Chpater Nine
Tonight
Ava
The four of us were cramped in Bobby's car. Dean sat in the back with me and Sam sat up front, claiming the back seat was hard for his long legs. I guess he didn't listen to me after all. I had my bare feet up in the seat, and I was braiding and unbraiding my hair over and over again, trying not to stare at Dean.
It was hard not to be distracted by him when I was sitting that close. I wondered if he felt the same as he repeatedly snapped my hair tie against his wrist. I noticed he hadn't taken it off.
"So what's the plan when we get to town?" I asked.
"We will do our suits routine." Sam said, "interview the locals."
"Fake FBI agents?" I asked, eyeing Dean. "Like the shit you pulled on me?"
"Works most of the time." He grunted, avoiding my gaze.
"Great. I have practice being, ya know, actual law enforcement."
"I think you, and I will be doing research, kid." Bobby said from the front seat. "We don't need all four of us surveying the town."
"So, why do I have to be on research?"
"The boys are good at what they do, and I'll need help hitting the books"
I laughed. "I found Dean out in under ten minutes, no offense." I said eyeing Dean.
"Yeah, well most locals we meet aren't like you." Dean said smoothly, almost sounding annoyed.
"Thank god for that or this car would be pretty full." I snapped, moving my feet back to the floor board. "I just don't want to be benched, because you're all afraid I'm going to get hurt."
Sam glanced back at me. "We aren't benching you. Someone has to do the research, and usually it's me. It's important to know what we are up against."
"I thought we knew..."
"We assume." Bobby said. "But we don't know. We need to know how the Vic's are connected. You're good at putting the pieces together. That's why I want you to research."
I crossed my arms and looked out the window. "Fine. You got it."
I could feel Deans eyes on me, but when I turned he was looking out the window, too, still snapping the band on his wrist.
We pulled up to the motel. "I booked you a single." Bobby said with a grunt, tossing me my key card. "I assume that's how you've been traveling."
"Yup." Dean, Sam, and I said at once.
"I'll bring my stuff inside."
"I'll meet you in a minute and we can start in." Bobby said with a nod.
Dean
When Ava was out of sight Bobby turned to me. "What were you two thinking?"
I groaned and shook my head. "Come on, Bobby. What do you want us to do, throw her out?"
"No you idgit. You're stuck with her now, but I swear if something happens to her I'll kill ya."
"Trust me, Bobby, if something happens to her I'll let you."
Sam and I made our way to our room and I fell back onto my bed with a groan. From me and the old mattress.
"Want to talk about it now?"
I didn't bother looking at Sam. I closed my eyes. "No, Dr Phil. I don't want to talk about it."
"Well then get up. We have a case to work."
"You're a thorn in my side, Sammy."
"Yeah, yeah."
We got into our suits. I tied my tie, buttoned my sleeves, and strapped myself in. The real Dean camouflaged into Agent Jacob Sampson with the FBI.
Sammy and I decided to go to the morgue first.
We held up our badges. "I'm Agent Sampson, and this is Agent Rogers. We are here investigating the deaths of Rob Thompson and Ali Becker."
"The FBI is interested in an animal attack?"
"Could be a part of a fighting ring." I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Man, in this town?"
"Can we just see the bodies." Sam said giving me a look.
The coroner slid out the trays, and sure enough their hearts were missing. Their bodies torn at as if by an animal. "Is there anything else suspicious about the case?"
"Other than their hearts being eaten?" The coroner asked.
"A simple no would do it pal." I said annoyed. "Come on, let's go."
We pushed out of the morgue. "Definitely our kind of thing." I told Sam.
"Sure looks like it."
We crossed the street back to the Impala. We had lost valuable daylight getting stuck, and waiting for Bobby. It was getting close to feeding time. I dialed Bobby's number. "Hey bobby. This is definitely our thing. Do you have anything connecting the victims?"
"Other than them being dog chow, not much."
"Great. We will look around. Call if you find anything."
"Nothing?" Sam asked.
"Nada. Let's go ask some locals."
"Which is Dean for visit a bar?"
I shrugged. "I could use beer."
Sam laughed. "Just one, we are working."
"We are always working, Sammy."
