I'm so excited people are reading my story. I have had a little trouble keeping up with the typing, as I write longhand first, so I hope the posting of the story is at a decent pace.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just playing around and having a good time.
Mia was looking through her cabinet and fridge for something to eat when she heard the shower turn on. She refused to let her mind wander to Dean's water covered body. Instead she focused on heating up the tomato soup and toasting the ham sandwiches she decided to fix for them.
Checking on Sam several times during the meal preparation, Mia sang softly to break up the unsettling quietness that had filled the air. Sam hadn't developed a fever yet and seemed to be sleeping more easily than Mia would have expected.
'Morphine must work pretty good.' She thought.
As she put the food on the small table Dean exited the bathroom quietly. Mia nearly tripped over her own feet as she caught sight of him. Recovering quickly, she settled into uncomfortable metal chair before she made a bigger fool of herself. I was hard not to focus completely on Dean's damp hair and clean skin with the smell of her strawberry shampoo and the essence of Dean mixing in the air.
"Sam didn't move much and is still cool to the touch. His leg should have some antibiotic cream and a bandage put on it soon. But I'm sure you know that. Please come, sit." She finished in a rush.
Dean smiled at her brightly, checked Sam and moved to the table where Mia was setting. He sat down easily and took a long drink of milk.
"I thought something was wrong when you stopped talking in overstuffed sentences earlier. Good to see you getting back to normal."
Dean meant what he said. Mia was so animated when she talked, it was refreshing. Focused, scared Mia was closed off. Dean definitely preferred fast talking, full of information and life Mia.
Smiling up at Dean, Mia felt her heart skip a beat. He was even yummier then she had thought. Yeah he smelled like strawberries, but boy did this guy clean up well. In the dark outdoors Mia had been unable to see his eye color, but under the bright kitchen light Dean's eyes were a moss green with golden flecks. They were perfectly dreamy.
"I talk a lot, I know. Sorry. I'm not sure why I do it. Just kick me when you need a break or have something to say. Good job on the leg by the way." Again she rushed her words.
Still smiling between bites of his warm sandwich, Dean nodded his head in thanks. He was starving and was grateful Mia had fixed him something to eat.
"Thanks for the food. You're right; I need to bandage him up."
Both adults ate in silence, not sure what to say. Mia had a million questions for Dean and Sam, but didn't want to look like a freak so she kept quiet instead. Dean wanted to know more about Mia, but it wasn't in his nature to talk so he kept quiet too. The silence wasn't uncomfortable so Mia and Dean left it alone.
Mia was the first to move away from the table with her empty dishes. Dean quickly followed suit and moved behind her at the sink. Flustered at how close he was to her, Mia turned abruptly and found herself face to face with Dean. He placed his dishes on the counter to the right and leaned forward, placing his hands on the either side of Mia. His body was almost brushing against hers as he waited for a response.
Mia gulped down a breath and looked up into Dean's eyes. She saw a hint of humor, gratitude and lust in his eyes. Mia was sure she had never been in this type of situation, but she decided to go with the flow. Dean wasn't going to hurt her and he made her feel wanted and needed in ways she could only dream of.
Dean knew he couldn't push this too far, not with Sam being hurt and in the bed right across the room. But he wanted to thank Mia for all her generosity. She had been harshly introduced to the world of supernatural freaks, saved their lives and still hadn't kicked him and Sam to the curb. This lady was something else and Dean was really digging her at the moment.
"Thanks you for everything. I can't tell you how much what you have done tonight means to me. Sam is my world and you saved him, saved me. I really have no way of thanking you enough."
His words were soft, yet totally sincere. Mia saw the tears that threatened to spill down Dean's face and her heart nearly shattered. The man before her had lived a rough life that much was obvious. Sam meant everything to him and he could have died tonight. It didn't seem to matter that he too had almost died. Mia wanted to make his pain go away.
She slowly slid her hands up his chest, stopping at his shoulders. Rubbing the tense muscles lightly, Mia stood on her tippy toes to place a light kiss on Dean's full lips. The brief taste was nearly more then she could handle. She wanted more, much more.
In a bare whisper, Mia spoke to Dean. "You almost died too Dean. I'm so glad I was able to help you both."
Dean was at a loss for words, afraid of letting Mia any closer to his heart. She could see him trying to hide from her so Mia cupped his face in her hands and kissed him again. Her lips explored his lightly, not sure how to comfort him. He wasn't kissing her back, so Mia assumed she was doing something wrong until Dean leaned into her body and began moving his lips in time with hers. She was in heaven, she had to be.
Dean gently probed her closed lips with his tongue, causing Mia to groan with pleasure. He took that as an invitation to invade her mouth. She didn't think it was possible to get any closer to Dean, but she was wrong. He wrapped her in a full embrace, his big strong arms enveloping her body completely. Mia's heart was beating so hard that she was sure Dean could feel it against his firm chest. Never in her life would she have expected a kiss to be so powerful.
Too soon it ended as Dean pulled his lips from hers. His eyes were clearer, desire overtaking the pain. Mia had no idea what to say or do so she just stood there. Dean could read the uncertainty etched across her face. She was so innocent, so trusting. Dean could take her right here and now with no struggle from Mia. Her confidence in him was staggering.
Reluctantly loosening his hold on her, Dean eased away from Mia some. He really didn't want to screw this up. Mia was a woman he would love to know better and having sex this soon was bound to cause problems sooner than later.
"Look I'm going to be honest here. I really want you right now. I mean I really, really want to strip you naked and worship your hot little body all night, but I'm not going to. As cliché as it sounds, I respect you and don't want you to hate me in the morning. Crap there I go talking too much again. See what you do to me?"
The words hung in the air for a few moments as Mia took in the meaning of what Dean had just said. As the words sunk in, she found herself laughing out loud. Dean's face crumpled in despair as he thought himself a fool for revealing himself to her. He started to turn away before Mia realized he was hurt by her laughing. She pulled him back towards her and kissed him roughly on the mouth.
"I wasn't laughing at you silly. I'm so nervous right now I could die. I've never been in this situation before, but I think you just paid me a compliment. Knowing you like me enough not to use me just for sex is nice. I really like you too and would love for you to keep me up all night, but I don't think now's a good time either. Sam could wake up at any second and that would be awkward, unless you two go for that sort of thing. I've never thought about a threesome before, but.."
Mia's rambling was cut short by another kiss from Dean. It was brief, but it stopped her from yapping on and on.
"Sam and I usually don't share, no. But thanks for that image. I really need to get his leg wrapped. Thanks for giving me something to dream about tonight."
Dean kissed her quickly as he lowered his arms and stepped away from her. Mia felt cold and lonely as he moved further away from her towards his brother. Did Dean really want to get to know her better or was he not as turned on by their little make out session as she was? Mia struggled with the idea of pushing herself at Dean or just leaving things where they set for now. Who knew sex could be so complicated?