Chapter Ten
Dean didn't dare to admit it to himself or anyone but he was happy. The last few weeks had gone by so fast at times he couldn't believe it was actually happening; it made his head spin sometimes. He didn't want to admit that he was so happy because then something was bound to go wrong. It always did.
Though Dean hadn't said anything; Sam could tell that he was happy. His demeanour had changed significantly in the time he had known Emma; he smiled more, something he had rarely done since their dad had died and if Dean ever skipped then Sam would say there was a spring in his step.
"Morning," Dean greeted as he came back for the morning. He had started to spend most nights at Emma's before returning the morning after.
"Who are you again?" Sam joked, "I don't recognise you."
"Very funny, Sammy," Dean said. "For saying that I'm not going to let you have donuts," he threw the paper bag he had been carrying on the counter before taking off his jacket and throwing it on the bed.
"I'm devastated," Sam didn't even look up from the laptop when he said that.
"Anything interesting?" Dean enquired.
"Nope, just catching up on some e-mails," Sam told him, hastily closing the computer so Dean could not read what had been on the screen.
"Whatever," Dean dismissed, knowing that Sam was not going to elaborate further. "How was your night? Mine was excellent," he grinned.
"Yeah, I could've guessed that. You goin' back out tonight?"
"Yeah, we're goin' to watch a movie. Well, maybe watch a movie," Dean grinned again; Sam found it hard to stay serious and let out a laugh. "I'm gonna take a shower."
Once the door closed and Sam heard the shower running he picked up his phone and dialled a number.
"Bobby," he greeted. "I don't think this is a good idea, you shouldn't be going in alone. Just give me a couple of days and I'll go with you… I don't know, I'll think of something to tell him… Bobby, I don't like the idea of you going in alone, it's too dangerous… Okay," he knew he had lost that argument. "But call me when you're done, I wanna know you're safe." Sam hung up the phone and tossed it on the table. Something bad was going to happen, he could feel it.
"Who was that on the phone?" Dean asked as he exited the bathroom and pulled a t-shirt on.
"I was just checking in with Bobby," Sam half-lied. He didn't want to trouble Dean with his concerns.
"How is he?"
"He's good; he was talking about goin' on a hunt."
"Anything interesting?"
"Demon possession apparently," Sam said casually; like it didn't bother him. "He said it was a simple job and that we shouldn't worry."
"But you are worried," Dean observed. Sam was not the best at keeping things from him.
"I dunno, man, I just have a bad feeling," Sam stopped trying to sound positive and told Dean his fears. "I can't explain it but there's this feeling in my stomach that something bad is gonna happen."
"Are you sure it isn't just last night's dinner?" Dean half-heartedly joked but he was unnerved by what Sam was saying. "You haven't had a vision have you?"
"No, nothing like that, I just have this feeling. I'm probably just being stupid, don't worry about it."
"Don't worry about it? Sam you're telling me that you've got a feeling that something bad is gonna happen to Bobby and you don't want me to worry. Sam, I started panicking the moment the moment you said it. We need to go and help him."
"Dean," Sam tried to calm his brother. "Bobby said he had it covered. He's doing this tonight so there's no way we could get there in time anyway…"
"Then we call him and tell him to wait."
"I tried, he said no. He's doing this no matter what we do. I told him to call as soon as he was done so all you can do is go out; watch your movie and have a good time."
"I don't like that idea I think we should go help."
"We can't do anything," Sam insisted.
"I know," Dean said in defeat. "But it don't mean I have to like the idea."
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Emma noticed that Dean was distracted the moment she opened the door and kissed him hello. She hadn't said anything because she knew that asking him when he wasn't ready would only cause him to push her away. So they had curled up on the bed together and watched the movie. It was a horror movie and although she hated to admit it she was terrified. From the moment the first moronic blonde girl had been ruthlessly slaughtered she had buried her head in Dean's chest and refused to look at what was on the screen.
Dean managed to smile at Emma's reaction. He thought it was sweet that she was so scared and he wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the warmth of her body. He was too distracted to enjoy what was happening on the screen; he couldn't help but think of Bobby and if he was okay. He had been thinking about what Sam had said that morning and it had lodged itself in his brain; going round and round until it was all he could think of.
"You okay?" Emma finally brought up the courage to ask.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah I'm fine. I just have something on my mind."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"It's nothing really," he assured her, kissing her gently. "I'm probably just being stupid."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," he said; pulling her in for another kiss, more passionately this time.
Emma brought one of her hands up to his neck and rested there while the other one moved down below his stomach. He gave a low moan as she rubbed his erection through his jeans, their lips never parting the entire time. Her hand then quickly worked at his button and zipper and she started to explore his body. Breaking the kiss; Emma's lips slowly made their way down Dean's body, starting on his neck; she moved on top of him and pulled off his t-shirt. She kissed down his torso before she reached his jeans. He arched his back and hips to help her as she slowly removed them and threw them to the ground. She and moved back up his body; retracing her previous steps until her lips were back on his.
"You are evil," he groaned.
"Don't want you to have all the fun," she grinned before Dean flipped her over so he was now on top.
"That would be bad," he whispered as he leaned in and kissed her gently. They just lay there for a while just enjoying the kiss and the feel of their body's on each other.
"This is nice," Emma told him.
"It is," Dean smiled and gently bit at her lip; causing her to give a squeak, before moving down to her jaw.
"Don't stop," she gasped. "Oh that feels good," she moaned as Dean's hand crept down her body and up her dress, caressing her thigh and pulling off her underwear. The he stopped and stood up. "Why have you stopped?" She asked; feeling slightly annoyed.
"Come on," he grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom.
She smiled as he turned the shower on and pulled off her dress and bra. They both stepped in, letting the hot spray douse their bodies. "Why are we here?"
"Change of scenery," he whispered in her ear and pushed her against the cold tiles, enjoying the shiver as her skin connected and kissed her passionately. His hands roamed over her body; his fingers caressing every single inch of her skin and turning her on in ways she never even imagined. His hands eventually came to rest on her hips and he lightly scratched her skin with his nails. He kissed her neck as he pushed into her; sucking at the sensitive flesh and softly biting, causing her to whimper with desire and she felt her knees buckle under her as she came. Dean wrapped his hands around her to keep her from falling.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"No problem," he smiled and kissed her temple.
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"You are like a machine," Emma laughed as she curled up to Dean in bed. "Do you ever stop?"
"Only if you want me to sweetheart," he laughed back and held her closer to him.
"What's that noise?" Emma asked; hearing a beeping sound.
"It's my phone," Dean said as he found his jacket and pulled his mobile out the pocket. "Sam's been calling but he hasn't left a message," he said; looking pensive. "I think I'd better go, it might be important," he climbed out of bed and looked for his clothes. "I'm sorry," he kissed her.
"It's okay, I'll see you later?" She hopefully asked.
"Definitely," he grinned and kissed her once more before he left.
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When Dean returned to the motel he found Sam pacing frantically up and down; rubbing his head with his hands and looking very scared.
"Sam, what is it, what's wrong?" Dean asked; his heart in his mouth and his stomach flipping but not in a good way like when he was with Emma. "Sam, you're scaring me."
"It's Bobby."