We pushed through the front door of the bar and sat at the bar rail.
The busty blonde bartender leaned over and smiled brightly at me. "Hey, cutie. What can I get you?"
"That's Agent cutie." I said, flashing my badge.
"What can I do for you Agent?" She asked, pushing her cleavage together woke her arms.
"You can start by covering that up." I frowned.
"Sorry." She said standing up.
"We are wondering about these people. Have you seen them around here?" I asked, laying out the images of the victims.
"Actually, yeah." She said picking them up. "They were regulars here. I don't understand, though, I already talked to the police about this."
Sam and I exchanged a look.
"Because they were found out back?" She asked, looking between us. "That's why you're asking, right?"
"Right." Sam said with a grunt. "Let's go check it out." He whispered to me.
I nodded and we stood. "Thanks for your time."
We walked toward the back exit of the bar. "What was the deal with you asking her to cover up?"
I looked at him. "She shouldn't be half naked serving drinks." I shrugged. "It's unsanitary."
"I've seen you have a girl grab money out of your mouth with her boobs, Dean. I don't think that's ever been a problem before now."
"I'm getting older, Sam. I can't risk herpies like I used to."
"Uh huh."
We pushed through the back door, causing a ding.
The back alley looked, and smelled like a regular back alley. Dumpster, rats, the whole nine. "Anything look suspicious to you?"
Sam was crouching. "No." He frowned. "I don't remember the article saying they were found here. Do you?"
I turned and squinted into the darkness. "No. I don't." I turned to see a flash of blonde before pain, and darkness.
Ava
Bobby had left an hour ago, saying he needed to check out a lead since Dean and Sam weren't answering. I was laying on my stomach clicking through the victims social media. I sat up and pulled the laptop into my lap when I saw that they both had a mutual friend. Holly Barnes. She was Rob's ex and Ali's friend. It was pretty obvious that Ali and Rob we're together. Every picture of them together was kissing. Except for one of the three of them, but in that photo Holly looked enraged. Her hands were fists at her side.
"Looks like a motive to me, and hearts? Could be symbolic." I took out my phone and rang Bobby. It rang five times before rolling to voicemail, I tried Sam and Dean with the same result. "Come on, boys. Where are you?"
I exhaled and slid into my shoes and coat and headed to Blue, the bar Holly worked at. I pushed through the door and looked around the room for the slutty blonde. If she was a wolf she would be changing at any time, the moon was high in the sky. My silver knife, and gun felt cool against my bare skin.
She was nowhere in site. "Excuse me." I said, waving down the bartender. "I'm a classmate of Holly's, and I was supposed to pick up my half of our project. Is she here?"
He shook his head. "She was sick so she left a few hours ago."
"Do you have her address? I'd love to drop by and get the homework. We will fail if we don't get it completed."
"Sure thing." He said, and he scribbled it on a napkin.
"Thanks!" I said, taking the address an putting it in my pocket.
I jogged out the back door and immediately noticed the droplets of blood near the dumpster. "Damn it, boys." I said, before running to Hollys house Thankfully it was only a few blocks away.
The house was small, and I didn't see any lights on, but part of me knew they were there. I circled the house and stopped at the storm shelter in the back corner of the yard. Bingo. I jogged over to it, watching my back. The yard seemed empty, quiet.
There was a light coming through the cracks in the door. I crouched down and listened for any kind of sound. No one was talking. That's either good or bad. They're either alone, or they're dead.
I pulled a bobby-pin out of my hair, and after a minute the lock on the doors clicked open. I opened the door and slowly descended the stairs, taking care for the creaks. They were definitely alone down there. The three tied in opposite corners of the room. Bobby and Dean were knocked out, but Sam looked like he was gaining consciousness.
"Sam." I said, going to him. I cut through his rope restraints. "Hey."
He blinked a few times. "Ava."
"Hey big guy, we have to hurry." I said patting his cheeks. Can you get Bobby? I'll cut Dean loose." I handed him my silver knife.
"Yeah." He nodded standing. "Ava it's the bartender."
"I know."
He went to Bobby and started to untie him. I went to Dean. I cut his hands and feet free and patted his cheeks. "Dean." I said, my face close to his. "Dean wake up." His eyes fluttered a little. "Come on, wake up." His eyes opened slowly.
