A.N.: So we've made it to Chapter 10 of this tale. For those of you who have been waiting for Dean and Kayla to get it on (so to speak) this is the chapter. They get to know each other, in the biblical sense. If you are young and this will scar you for life this is the 'eject button warning', do not send your therapy bills to me. LOL! Any who I don't have a ton of experience writing stuff like this so I hope you will cut me some slack. I also want to thank each and every one of you for your continued support and all of your humbling reviews. Thank you, thank you SO much.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Chapter 10
It is six o'clock when distraction tactics start to fail and edginess creeps back into the house.
Dean snaps at Sam who snaps at Dean and I try not to rip them both new ones. It's been ten minutes of banter between the two of them and every barb gets less and less funny. Talk about fighting like cats and dogs.
Weariness and fear and inactivity have us all at each other and finally when I can stand no more I get up and start to clean. The house is going to be immaculate when I bring Bailey home.
Another hour crawls by with silence settling in, it's not a comfortable silence and I think it might be worse than the bickering. Sam tries to hide the fact that his ribs ache and Dean isn't buying it at all, he finally convinces him to take half of a pain pill and get a couple hours of rest because "We go in smart or we don't go in at all."
Sam tries to look put-off as he downs the pill, but he really looks something close to grateful, drifting off within fifteen minutes.
Dean smiles and affectionately ruffles the chestnut hair.
"Kid's as stubborn as an ox."
Just like his brother. I think.
His back is to me as I rise up from the couch.
"Can I do anything to help?" I ask, hoping he says yes and gives me something, anything to do.
"You should get some rest too. We got a big night coming up."
"Couldn't sleep if I wanted too, my whole body is like on hyper alert."
He chuckles, turning to face me.
"Yeah, I know the feeling."
The tension builds steadily in the room until I flee it, making up some stupid excuse about towels that need to be folded.
He gives me five minutes before he follows me into the laundry room, watching me as I perform the mundane task.
"Kayla," he starts.
He's scared. An emotion I feel he probably isn't very familiar with. For me? For him? For Sam?
"I just want to let you know, that I don't know how I can ever thank you." I begin. "I would have died if you and Sam hadn't have showed up when you did and I," my words start to stick together.
"If anything happens to me, promise me you'll get Bailey out. Promise me that you'll save her."
He's at my side in an instant. "Nothing is going to happen."
"I'm not an idiot Dean, I know that there is a possibility that…"
"Okay yeah so there's a possibility, but it's not going to happen Kayla."
"I'm not some little girl who believes in fairy tales dammit," there are impassioned tears running down my cheeks. "I know this is a nightmare and if anything happens,"
"Kayla,"
"Promise me!" I shout, needing his word like I have never needed anything before in my life.
His hands are on my cheeks, brushing away the tear tracks there. "Okay, if it will make you feel better, I promise."
It does. Instantly the stone weighing in my heart fades away. All that there is now is me and Dean.
"It's one I won't need to keep though." And he sounds so sure, so cocky, so Dean that I pray with everything in me he is right.
His hands still haven't moved from my face and I'm sure he can hear the throb of my heart between us.
"Your call." He says, voice rough.
I look up at him, raising my hand to stroke his cheek.
"You sure?" he asks, one last time to back out, back down, change my mind.
Every moment we have had plays out in my mind as his hazel eyes darken. Hell yes I was sure.
This kiss is very different than the others we have shared, it's frenzied and rushed and he's backing me into the dryer, both of us letting out a broken laugh when it buzzes behind us. His lips are hungry on mine, mine are equally ravenous on his, we are kissing like we can't breathe unless we are connected at the lips, his hands planting themselves in my hair, mine clawing into his jacket.
The jacket comes off; he kisses the pathway of my jaw before moving back to my lips. I run my fingers along his arms, frantic to get to more of him.
"Dean," I breathe as all motion stills between us.
He pulls back to look at me and I suddenly feel like he is staring right into my soul.
I feel more exposed than if I were naked in front of him.
"What is it?" I ask, afraid I won't like the answer.
He doesn't answer me, not with words anyway, he just lowers his head back down to mine and kisses me again, but this time there is immense tenderness and caring and something on his lips that tastes like the beginning of love.
The kisses are slower, but full of much more than want or need. Full of something I have never felt before. His mouth lingers on the split in my lip, caressing that particular spot. His hands are gentle in their endeavor and they end up on the small of my back, fingers flexing into the skin. My arms wrap around his neck, one hand playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
I try to kiss him back with the same feeling as he is giving me, and the message our lips and bodies are sending is hello and goodbye and all the things we don't have the time to say. As his lips land on a pulse point in my neck I let out a soft gasp, even more so when his teeth scrap against the flesh.
