger.
"You chauvinistic, egotistical, meat-head!" She was stomping over to him, closing the gap between them with her fists clinched.
"That's rich, coming from a spoiled, mouthy,know it all!" Dean growled back at her, his voice dropped low as he said it and a switch in Lydia flipped.
Grabbing his shirt in her hands, she pulled him against herself, one hand winding around the back of his neck to pull his mouth down to hers. Crashing her lips against his aggressively she inhaled the scent of leather and soap coming off of him and let out a soft moan against his mouth. His lips turned up in a smirk and he wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her even tighter against him.