"Am I dead?"
"No. You're fine. I'm here to save your ass. You and the boys club." I grinned. His eyes fluttered again, like he was about to pass out. "Nope. Get up." I pulled on his arm, flinging it over my shoulder. "Guess it's my turn to stay up all night with you."
Bobby stood up, able to shake off his sleep. "Let's get out of here." He said.
"Not so fast." A voice said from the top of the stairs.
"Holly." I said looking up the stairs. I looked to Sam for help with Dean. "You did it because she hurt you, right?"
"You don't understand." She said slowly walking down the stairs.
"I might." I grabbed for the gun in the elastic of my jeans.
"The two people I loved most in the world betrayed me. We were supposed to be together and he left me for her."
"So you turned and you killed them."
"I didn't mean to, not really. My wolf must've felt the hate." She held her chest.
"So why did you kidnap them?"
"He basically called me a slut." She pointed past me to Dean, slumped against Sam.
"Doesn't sounds like him."
"People can surprise you, trust me. Killing him will do you a favor."
"I can't let you do that." I said, resting my finger on the trigger, ready to pull it on her if she moved.
"It's not really up to you." She said, lunging forward off the stairs. In a second I pulled my gun up and shot. She landed, limp at my feet.
Sam looked to Bobby. "Let's get rid of the body." Then he turned to me. "Can you manage to get him back to the motel? We can meet you there."
"Sure, can you guys help me get him to the street? I'll call a cab." I said, sliding myself under him. "Dean." I whispered.
Sam took his other side and we got him to the street and into a cab. His head rested on my shoulder as we got back to the motel.
"He drank too much?"
"Something like that." I said, handing the cab driver some cash. "Come on, Dean." I said.
He groaned and opened his eyes. He was awake, but obviously foggy. He continued to lean on me until we reached my room. I realized I didn't have his key and I wasn't about to search through his pockets while he was so unstable. I helped him sit on my bed and I sat next to him. "How're you doing?" I asked him, shining my flash light in his eyes. His pupils were responsive.
"Ow." He complained, waving my light away.
"You're like a drunk girl." I complained.
"You are a girl." He countered.
"What gave it away?"
"You're pretty."
I smiled and rolled my eyes. "I wish you were more with it. It'd be nice to rub in this save."
"I am with it." He whispered. "You're just pretty. Thought you should know."
I stood up and took a beer from the fridge.
"Where'd she get you?"
He patted the back of his head, and I pressed the cold bottle to it. He winced but nodded. "Thanks."
I crouched in front of him, resting my hands on his knees. "I saved your life."
"You did."
"Don't ever underestimate me again." I stood, pushing off of his knees. I grabbed another beer and opened it. I took a drink.
I looked back at him after a moment. "Why didn't you go for Holly? From what I understand it isn't like you to turn down a busty blonde."
He shrugged. "I guess I just want more."
"Hm." I said, finishing the beer. I cracked open another, eyeing him.
"Do you ever feel like the world is screwed up?"
"Daily." I said.
"Ava, I.." he stood and started to fall, I reached out to grab him, but ended up shoving him back down. I came down with him.
"Dean! You're crushing me." I said, gasping.
He propped himself up, still hovering over me. "Sorry." He breathed. His head slumped a bit before meeting my eyes. "It hurts, ya know."
"Yeah." I said, touching his head. "She knocked you good."
"Not that." He sighed. "Being this close to you and knowing I can't kiss you."
"Dean..."
"I know you don't want me to talk about it, but when I was tied up in there. Before she hit me again I just kept thinking I may never see you again, and I couldn't think of a shittier way to die."
"You don't even know me." I whispered, cupping his face.
"Maybe, but I want to know more."
"This is just the head trauma, isn't it?"
"You tell me."
I bit my lip.
"You're so cute when you do that." He groaned. "It's torture, you know? Being around you. Everything you do is just so... fucking cute."
My nose winkles in annoyance and I shoved him off of me by his chest, causing him to land on his back on the mattress. "There you go again! Treating me like a little helpless girl. I just saved your ass, ya know!" I stood up, poking his chest.
