Panty Raid Part Duex
Chapter 9
DAWN POV
EEP! He's going for the unmentionables drawer! What do I do? They forbade me to help them and now they'll see my underwear! No way Jose! On the other hand if I get embarrassed they may not take me seriously. Maybe I should just let him do it, act like an adult. Shit. At least I brought all my good stuff. I'll act like I'm meditating. Completely unconcerned - better yet distracted - can't be embarrassed if I'm distracted. I decide to let it "unconcern" me and pretend to meditate.
Peeking out from lower lids I almost laugh out loud. Dean has managed to get a brace for my garter belt and stockings stuck to his shirt sleeve. He either doesn't realize he has a new addition to his wardrobe or is doing a really good job of being "unconcerned." Finally after the drawer is empty he turns slightly so that I cannot see the front of him and suddenly he is placing the brace into the suit case and moving on to the next drawer.
I feel a little sad because he obviously isn't interested in me if he gave ABSOLUTELY no reaction to my naughty nighty collection. Guess I misjudged his responses to me earlier. Oh well, no smoochies for Dawnie. Maybe he's got a girlfriend. Or GAY! Can't be interested if I'm not equipped with the wrong plumbing. Yep, Petty, but I feel better.
Upon returning to watch his progress I realize he has stopped and is staring at the contents of the second drawer. With dawning (haha) realization I move from my position from the bed. Somehow the look on is face and my knowledge of what is in the drawer makes this situation much more intimate that the previous few minutes. He turns to look at me and it's that look that I think I have been reading wrong. It's so - focused - just slightly unnerving (if of course I didn't grow up with a master Vamp as a babysitter) as if he is studying me. The word Prey comes to mind. Maybe that is his un-trusting face? Whatever - I stand and tell him that I'll handle that drawer.
I take Xander's old duffel from behind the bureau and placed on the bed as Dean stepped back. The first things I removed were the things spike gave to me years ago. My very own flask and lighter. Buffy nearly had a fit when she saw them. Spike told me to always keep them with me. The were enchanted, the flask could never be poisoned and the lighter would never go out. They were both inscribed; The flask was silver with scroll-work while the lighter was plain in comparison, silver with just the inscription. I kept these on my person.
I made three trips back to the drawer with Dean watching intently and kind of unnerving me. I tossed the containers of salt, lighter fluid and Holy water into the duffel then carefully placed my ammunition in the lined side pocket. I removed the hand blade's sheath and once it was strapped into its place I placed it to into the main compartment of the bag. This one would stay on my lap for the duration of our little road trip, I'll be bringing it from care to room to diner if need be. I zipped the bag and sat on the bed again silently signaling that Dean could continue.
My shoulder ached from that little bit of activity. I guess it's a good thing I wasn't allowed to help. Reaching into my right pocket I gripped the cold lighter and found a "spot" of warmth.