My fingernails tighten into his back, marking crescent moons into the tanned skin.
He grunts in response as I shed his shirt from his body. My hands can't get enough of him as they slide along his belly.
He seems to think it is only fair that I return the favor as he nudges my shirt up and over to join the pile at our feet.
His eyes devour my form, his hands already working to free my pants.
This is really happening I think as my fingers pull his waistband towards me.
We clunk together with an awkward chuckle his hands catching on mine.
"Oh sorry," I mumble, my breasts flush up against his chest.
He breathes and the friction on my bra makes my breath hitch.
His lips purse like he is about to ask a question and I can't take it one more second. I reach up to grab his lips in a bruising kiss.
His mouth is only startled for a second before he returns the attack. His tongue does a quick sweep of my mouth and I only just manage to bit back the moan that lays in wait in my belly.
He pulls away with a challenging grin as I lean forward and take one of his lips in between my teeth.
He hisses in response and grabs the back of my head to crush our faces back together. His tongue is velvet fire on mine and want starts to wind through all of my limbs as I feel my pants fall to the ground.
I follow his lead and wiggle his down to the ground as well as we both almost trip in our haste to claim one another.
He kicks his pants across the room with a frustrated grunt before yanking mine away with one quick motion.
There are very few articles of clothing left to mask the heat billowing between us.
"Kayla," he starts the word husky and stuttering on his amazing lips.
I can't respond, can't do anything but mold our bodies back together and sigh in relief when he finally unclicks the back of my bra and my bare breasts can rest again his body.
We find purchase on a wall as my bra is flung away from us. I make mewling noises of content that I would be otherwise embarrassed as hell about as he kisses me as his hands playing with the top of my panties.
His palms suddenly shift to cradle my breasts and it's all I can do to stay upright and conscious with the delicious waves of lust blurring my vision. My head falls back as his mouth takes possession of one of my nipples, his other hand kneading and squeezing and bringing me to a state of quivering vulnerability.
He snags one of the folded towels from the dryer and tosses it down as we both go crashing to the floor. His hands travel the expanse of my body, mouth following where his fingers have just traveled. I catch his earlobe with my teeth and worry it gently.
"Fuck," he groans, the bulge in his boxers twitching up against my thigh.
I nod curtly unable to verbally communicate that I completely agree.
His fingers end up in my hair, tangling in the locks as we grind and our last vestige of clothing inches closer to joining the rest of the wardrobe graveyard about the room.
His palms lie gently on my wrists as he kisses me again.
Flashes of my wrists being gripped and held down fly through me as I heave for air.
He leans back and away from me, taking his hands with him.
"I," I stumble over my words, body caught in a tug of war between want and disgust. "I'm sorry."
I screw my eyes shut unable to deal with the pity I know is on his face.
I'm startled into tears when Dean traces the tips of his fingers very lightly down my face as his other hand reaches over to cover me with one of the fallen towels.
"We don't have to do anything Kayla," his thumb brushes at the wetness that trails down my cheek. "It's okay."
It's so far from okay I want to scream. He is here and wonderful and had saved me and I want this so bad.
I want him inside me and around me and with me.
I can feel the warmth leaving me as he shifts to get up and I know that if I let him leave now I will never have this chance again.
"Dean, wait!" I cry out sounding much more desperate than I want to.
"Kayla," he begins his back turned towards me. "I get it okay. I understand."
I jump to my feet and reach out for his hand. "No, you don't. You don't understand, but that's okay. I wouldn't want you to."
He turns back towards me and I see desire light up his eyes before he looks to the ground in guilt.
I guide his hand back to my body. "Touch me." I whisper, fingers intertwining into his. "Talk to me."
"Kayla," he starts with a shake of his head.
"Kiss me. Make love to me; make me know without a shadow of a doubt that it's you Dean. You and no one else." I urge rising on my toes to hide a kiss underneath his jaw.
He swallows hard and then looks down at me. "Okay," he murmurs as he presses us back together. "Okay."
All at the once the fire is back in the room as he encircles me in his arms. I can feel the cold outline of his amulet pressed between my breasts. Our heartbeats run rapidly and I can feel his need in every touch as finally the last barrier between us is tossed to the side.
