9: You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring
It was approaching five o'clock as the group emerged from the home theater. Laughter and heavy banter filled the main living room as they discussed the film. Sam and Dean were in agreement that the 'creature' was some sort of shifter, saying that they would have ganked him easily.
"Guys, it was supposed to be something fun to watch, not something for your badass hunter brains to analyze to death!"
Kat rolled her eyes, agreeing with her sister. Maybe that hadn't been the best film choice, after all. With a little time to kill before dinner, Kat and Faye situated themselves on one of the couches while the boys took their places at the pool table. The sisters shared a look, knowing that sooner or later they would have to approach the boys about Ray's offer. After a silent battle of wills, Faye spoke up.
"Guys, I know you haven't really had time to think about our grandfather's offer, but you should be prepared for it to come up at dinner."
Dean chalked his cue, eyeing his first shot, while Sam regarded her from across the table.
"Yea, I figured as much… Whadday say, Sammy? Feel like expanding your nerd collection?"
Dean sunk his shot as Sam rolled his eyes. Dean lined up for the next shot, but it only served to break apart a cluster of balls that were in his way.
"Sure, more information is always a good thing, but what about hunting? I'm sure I can speak for Dean when I say neither of us want to be on library lock-down for an undetermined length of time."
"You got that right, Sammy. I wanna get the information we need, but I don't wanna be just sitting around."
The brothers were evenly matched on the table, shots going back and forth with no-one taking a solid lead. The girls whisper to each other as they watched. It was Kat who addressed them with a possible solution.
"I get it. We both prefer action over research any day. I don't see why you wouldn't be able to go on a hunt when something comes up. In fact, I'm sure Mom and Alice would love to have Dad and Rick home some."
The boys seemed to consider it as their game came to a close. Dean had gained a small lead over Sam, with only one stripe left on the table compared to Sam's three solids. Dean sunk his final ball, lining up to take the winning shot.
Just as he pulled his cue back to strike, Michael and Maddie made their way into the living room, arguing loudly over who had done better on the obstacle course. While Michael may have age and size to his advantage, books were more his speed. Maddie on the other hand was quick and athletic. They both knew that she had beaten him fair and square, but he wouldn't admit it.
"Son of a bitch!"
Dean missed the shot, the cue ball going wide right of the eight ball that was perched on the edge of the corner pocket. He glared at the new comers as Sam got ready to take his turn.
"As long as we can get out a little, I don't see a problem."
The girls nodded, a little excited that the Winchesters would be staying for a while. Maddie had taken a seat between her cousins as Michael made his way to the brothers to watch the end of their game.
"Don't see a problem with what? And I've got the winner."
Sam and Dean agreed. There is no such thing as too young to learn to hustle. With one ball left on the table, Sam missed his shot, giving Dean one last opportunity at victory.
"Sam and Dean are going to be staying a few days to gather some information to take home with them."
Kat responded for the boys while she braided Maddie's long, ash brown hair. She knew Michael would be excited, but she hadn't quite figured out Maddie's reaction to the brothers. She was so quite when they were around, which was not like her at all.
"That's awesome! Maybe y'all can give me a few pointers, if you have time."
This time, Dean sunk the eight ball, pumping his fist in the air. Sam simply rolled his eyes and handed Dean the twenty he owed him. Gathering the balls, Michael racked them to prepare for the next game.
"No problem. We will set something up. But first, a lesson in pool… You ready, kid?"
Michael nodded with a grin as he took Sam's cue. Dean broke while Sam perched on a stool in the corner. The boys talked amongst themselves as the game continued. Faye and Kat, however, were watching Maddie closely.
"Hey, Mini Me… What do you think of Sam and Dean? You're always so quiet around them."
Maddie blushed as she glanced between her cousins and the boys playing pool. She shrugged her shoulders, refusing to make eye contact with either of the older girls. Kat finished braiding her hair, adjusting herself so she could see Maddie's face. Faye watched her cousin suspiciously before speaking.
"Kat… I believe Maddie here has a little crush on our guests."
Maddie stared a hole into the floor, doing her best impression of a tomato, but didn't deny her oldest cousin's allegations. Kat stifled a laugh at her discomfort.
"Is that it M? I mean we get it… they're pretty cute. I'm sure we both had similar reactions to meeting them."
Kat spoke quietly, not wanting the boys to overhear. Surprised that the older girls were admitting to being affected by the brothers, Maddie gawked up at her. Sensing where the conversation was going, Faye took the opportunity to move them somewhere a little quieter.
"We're heading outside for a bit… let us know when dinner is ready."
A chorus of acknowledging grunts was the only response they received as they exited through the back doors of the den. Once out on the patio, Faye and Maddie sat in the swing while Kat perched in one of the rocking chairs across from them. With their new found privacy, Kat and Faye gave Maddie a rundown on their first meetings with the brothers. As they spoke, Maddie became more comfortable, promising her cousins that she would try to open up around the brothers.
