Disclaimer: Still don't owe these characters. Shucks
A/n: I'll try and update one more time this weekend more than likely it'll be tomorrow since I'm working the rest of today. We'll see if that actually happens…
Review if you like it. I'm starting to wonder which way I should go with this story.
Chapter 11
I woke up to warm breath tickling my hair across my face. Peeking through my eyelashes I found Dean, sleeping peacefully. His arms were hanging around me, making me feel safe. Giving him a small and swift peck on his lips I slowly turned over trying to leave his arms to go pee. Of course even in his subconscious state he simply constricted his arms, pulling me closer. Flipping over I caught a smirk splayed across his face, his breathing no longer slow and even.
Knowing he was awake, I decided to play his game. Bring it on. I gently pressed my breasts a bit closer to him, teasing, letting him believe I was going to get closer, press harder, but I stopped them where they barely touched, hoping to drive him crazy by the minimum space between us that still seemed like a gulf. Lightly bringing my lips to his I tried quickly to pull away, but he wasn't having that.
"Nuh uh," he murmured, digging his fingers into my hair. Curling my hair into chains around his fingers, he pulled my body the last few inches to his before feverishly kissing my mouth. I moaned into his mouth as he pushed his body further into mine. His tongue finally gaining entrance as I tried to hold out just as he had the night before. Feeling his erection press against my leg I knew that he truly liked me at that moment that I was being too harsh last night in my over-thinking. Hitching my leg over his I brought us all that much closer, as Dean continued his furious kissing, bringing his mouth down my neck, sucking at the hollow in between my clavicles. My breath caught at that, a loud moan once again escaping my lips, I was becoming too wet for my own good with Dean around. It was only going to lead to distractions on the job. Because personally, I was going to want to hold his hand and jump him every opportunity I could. Course, I would try and keep it professional, but a girl can only take so much. And I mean, it is Dean Winchester, glorified sex god. Even after joining the Winchesters years ago, I had heard the stories and seen the girls' faces once he was done with them. No way was I going to pass that by, even if I was a bit frightened since it would be my first time. Always trying to save myself for a guy who had never truly cared about me.
Sam turned over, a loud snore passing through his nose. Breaking apart from our heated moment I checked to see if Sam was still passed out. Noting his fidgeting a sign that he would soon be waking up, I turned back to Dean who had continued to move further down, his hands no longer in my hair as he began to ghost down my back, my sides, never once touching what I knew would start us off on a journey that couldn't be finished today. Not with Sam around at least.
"Dean," I gasped, trying to be quiet and keep from waking Sam, "Dean, we gotta stop." Even though it felt amazing and a bit naughty I didn't really want to stop, I knew if we didn't Sam would wake up and then I'd feel horrified at having him catch us, humping like bunnies.
"He'll deal," he murmured, knowing why I wanted to stop, pulling my mouth back onto his. The electricity sparked between us. This kind of reaction to him was only going to cause problems.
"We need to stop," I finally muttered, not pleased at having to be the one in control. Sooner or later I was going to have to let Dean have the reins. Wouldn't that get us both into trouble…
"Fine," he pouted, leaving my mouth unravaged but not allowing me to take my leg off his stony hip. Men. Do they always have to be so hard? Not that I'm really complaining, I mean at least he's warm, I smirked.
"What's that about?" he asked, seeing the funny smile on my face.
"Oh, nothing." I smiled purely for him, feeling happy for the first time in years. I had been content with hunting by myself and with them previously, but never, had I been truly happy. He had taken that away from me, but no longer.
I kissed him on the nose, quickly scurrying out from underneath him to go to the cool tiled bathroom before Dean could get there. I'm sure he was having the case of the blues this morning. Locking the door behind me I caught my expression in the mirror. A genuine smile, my hair unruly, my brown eyes twinkling and dancing from being with Dean, and my face flushed, but in a good way this time. I laughed. Finally! A happy moment after four years.