His body is a work of art, scars and injuries mar his skin in zigzag patterns all over. I can't help but gape and gasp and make an almost whimpering sound as I stare at his magnificence. Made all the more beautiful by knowing him.
I feel shy as he takes in all of my features as well as I fight the urge to cover my less than perfect body and flee the room.
Again as if he can read my mind he states. "Goddamn Kayla."
"Back at you." I retort, my voice rough.
We stand like that for a few more seconds, reveling in the feel of seeing and being seen and then as if pulled together by some magnetic force we are back together bodies folding as we head back towards the floor.
Air is huffed out through gritted teeth and curses and reverences and downright gibberish pour from my mouth as he thrusts in time with my pulse. Every stroke brings me closer to the edge as Dean mumbles things like "beautiful" and "awesome" and even the occasionally impressed "son of a bitch."
His arms are placed on both sides of my body, pillars of strength and masculine power and yet somehow when he touches me I can think of nothing but how gentle he is.
His toes keep flicking mine as the gyrations pick up and he sweeps back sweat soaked hair that keeps finding its way to my forehead.
His mouth never leaves mine for long and every kiss and touch makes me ache for more. My fingers glide through his hair as I notice that his entire body is covered in sheen of sweat as well, making his skin glisten. He thrusts his hips harder and the sweet and powerful burst I feel pool in me makes my eyes flutter.
"Kayla?" he questions.
"I'm fine. Don't stop." I grind out. "Seriously, I'll kill you if you stop."
Dean chuckles. "Yes ma'am."
It is only a handful of minutes later when Dean's whole body starts to tighten up and I can feel myself hold back my release with every stroke of him inside.
He rocks my body into his and catches my lips once more as my legs go up around his waist.
With one last nudge forward he plunges all the way into me, filling me to the hilt with a gasp.
"Dean," I mutter as his hips rock forward.
He can't answer his face pulled tight in anticipation of his release.
A spasm runs through me and with one joined cry we both plummet over the edge and into blissful oblivion.
I feel dazed and stunned and like I'm living inside some sort of fantasy. My legs are full of pins and needles and my brain floats as if on the edges of a happy dream.
My head is pillowed against Dean's chest his arm flung around me in a lazy embrace. He smiles as he leans his head towards me his face relaxed and happy for the first time since I've known him.
I try and push my hair away from my face and I know I must look flushed and gross.
His expression turns tender as he places his lips to the top of my head. "Knock it off Kayla. You know you look great."
I snort. "No, I know youlook great."
Dean stretches out on the towel as he pulls me closer. "Fine, we both look great. Now is your ego fed yet? Can I pass the fuck out now?"
"Yeah," I laugh curling into his chest. "We both can."
"Sleep tight Kayla."
I laugh softly. "You too Dean. Sweet dreams."
And they are.
We don't use anymore words as we head back into the living room. What else can be said? What else needs to be said?
He checks on Sam, before sitting back down on the loveseat. I stand unsure of what to do with myself. Dean holds one hand out to me and I'm suddenly positive that he is the type of person who says so much more with actions than words. I take it and he pulls me to his chest both arms wrapping around me in a protective vice. He breathes into my hair and I breathe in his scent (a mixture of gun powder and leather) and before I know it we are both nodding off.
The soft alarm of my cell phone wakes me up and when I go to grab it I forget exactly where I'm at and have to work to attempt to untangle myself from his limbs. And Sam, who is completely lucid now stares down at us with amusement.
Dean wakes up slowly, pushing up on his elbows and favoring me with a lopsided smile. He eyes Sam with disdain muttering, "Take a picture, it will last longer."
Sam's whole face turns red and then he sheepishly scratches the back of his head before shuffling his feet away.
I'm still trying to separate my body from his with as little awkwardness as possible when Dean's eyes slide over to the clock off to the right. 10:45pm.
His face is back to the face of a hunter as he moves me off to the side. "It's go time."
Time goes too fast after that, every second slipping through my fingers; we are loading up duffel bags and checking weapons. We have ten minutes and I walk every room in the house hands running along all of the surfaces, afraid this is the last time I will be here, doing this. I've written a letter to Bailey, stuck it on her bed, sent up a quick prayer that she won't ever have to read it.
The boys are standing side by side, looking like soldiers, looking like warriors.
"Is it time?" I ask, surprised at how dead my voice is.
A simultaneous pair of bobbing heads. "Yeah, it's time."
I cock the hammer back at the gun and grin at them. Feeling much more badass than I know I even have the ability to be. "Let's do this."