It wasn't long before the three males joined them on the patio. Michael trailed behind an amused Sam and a triumphant Dean. It was obvious that the game had not gone in Michael's favor. They situated themselves in the remaining chairs as Michael spoke, letting the girls know that dinner would be ready shortly. Kat took the initiative to confirm her suspicions regarding Michael's loss to the eldest Winchester.
"So how was the game, boys?"
Dean flashed her a bright smile while Michael hung his head with a scoff. She hadn't really meant to rub it in, but she couldn't help herself. Dean's answer surprised her.
"Kid's got some skills. With a little work, he'll be able to hustle just about anyone. If you're as good of a hunter as you are at pool, you'll go far in this life."
Although he tried to hide it, Michael was obviously pleased with the praise from the eldest brother. Being the only boy, he rarely had the opportunity to associate with other males outside the family. Before he could respond, William emerged from the door off the dining room to summon the group for dinner.
With the majority of the large family under one roof, dinner was a boisterous gathering. As expected, Ray jumped right in, questioning the brothers on whether or not they had considered his offer. Dean responded on their behalf, letting everyone know exactly what their intentions were for their stay. Once business discussions were taken care of, Rick and Ray Jr. entertained everyone with old hunting stories and jokes.
Kat snuck a few glances at Dean, seated to her left, throughout dinner. He and Sam were both laughing and carrying on with her family, like they belonged there. It sent a pang of guilt to her heart, knowing how their family had ended up. While it was none of her business, she assumed that they never had any moments like this. She could only hope that, eventually, they would come to see this family as their own.
Towards the end of dinner, while she was sneaking a peak at him telling a story, Dean managed to catch her glance. He flashed her a soft smile as he spoke. The hand that had been resting on his thigh crept toward her, landing on her own and giving a light squeeze before assuming its former resting place. She smiled in return, trying not to let on what had happened.
All too soon, everyone was finished eating and returning their dishes to the kitchen before going about their business for the night. Kat and Faye took their place in the kitchen to assist with dish duty. Once they were done, they found the brothers speaking quietly to one another in the dining room. The boys turned, smirking at them as they entered.
Sam approached Faye, leading her only God knows where, leaving Kat and Dean alone. Dean took her hand, ushering her through the door to the patio. Once outside, she lead him towards the far corner of the backyard to one of her favorite spots next to the pool. On the far side of the pool area stood the small pool house.
She walked inside, grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge before returning to Dean. She found him reclining on the large bed swing as she approached. He took the beer she offered and grasped her hand to guide her to sit next to him. She nestled close to his side, his arm draping casually over her shoulder as they sipped their beers in comfortable silence.
"Thanks again for coming, Dean. Everyone really likes you and Sam."
"No problem. Honestly, we were kinda curious about how all this worked."
She laughed lightly at him, knowing that the way they did things seemed a bit strange to traditional hunters. Not to mention that, once all together, the family could be a bit overwhelming. She gazed at him, sitting up a little in his embrace. She leaned across him, setting her empty beer on the ground next to his previously discarded bottle. As she attempted to return to her previous position, he reached his hand up, cupping her face gently.
She grinned at him, leaning down and pressing her lips to his in a quick kiss. As she pulled away, he smirked at her. Before she could fully process what was happening, he pulled her face to his, crashing their lips together.
The kiss started slowly, but the fire burning between them was all consuming. He pulled her closer as he rolled to his side, all but wrapping himself around her. She was completely consumed by him. His scent invaded her nose, his taste overwhelmed her, and his hands seemed to be everywhere all at once.
Her hands moved from gripping his firm biceps to clutching his head, deepening the kiss. He groaned his approval into her mouth, sending a small shockwave to her core. One hand trailed down her back, gripping her ass, as the other held her shoulders tightly against his chest. In a quick move, he rolled himself atop her.
One of her legs hiked over his hip, while his knee pressed tightly between her thighs. She arched against him at the friction the swift movement created. As the kisses continued, he wound one hand into her long hair, the other trailing down her side to push under the hem of her shirt, seeking warm skin.
She couldn't help herself, like she was under some sort of spell. Her hands slid down from their place in his hair, fingertips trailing lightly along his jaw and down his throat. He pulled his lips away from hers, only to place open mouth kisses along her jaw, moving to her ear. As he nibbled on the soft lobe, her fingers continued their trail south, ghosting over his chest. Reaching the tail of his t-shirt, she tugged it up and over his head, craving more of his flesh.
Resuming his conquest of her mouth, he grinned into the kiss as she ran her hands appreciatively over his bare chest. He gripped her thighs, pulling both legs around his waist as he ground himself into her. She mewled in delight at the new sensation, digging her fingertips into his biceps.
