Dean woke up to her twisting in his arms a bit. He pulled her closer. "Woh, babe. Wake up." He squeezed his arms and she snapped awake, twisting her head to look at him. "Bad dream?" He asked softly, stroking her hair out of her face.
"Bad memories." She murmured as she turned to press her face against his neck. "Nothing I can't deal with." He kissed her hair.
"You could talk about it. Sammy always says it makes people feel better." Dean smiled down at her, as she glanced up.
"That depends on the dream. I don't much want to share this one." She spoke softly, wrapping her arms around him, and closing her eyes. Then her eyes opened her eyes with a jerk of he head. "We have to get back." She started to pull away and gasped in pain.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked reaching out to pull her closer.
"Hip. I was fighting supersexy bitch last night and she twisted my leg as she yanked me to the ground. I landed wrong. And last night didn't much help it." She found herself yawning. "What time is it?"
"Uh..." Dean turned to check the time. "10:43. Why?" Dean asked turning to look at Elizabeth. She was on her left side not wanting to hurt herself.
"I just feel exhausted." She murmured, already half drifting off. Dean moved closer to her, and touched her shoulder, then down to her hip, looking at it. It was badly bruised, and he brushed his fingers brushed against it, and she hissed, her hand moving to brush away his hand, but he continued to check if over.
"We can stay here until tomorrow. They won't be able to do anything to us. We killed a monster, which they knew was a monster. We're here for today. Sleep." Dean could barely remember the night before, which bothered him. He kissed her forehead again. "I'll go get us some food, sleep." She was already half gone, her exhaustion overtaking her. He felt tired as well, but it was a good tired. It made him wonder how long she hadn't been sleeping. He quietly got out of bed and took a shower, got dressed, and headed out, all while she burrowed under the blankets, and in his spot. He decided on a simple diner, with pie (non-blood), fries, burgers, and anything else that looked good for calories, which was pretty much everything. He returned to find her still asleep in the bed, exhausted. He sat down on the bed next to her, and brushed his hand across her shoulder.
She woke up with a jolt. "Dean." Her hand clutched at his, and he smiled a little.
"Food. Pie. The non-blood type. French fries, an-" The man leaned back as she went for the bag of food, and grabbed the fries. "Like french fries?" He asked as she pulled out her little box and started to chow down.
"It's a favorite food. Italian is better, but, in a pinch, french fries will always do." She said glancing at him, her brown eyes a bit worried. He shook his head as he grabbed his burgers and other food that he'd gotten for himself.
"Italian? Expensive much?" Dean asked with a smirk when she glared at him.
"It's a taste preference. Like burgers, or pie." She said with a shrug glancing at the cherry pie. He glared right back at her.
"Hey. I like pie!" She grinned at him, but even as she ate she looked exhausted. "Hows your hip feel?" He asked softly, watching her.
"Still hurts. A real shower might be good. It's stiff, which isn't suprising. A bath would be better, but I doubt there's a good one here. I really want to get back to the bunker." She spoke quickly, as Dean frowned.
"We're here until tomorrow. You need the rest. So do I." He hadn't said anything about his own soreness. "We could..." He glanced at the bathroom door.
"No. Showering together lead to last night remember?" She murmured as she grabbed a burger after finishing the fries.
"You first then." Dean smiled at her, as she ate the food, not elegantly. She acted as if she hadn't eaten in a few days.
"Fine." She smiled as she got up, and hissed as she set her leg down. She took the sheet with her, but she leaned over and kissed Dean. "Eat your pie." With that she made her way to the bathroom, dragging the sheet with her. She disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. The hiss of water confirmed to him that she was taking a shower as he did eat his pie, staring at the window, mind on last night, trying to dredge up more memories beyond flesh on flesh. That was pretty much it. All that had stopped them was exhaustion. Pure and simple. She'd gone before him, but she'd been the one to go up against the succubus, he'd been unable to get around the things charms. He was still smiling from the memories when he cleaned his dishes and was already flicking through his laptop when she came out. She leaned over his shoulder, her damp towel on his shoulder. "Hi. Your turn." He turned in the seat and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into his lap as she squealed.