In the car Dean reminds Sam and I that with the Tascona out in the open it's got the advantage and to only take the shot if we are sure it won't take us out in the process.
I'm scared, but oddly at peace as Sam and Dean talk in the front seat.
"How are your ribs?" Dean asks.
"They suck, but I'll be alright. Thanks." Sam shoves his older brothers' shoulder for just a second.
"If things get bad Sam, hit the ground, seriously don't try and be a hero." he mutters.
"Yeah and let you have all the fun." Sam chuckles.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
And that sounds like I love you as much as anything I have ever heard.
I settle into the back seat with a smile, letting the rumble of the Impala lull my away from my fears, if only for a second.
Deans jerks the wheel to the left as we pull off to the shoulder and then we are out of the car.
"We'll have to walk the rest of the way if we don't want to draw attention to ourselves," he says in way of an explanation.
"Oh," I breathe, stuffing the gun they have provided me into the waistband of my jeans. "Makes sense."
Dean shifts the duffel bag higher on his shoulder, handing the letter opener to his brother.
I watch both of them as if in a daze, following them into the dark entrance of the park.
"If you can get to Bailey, then get your ass back to the car and wait for us." Dean is at my side.
"Yeah, let me and Dean take care of the rest." Sam is on my other side.
I need them to know, I need to tell them... "I don't know what I would have done without you guys," I pause and a flash of white teeth from two pairs of mouths is what greets me.
"It's just part of the job description." Dean smirks as Sam nods.
"Cut the crap and just let me say thank you already." I groan.
Both of them fall silent.
"Thank you. For everything."
Deans and Sam speak in unison once more. "You're welcome."
Dean's head goes down first. "So are we done with this chick flick moment, or what?" He brushes past me and takes the lead.
Sam laughs softly muttering something about "He's hopeless." and flashes a smile in my direction.
I feel like we've been walking in circles and a quick glance at my watch shows it's eleven thirty five. We better find Bailey soon or...
My thoughts are halted in my head as I walk right into Sam's broad back.
"What is?"
"Shh." Sam hushes me, crouching down.
Dean is on his knees too and pivots to face both of us.
"Well good news is the bastard can't have a lot of backup when the ritual is performed. This particular demon likes it nice and private, so it looks like it's just him and one of his flunkies. The bad news is the Tascona is an even meaner looking son of a bitch when it doesn't have a roof trapping it."
He shakes his gun free from his pocket and casts his eyes back to in front of him.
There is a thunderous crash from above us and lighting flashes in the sky and I can see just past Dean... to the tree that my terrified sister is tethered on.
My heart ratchets in my chest and my breath hisses out of me.
I don't even realize I am moving until Deans' arm is on mine.
I shake him off with little more than a grunt.
His arm immediately moves back, this time in an iron grip.
"Cool it Kayla!" He snaps under his breath.
He squeezes my arm once more and I am pulled from my almost trance like state.
"She's right there," I moan and Sam takes my other arm.
"Kayla, you have to keep a level head." Sam states.
"But Bailey,"
"Bailey needs you to stay calm."
How does he know what to say? If I had the rest of my life I still don't think I would be able to figure these two out.
Rain sprinkles from the sky and I shiver.
"Great, just flipping great." Dean mutters.
"It will give us cover." Sam says and moves past Dean to crouch behind one of the few trees in the park.
Bailey is only a couple of hundred feet away and I can hear her cries now.
The sound enrages me.
"Steady," Dean again, he must have seen my face.
I pull the gun from my waistband. "I want him Dean."
Dean nods and Sam comes back from his spot ahead of us.
"The flunky left Dean. And the Tascona is gone. I think it's about to begin."
"Bout time, I'm getting leg cramps." Dean grumbles.
"What are we going to do about the governor?" Sam inquires.
Dean looks back at me and then turns towards Sam.
"Kayla already called dibs." He states with a grin.
It's not the time, but for all I know I will never have the time again.
I crush my lips to his for just an instant as the rain begins to pour from the heavens.
Dean has surprise written on his face when I pull away. Sam gives me exasperated eyes that very clearly say 'Now seems like a good time to do that?'
"What was that for?" Dean asks.
I shrug, pushing water soaked hair out of my face. "Kiss for courage?"
Dean's smile is playful when he says. "You should be scared more often."
Sam rolls his eyes at both of us and then jerks his head in a forward motion. We follow him farther up.
Dean exchanges a look with Sam and I know it's go time when a voice calls out.
"Come on out children!"