Getting into the shower I realized my shampoo and conditioner were still in my duffel, so I was stuck with the motel's brand. Hopefully there's didn't smell anything like strawberries. I had given up that scent long ago, just like I had given up anything that reminded me of Him. Turning on the shower I watched the water cascade from the nozzle until steam rose from the white plastic tub. Hopping in I began to relish the attention, letting my mind wonder back to what Dean and I could do in a situation like this, a dark blush creeping up my body, my lips catching on fire from just thinking about what we would do, when/if we ever got the chance.
The shower helped to detangle the knots and sore muscles in my body, but it only made me hot and ready for Dean the longer I was in there, daydreaming. Deciding that I couldn't stay in there any longer before I exploded from frustration, I jumped out. At least I wasn't the only one who could be frustrated. Throwing a towel over my body I unlocked the door. Usually if I took too long the guys would start yelling through the door, telling me to hurry up, to stop wasting the water, to leave some of it for them.
Walking out I realized why there hadn't been any commotion. Dean was the only one there. Sam had gone out to get us breakfast, hopefully, while Dean feigned sleep again. A smile grew on my face as I thought of all the fun I could have teasing Dean while Sam was out.
"Hey Dean, do you think you could get the lotion out of my bag?" I asked, from the bathroom door, laughing inwardly as I tried to look innocent. "I completely forgot where I put my duffel." Sticking my finger in my mouth I waited for him to open his eyes and catch me there, practically naked, wearing only a towel to keep him from seeing everything.
His eyes slowly opened to find me there, encircled in a towel. I'd never seen him get off the bed as quick as that. Personally, I wouldn't have been surprise if he had fallen flat on his face to help me "find" my lost duffel.
"Oops, never mind," I scoffed with him standing in front of me, getting ready to grab my arms. "Found it." I moved past him, barely grazing Dean to grab my duffel sitting on the table. "My bad." I turned in to Dean, smirking.
"Yep, you did bad," he muttered exasperated at my little performance, before walking over to me and roughly pulling me to him. Shocked registered on my face before he planted a blistering kiss on my lips. Just as he started to get going, he stopped, leaving me flustered. "Two can play that game." He grinned, his eyes twinkling at the game we had started.
Course I can totally beat him. Man can never triumph over woman and all the tricks up her sleeve.
"That's ok, I won't ask you to help me put lotion on," I replied, bending over to reach into my bag for my bottle of green apple lotion. Standing up straight I put my leg on the chair next to me, positioning myself so he almost got a view, but not enough of one. Pumping a dollop of lotion into my hands I began rubbing them painstakingly slow down my legs, bringing my hands just under my towel. One leg was all it took. Just one, before Dean was grabbing the lotion out of my hands to help me do it.
"Here, allow me," he smiled wickedly. Rubbing the lotion in his rough hands to warm it up he began applying it to my other leg, my natural scent flooding the air around us as I began to get wet again for him. His hands although gentle scraped against my leg as he bathed me in green apple. I had never been one for coddling. Only one person had ever thought that was what I needed. The quiet ones are always the freaks, and I was proof of that truth.
As Dean started to inch his hand under my towel Sam walked in holding a McDonald's bag. "Um, guys, could you save that for another time?" Sam asked, turning quickly towards the entrance with his hand over his eyes. I swear that'd become a new position for him. Laughing silently I moved out of Dean's reach. Letting out a curse Dean stood up, thrusting the bottle into my hands. Yep, blue today.
"So what'd you bring me Sammy?" I asked as Dean stalked off to use the bathroom.
"Oh, um, a sausage biscuit," and laying down the McDonald's paper bag on the table I thought I heard, "not like you need any more sausage."
"Samuel Winchester, did I just hear what I thought I heard?" I gasped, aghast that he would actually say something like that to me. My hand flying to my mouth I hid a tiny smile from splaying across my face. Sam was finally getting into the world again, little by little.
"No," he stated, his eyes wide from having me hear his dirty little comment. "I don't know what you're talking about."
I let it go at that, grabbing the top sandwich from the bag and then proceeding to comp into it like a true champ. God I loved these things, even if they were totally unhealthy for me.
"That's right mister," I said through a mouthful of biscuit, "But thanks for breakfast anyway." A few crumbs sputtered out of my mouth catching on Sam's face. Both of us busted out laughing while Sam wiped it off.