"I already showered earlier." He nuzzled her neck as he spoke, as her hands tugged at his own. Her towel was falling open showing him what he'd explored the night before. He kissed her jaw, then her mouth. "Your beautiful." He murmured as he found her lips with his own. She started to pull away, but he wasn't done. "No." He growled as he deepened the kiss. She was playing with his hair again, her nails dragging through the hair. He felt her wiggle and found himself grinning. Suddenly she was pulling away. "Not again. Resting does not include fucking." Her voice was husky as she spoke, as if she was truly out of breath. Her hands were still in his hair, as his was in hers.
He frowned. "My hip hurts." She said pulling her hands out of his hair and trying to turn so that her legs weren't over one side of the chair. She then pulled herself to a standing position and walked to the bed, still limping, but before he could get up and help her she was on the bed, pulling the blankets up closer around her. She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, flicking to Animal Planet.
"Really? Animal planet? Why?" Dean asked, following her, and sitting down next to her. She waited for him to get comfortable before she cuddled up to him. He wrapped his arm around her and rested his head on hers. "No really. why?"
"Animals are adorable, and it's proven that seeing animals, or dealing with animals is good for healing, emotional health, and the fact that when you deal with puppies, you tend to be happier." She spoke with a smile, but her eyes were on the screen with the baby animals walking across them. It was only one in the afternoon, but she was asleep half an hour later, and yet Dean didn't want to change the channel. She was right about the seeing cute animals makes one happy. He was more relaxed as he cuddled with her, letting her sleep in safety.
Dean fell asleep around four, and was woken by her hands brushing under his shirt. He glanced down to see the playful smile on her face, and pulled her up to him, to kiss her hard, but she pushed him back into the bed, as she undressed him. She was toying with him, and he loved every second of it. When she took him into her mouth he gasped. She was adventurous, he could tell that. She had him gasping and moaning before to long, and his hands grasped at her hair and the bed as he felt himself go. He cried out, and only a second later she was straddling him, kissing his lips, and grabbing his attention. He twisted so she was captive under him, and grinned down at her. Her eyes got large, and he got a very good look at the liquid brown eyes that he was quickly coming to cherish. He toyed with her, brushing his hands over her breasts hips, and finally he slipped into her.
That night they slept well. They hadn't done much more than make love a couple of times before she was asleep. He could tell her hip was a little better. Already the hips color was better. It was deep into the night and he wasn't even remotely hungry as he pulled her against him, her back to his chest, as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him as he fell asleep, again. He was woken in the morning light by her kissing his chest, then leaving a trail of kisses up to his mouth. He pulled her even closer and kissed her back, starting the kiss slow. He wasn't sure who decided to push for more, but it soon became another love making session. Whey they finished she was breathing heavily beside him, curled up close. "You are amazing." She murmured, and he laughed softly.
"Thanks." He kissed her softly and started to sit up. She grabbed her towel that had ended up on the floor the night before and walked back into the bathroom, glancing behind her with a smirk when she caught him staring at her ass, before disappearing into it for a shower. Dean stayed in bed until she came out and practically ordered him into it. When he came out she was dressed in one of his black shirts, her jeans, cowgirl boots, and was lounging across the foot of the half made bed watching the weather channel.
"We should get back today. Everyone might start worrying." She said as he walked past. He rolled his eyes, and watched as she continued to lounge, her gaze on the TV, gauging the weather. "Also, we might want to leave soon. Look's like tornado season's on it's way." With that she hopped off the bed, and while she tried to hide it, he saw the slight wince. There wasn't much either of them could do here. She walked by him to grab her bags, which were half packed, and she started to pack, seeming to ignore him as she worked, obviously thinking about something besides him. He just enjoyed staring at her, and loved seeing her in his shirt. It was slightly baggy, but she had it tucked into her pants, and had managed to get it pulled almost tight.
"We should. You wanna stop somewhere to eat?" Dean asked as he got dressed and started to back. He caught her eyes on him when he pulled on his own black shirt, and he smirked at her, and winked. She rolled her eyes, and continued to back. He pulled on a dark green button up, and his jacket, as he shoved things into his duffel.
