Chapter Ten

Kenny tried. She really did. She lay in bed and closed her eyes and tried to relax everything starting with her toes and working up and she thought about building brick walls and she tried counting sheep. None of it did any good, so she got up and put her robe on and wandered into the main part of the bunker. There were some comfortable looking chairs there. Maybe reading would make her sleepy. Finding something that would catch her interest was the next task. She ran her fingers over the spines of the leather clad books and finally selected one. Most of them were reference works, but a few were novels. Isaac Asimov was always good reading if a little heavy on the science side for her tastes. She liked things a little more magical; besides wizards were cool. Finding a comfortable chair and settling in, she began to read.

When Dean heard Kenny's door open and footsteps going down the hall, he gave her a few minutes. She might be going for a midnight snack. He followed her and watched her choose a book from the shelves and settle into a chair and begin to read.

Thinking back over the last day or so beginning with Kenny's phone call all of his protective instincts had been firing at full blast. Dean knew she was safe in the bunker with the door locked, but still hated leaving her there by herself. He really wasn't used to having to worry about someone, except for Sammy. And Sammy was usually with him.

He came closer and she still hadn't noticed him. "Still couldn't sleep?" he asked. She jumped in her chair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. You've had enough of that lately."

"No, I still couldn't sleep. Sorry. Usually I'm not so jumpy."

"It's okay. You're allowed to be jumpy." He sat down in the chair across from her. What did he say now? He wasn't very good at this comforting thing. He just watched her and that probably made her more uncomfortable.

Kenny put book down on the table and got out of her chair. Now that the opportunity had presented itself she wasn't going to pass it up. She walked over to Dean and sat on his lap. His arms automatically came around her. "I'd like to sit here for a little while," she said.

"Okay."

Dean sat back in the chair further and Kenny shifted until she was comfortable and laid her head on Dean's shoulder. With a sigh she closed her eyes. Dean's hands had settled at her hips and the weight of them felt good there. Kenny took a deep breath and smelled the essence of Dean – leather, the whiskey they had drank earlier, and something she couldn't put her finger on yet. Well, didn't that make a girl's thoughts go in bad directions. Good directions too. She moved her head and kissed Dean's neck and felt him stiffen under her.

"Uh, Kenny? What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"Nothing," Kenny replied and kissed a little further up his neck.

"That was definitely not nothing," Dean said. She could feel the rumble of his voice in his chest and his hands tighten on her hips.

"Well, it's something," she said. "Only if you want it to be something. Otherwise it's nothing."

"You had one hell of a scare," he replied. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Dean moved her from his lap and stood up. Then he reached for Kenny and kissed her gently. She was sure he was going to turn her down. It just seemed like that kind of kiss – the thank-you-but-no kind. Then she felt arms under her knees and she was lifted against his chest and he moved down the hall to his room.

Dean stood her by his bed then closed and locked the door. When he stood before her again he gently put his hands on either side of her face and kissed her again. His hands made their way into her hair and held her head at just the right angle for his gentle assault.

"You still sure?" he asked.

"Yes," was her reply. He kissed her again and with their mouths still joined, he pulled at the ties of her robe and she let it fall to the floor.

Dean broke the kiss and looked at her. She had on a tank top and shorts and Dean thought it was the sexiest lingerie he had ever seen. Nothing pretentious about Kenny. He liked that about her; more than a little. That should probably bother him, but it didn't. He pulled her flush against him and kissed her again, his hands molding her to him. She moaned and it was the sweetest sound he'd heard in a while. It had been way too long since he could take his time and do this right. Probably not since Lisa, but he wasn't going to think about that right now.

Kenny's hands weren't idle while Dean was kissing the living daylights out of her. They were under his t-shirt and she could feel the warmth of his skin and the muscles moving as he held her to him. She pulled his shirt over his head. Her tank top went next.

Dean stopped to stare at Kenny as he undressed her. Kenny was starting to feel uncomfortable under his stare but Dean breathed a soft, "Beautiful," before lowering his head to her breasts. Kenny didn't bother thinking after that.

Kenny felt Dean pick her up again and he laid her out on his bed. He took her shorts off before getting rid of his own and climbed on the bed beside her. He leaned over and kissed her again and it was long, slow, and delicious. And his hands were doing wicked things to her body. Kenny felt her reserve melting away.

Dean was playing her body like a fine instrument and it was responding in spades. He brought her to the brink several times and then backed off to let her come down a little.

Finally, Kenny couldn't stand it anymore. She grabbed his head and pulled it to her own and kissed him and nibbled at his lips until he groaned out loud. "Quit teasing," she said.

The knowing smile she got from him took her breath away. "Just seeing how long you'd take it before you went crazy."

He reached into the night stand for protection, then thoroughly kissed her again while he positioned her under him. He took her with one thrust and they both groaned. Then talking wasn't necessary. Their moans, sighs, and shouts of satisfaction were all they needed to hear.

"You okay?" Dean asked as he pulled the sheets over them a little later.

"Fantastic," Kenny replied.

"Good," he said as he snuggled her up against him and got comfortable on the pillows. They were both asleep in minutes.

Sam woke with the pages to the user's manual he'd been reading stuck to his face – not exactly riveting reading. He groaned as he worked the kink out of his neck and stretched to get the rest of the kinks worked out. He passed Kenny's room on the way to the kitchen and coffee but her bed was empty. Maybe she had already made coffee. Dean's door was closed and when he tried the knob found it locked. He smiled. Well, he could put two and two together and come up with a pair. Dean might be a while. Sam fixed coffee and ate breakfast then decided to go for a run. His ankle was healed enough by now, he thought, but he'd make it a short run anyway. He'd think on the information he'd managed to get through last night. Running always helped him think.