"Eww, gross!" he squealed, playing the girl for the moment. "I'm all infected." We laughed hard at that, enjoying the carefree moment as we waited for Dean to finish up in the bathroom. Sitting on the couch we began to watch Austin Powers: The Spy who Shagged Me when Dean finally exited the bathroom. Seeing I was still in a towel, I hurriedly grabbed a pair of my favorite jeans and a white t-shirt, another pair of boy shorts and a satin bra before jumping into the bathroom to change. Changing quickly I got out so Sam could take a shower, only to discover he had taken one last night.
If only all of us could have cute hair after sleeping on it wet! Running a brush through my hair I pulled it back into the short ponytail I had grown accustomed to. One day it would be damaged beyond belief.
We left the hotel soon after. Our stuff packed again for the rest of the ride. Another fifty miles or so and we'd be in Forks, the dreaded town of my adolescents.
The drive was quiet, nothing really jumped out at us in the silent marshland of Washington. Low Rider continued to barrel through the speakers as I stared out the window. The land I had grown up around hadn't changed much. The turbulent gray clouds were still there, promising rain, the green encapsulated everything it could touch, leaving some tree trunks with their brown, others covered in moss and vines.
I closed my eyes, willing away the thoughts and images that were passing me by. The memory of losing the first love I had ever had. Unwillingly I thought back to that fateful day.
(A/n: Borrowing from SM's NM)
"Bella, I don't want you to come with me."
I had been devastated, not truly understanding his meaning, but trying to remain calm throughout everything, not aware until he uttered, "Of course, I'll always love you… in a way. But what happened the other night made me realize that it's time for a change. Because I'm … tired of pretending to be something I'm not, Bella. I am not human. I've let this go on much too long, and I'm sorry for that."
That had been a crushing blow. One I thought I could overcome for the both of us. Until he said, "Well, I won't forget. But my kind… we're very easily distracted." And then he had smiled peacefully, only to have me go over the edge of misery.
Glancing back out the window I pushed the memories away. No need to rehash what couldn't be fixed. What I didn't want fixed anymore. He was never right for me anyway; he'd never give in and let me be with him for eternity. Pushing my knuckles into my eyes I fought the tears that had resurfaced at that memory. I would never be able to get him out of my head. He'd become a permanent fixture, and sadly his face would never be changing in my mind or on this earth.
The green sign that faded into the environment was still there after four years of being away. The numbers never changed, although I doubted over a thousand people lived here anymore. The town looked the same, wet, full of small little stores on the main street. The grocery store to my left and further down the school I had spent a miserable year at. It hadn't been entirely miserable; I admitted to myself, it just wasn't perfect.
"Keep going on this road. We'll be out in a minute or so. You'll have to slow down to catch their drive way, it's pretty hidden if you don't know what you're looking for," I told Dean who caught my eye in the rear view mirror, looking a bit concerned. I must look a fright after going back through memory lane. I simply wanted this hunt to be over, for us to go on with our lives, for the memories to stay hidden in the bottom of my heart, like they had been for the past four years.
Nodding, Dean slowed down to a speed even my old truck could have beat and after a few more miles of being out of town I pointed to the small opening between the trees on the right side.
"Here," I said my voice growing quiet, as I gazed at the same drive way I had driven down dozens of times. The path was still the same, as it had been four years ago.
Coming to a complete stop a few feet from the house I looked up at its splendor. The house hadn't changed a bit. The whole thing still took my breath away. Looking at my watch I felt a tiny smile tug at my lips. Three o'clock on the dot.
"Wow," Sam murmured, surprise written on his features as he got out, gazing at the wonderful world the Cullens called home.
Dean got out of the driver's side and offered me his hand. "Come on missy, let's get this over with." He had never trusted vampires even though he'd fought with some after seeing they had changed their ways. That was thanks to Gordon. Now Dean knew that there was gray between the black and white.
I used my hand to duck out through the door, grasping his hand for life support as we trudged toward the front door, expecting at any moment that Alice would come bounding out. They knew we were here, and knowing that eyes were watching me and judging how I had changed didn't go over well. I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck as we climbed the front steps. Sam knocked on the door, and as it swung open to reveal his face.
I can't say what happened after that.