"I didn't say you were helpless. I said you were cute." He propped himself up on his elbows. "You are. You're also smart, daring, and unbelievably sexy, Ava." He drawled our the word sexy, and then my name rolled off his tongue like it was meant to be there. Holy shit.
"And what if it is a fever dream?"
He sat up all the way. "Then we can forget about it when we wake up."
"You day it like it'll be easy."
"It won't. But one night is better than nothing. If you want it."
I bit my lip again. I definitely wanted it. "Until the sun comes up, Winchester. Then things are back to normal. No more flirting. No more fighting. No more keeping me off cases." I walked to him.
"I like it when you're bossy." He said with a grin. He seemed to be feeling better.
"Shut up." I said resting my palm on his chest.
"Yes mam." He said pulling his arms up. He cupped my face and pressed his lips against mine. I melted into him, my lips parting, allowing his tongue to touch mine. He moved his hands from my face, and ran them down my back, gripping my thighs and ass in his hands. I groaned against him and I felt his mouth turn up into a smile. His hands slid into my shirt, feeling over my stomach and around to the skin on my back. His fingers were like electricity against my skin.
He kissed from my lips on my jaw, and down my neck. He nibbled against my skin but not enough to leave any marks. There would be no breaking our rules. I tugged at his shirt and he lifted his arms so I could pull it off of him. I pulled my face back to examine his chest. He had a tattoo, a circle with a design in the center. I touched it with gentle fingers.
"It's so I won't get possessed." He explained.
He was strong. It was obvious by the muscles that rippled below his skin. By the scars that littered his chest. From cuts and bullets he won in battle. I reached forward to press my lips against them. He shivered against my lips and I smiled.
He ran his fingers along the hem of my shirt, and pulled it up and over my head. "You're beautiful." He commented, taking in my body.
"You've seen me before." I said shyly, thinking back to him pulling my stitches out.
"I was being respectful then." He said with a devilish grin.
He pulled me against him and with one flick my bra was loose around my skin. I wiggle out of it and pressed my bare chest against his. He pulled me closer, needing me as much as I needed him.
The job was exhausting, it was painful, terrifying. I got the feeling that he's been lonely for a long time. Not tonight. I can break my rule for tonight.
He flipped me over and hovered over me, taking everything in. I wanted to feel self conscious, but there was nothing but desire and adoration in his eyes. He kissed from my lips down my chest, and stomach. He unbuckled my jeans and pulled them down.
I eyed him, and he grinned unbuckling his own pants. We were on equal ground he climbed on top of me our bodies touching. He reached a hand out and brushed a hair out of my face. "Thanks for saving my life."
"Ditto."
I said with a smile.
"You're not gonna thank Sam like this are you?"
I pursed my lips. "Are you?"
"Let's stop talking about Sam."
"Good idea." I said with a smile, bringing his lips back to mine.
I knew it was a bad idea. It could mess up everything. It probably would, but his hands and lips on my skin made me feel more alive than I'd felt in a long time.
My back arched as his hand slid under the black lace. He chucked low. He was unbelievably sexy. He rolled my underwear away and tossed his next to mine. I opened my eyes, and I knew in that moment that he would never hurt me. I could see it in his eyes. He was a killer. He fought monsters, shot first and asked questions later, but he was gentle, too. The people they love die. Bobby's words echoed in my head. Love.
"Come back to planet earth." He whispered in my ear. "You're here with me." He smiled, and leaned into my lips. Our lips pressed together tenderly. It was slow, and gentle. Not what you'd expect from Dean Winchester. I opened my eyes and nodded to him. He put his hand under the small of my back, arching me upwards as he slid into me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and stared into his eyes. I knew we could fight it all we wanted, but something changed between us. It was more than sex. It was more than the threat of death. Maybe it didn't have a name, or maybe I just wasn't ready to say it out loud yet.
"Dean." I whispered, pressing my forehead to his.
"Ava." He whispered back.
"I..."
He cut me off with a kiss, not letting me set fire to our moment. He was right, after all. One night was better than nothing.
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Alright y'all! That was a long one. Hope you enjoyed :) things are heating up and I'm excited!