Rocking backwards, he pulled her up to sit in his lap. She ground herself down on his rapidly growing erection as he pulled her shirt over her head. His kisses trailed from her mouth, down her throat, to her collarbone where he nipped her lightly. Her small, breathy laugh was music to his ears.
He returned to her mouth, unable to stray long. The kiss became languid and primal as their hips rolled together. His hands gripped her tightly, guiding her, as her fingers grasped his shoulders. Her soft whimpers a gentle contrast to his distinct grunts. They were completely lost in each other, so much so that the two trained hunters failed to notice their company.
"Whoa… way more than I needed to see, sis! Pull it together, we have a job."
Startled, Kat and Dean snatched away from each other's lips. She flushed deeply, ready to throttle her sister for interrupting them. And, judging by the way Dean clutched her waist, refusing to let her go, he was just as agitated as she was. Hoping to placate him with the promise of continuing, she placed a light kiss to his jaw as she slipped out of his embrace. She regarded Faye with a heated glare, pulling her discarded shirt back over her head before she spoke.
"Great timing, Faye… this better be fucking important."
Faye rolled her eyes at her sister. She knew Kat was going to rip her a new asshole once they were alone, but the job was the job. She explained that they would be rolling out the following morning for your standard salt and burn in Alpharetta, GA. Muttering an apology for interrupting the couple, Faye bid them goodnight before disappearing into the dark.
Dean sighed heavily as he turned back to Kat, pulling her into his arms. She laid her head on his chest, soaking up his warmth despite the muggy July air. He kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering for a moment, before he spoke.
"Guess we'll have to raincheck for the rest of the show."
She grinned at the obvious disappointment in his voice, pressing her lips firmly to his still bare chest. If she didn't have to get a move on early, she felt as though she could stay right there, next to him, all night. Sitting up, she grabbed his hand pulling her with him. He tugged his shirt back on as they made their way inside.
Once they reached the third floor, he stood outside her door before telling her goodnight. He pulled her back into his arms, and she melted against him. Tilting her head, she placed a light kiss against his throat. He was moving to take her lips in his once more before the look in her eyes stopped him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.
"What is it?"
"I understand if you don't want to, but I was wondering if you would like to stay with me tonight… no funny business though."
He smiled softly at her as he opened her door. Placing a soft kiss on her lips, he promised to return after he showered and changed. She beamed at him as he made his way across the hall. She went straight to her bathroom for a quick shower as well.
Once she emerged from the bath, she pulled her wet hair into a braid and dressed in a loose tank-top and boy shorts before climbing in bed to wait on Dean. A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on her door, followed by it cracking open to reveal him. She suppressed her smile as she took in his appearance. He was dressed in a t-shirt and sweat pants while his hair, still damp from his shower, was sticking up in every direction. She pulled back the covers, motioning for him to climb into bed with her. Before he could, she gave him a disapproving look that made him pause.
"What?"
"You're overdressed, Winchester."
She pulled the covers back further to reveal her ensemble, and he couldn't help but grin at her antics. Shaking his head, he removed the shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers. She grinned, nodding her approval, finally letting him climb in next to her. As he situated himself, she reached toward her nightstand to turn off the lamp.
As she began to settle in, he tugged her to him, pulling her to lie on his chest. She propped herself up, barely able to make out his features in the dark. Leaning into him, she pressed her lips to his once more, running her tongue along his lower lip. He opened to her, deepening the kiss as their tongues explored each other.
As her hands again made their way to his hair, she climbed to straddle his waist. He gripped her hips tightly. On instinct, she ground herself against him, ripping a groan from his throat. His hands grasped her tighter, forcing her to stop with a scolding nip to her bottom lip.
"Baby, if you keep that up, you'll start something we can't finish tonight. Besides, I've already had to take care of one problem as it is."
She laughed out at that. She was immensely grateful that he couldn't see the heated blush that covered her face at the thought of Dean Winchester getting himself off in the shower. She placed another kiss to his lips before sliding from her perch over him.
"Ok, big boy. You win."
He smiled to himself as she rolled to her side, her back facing him. He snuggled himself against her, pulling one arm tightly around her waist, the other snaking its way under her pillow. She pressed back into him, gripping the hand that was wrapped around her. He placed a soft kiss against her bare shoulder. In return, she brushed her lips across the knuckles of the hand that she clutched to her breasts.
"Goodnight, Dean."
"Night."
She heard his contented sigh as he let himself relax. She couldn't help but wonder when the last time he had been able to let his guard down. She melted into his warmth, glad that he had agreed to stay with her. She was not looking forward to leaving him the next morning. With one final squeeze to his hand, which he returned, she allowed herself to drift off to sleep in his arms.