"Sure. A town over there's a good place." She said glancing at him as she finished. He smiled.
"What's the name?"
"Dean's Eatery." She grinned at him, and he laughed, just shaking his head with amusement. "It's good food. Country cookin'. I'm dieing for some good biscuits and gravy." She said with a smile. He found her voice soothing, and he nodded as she moved closer to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face into his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" He asked, worried. She sighed, but didn't answer right away. He turned around and wrapped his arms around her.
"I just... I don't know." She murmured into his chest. He pulled her close, and as he did so, he realized that she almost fit perfectly under his chin. The inch or two of her boots made it so that he had to lift his head to set his chin on her head, but he did, and just held her close.
"Well, then there's nothing to worry about." He kissed her forehead, and she sighed, looking up at him.
"Did you know you have the most beautiful eyes?" She asked reaching up to touch the side of his face, her other hand touching the corner of his eye. He smiled, reaching up to pull the exploring hand down to his mouth, to kiss the palm.
"Yours are more so." He murmured into her palm. She smiled a little.
"Come on tiger. Let's get some food and get out of here." She said finally pulling back and grabbing her bags, walking out the door, glancing behind her at him when she stood in the door, the morning sunlight filtering through the door around her, making her perfectly silhouetted. "Race you to the diner." She said with a grin, before she was gone, and he heard her trunk open. He was outside quickly, putting his own things in this car.
"Need a head start?" He asked with a smirk.
"You might." She said before walking to turn in her key. Dean stared at her, before realizing she was giving him a head start and starting up his car, taking a second to enjoy the heavy growl of the Impala at her best.
"Let's show them baby." He said, reaching out to touch the seat beside him. Beside him the white Charger suddenly growled to life, and she glanced over at him before she put her car into reverse, and tore out of the lot. He was close behind. The two heavy muscle cars were fast, as they tore out of town, first the charger in the front, leading the way towards what ever diner she wanted to go to, but Dean was good at following from the side, and soon they were driving side by side. She was good at manual driving, and it was obvious from the way she was shifting that she knew how to speed shift. Dean hadn't felt this kind of rush since he was a teen, and loved every second of the race, even when she lost him for a second by turning abruptly, he was able to catch up. He couldn't hold any kind of lead for long, but neither could she.
He ended up winning by identifying the diner on the side of the road, and swerving towards her to get her to pull to the side a bit and flooring it. He whooped as he got out of the car and held up his arms in victory when she drove up. She got out pouting.
"You owe me for that! That wasn't fair!" She called at him, grinning. She walked up to him and grabbed her hand, entwining their fingers before she lead him inside. They got a table and Dean dragged her into the seat next to him. She giggled a little as she looked at what to order. He teased her, and poked her, just enjoying himself. It felt like a date, even if it was in a stupid little diner. Dean got pancakes, eggs, sausage, and bacon, and a coffee. She got her biscuits and gravy, with a side of eggs, and a cup of milk. She leaned into him as they waited for their food, and laughed every time he teased her. To Dean it felt right to have her in his arm, leaning against him, laughing and joking. He didn't want that to end, but with the arrival of food she was just as excited as he was, and it made him chuckle. She managed to eat slower than the day before, but she still managed to get gravy on her nose, which he licked off. She grinned at him, then went back to eating.
When they finished she refused to let him pay, even from the jibe from earlier, and got up. "Come on, pretty boy. Your brother's got to be worried about us now, and it's only a four hour drive." She smiled as she led him outside. They stopped at his car, which was closer, and he leaned her against the side of it, and kissed her, cupping her face between his hands as he did so. He wasn't sure how long they kissed, but he loved every second of it. She held him close. "See you back at home." She murmured into his ear.
"I love you." He murmured into hers before she pulled away. It was said on a whim, but she glanced at him, at if surprised and didn't respond as she got into her own car, and started the engine. She was gone only moments later, and he sighed, getting into his car, wondering what he'd done wrong. He drove started the Impala and drove after the white Charger, planning on figuring it out when he got back to the bunker.
