Dean drove up to the bunker and found the white charger next to the big black truck. Dean got out, opening the trunk. Suddenly Crowley was beside him. "She's been here an hour. Got the boys to take in her things. She's got them wrapped around her finger. What did you say to her that made her so jumpy?" Dean turned to the dark haired man as he spoke.
"And what is it to you?" Dean snarled as he slammed the trunk down a bag in hand.
"Well being that she's the one who's promised to fix us all, I want to make sure she's... fine." Dean stared at Crowley.
"Seriously? Your playing the father card on me? Go to hell Crowley." Dean growled as he walked past the demon, brushing against him, violently. Crowley growled out something, but Dean ignored him and he stalked inside. Sam was part of the way up the hall way to the front door. "Sammy!" Dean moved quickly and wrapped his arms around his brother. "It's good to see you Sammy." Dean spoke softly as he pulled back.
"It is. Kevin's got another sentence. Viomi's been helping." Sam said eyeing Dean. "And our odd little benefactor has relcaimed her room." Dean lead the way back into the bunker, glaring at Crowley and stopping as he stared at Castiel dressed... well differently. He looked like a girl had dressed him. Very attractive. Even Dean had to admit it.
"Hi Cas." Dean said as he walked up and gave the angel a hug.
"I feel midly uncomfortable. Elizabeth said that it looked like my girlfriend dressed me. I don't have a girlfriend." Cas looked uncumfortable. "I don't have one. Abby and Viomi took me shopping. Abby said I looked like a man. Is this right?" Dean looked at Cas as the now rather spiffily dressed man in a sweater and normal shirt, jeans and no coat. "I miss my coat."
"Yeah, well girl's do that to ya. You'll be fine." Dean said softly, slapping him on the back, then stepped back, looking around. He walked into the building, making his way towards where he knew Elizabeth was. He was going to have a talk with her. No one stopped him this time.
He stopped just outside her room. She was sitting cross legged on her bed, a laptop in front of her, her head down as she typed away, ignoring him. Her posision made it so that he got a good view of her brests, and he felt himself heat up. He just stood in the door way, watching her. suddenly she reached out, looking for her water bottle. She frowned when she couldn't find it and looked up. "Dean?" She asked, softly, unfolding her legs.
"Yeah. No. No don't get up." He stepped inside and closed the door, holding up one hand. She stopped moving, when he noticed she wasn't wearing any shoes. He looked at her. "I meant what I said earlier." He moved to the bed and sat down next to her, grabbing her hands before she could move. She stared down at his hands then up at his face. "And you ran away. Why?"
"You have to ask that question Dean?" She looked confused at him. "What happens anytime a hunter get's close to someone?" Dean frowned. "That someone and the hunter end up dead." She pulled her hands away from him, annoyed. He frowned.
"And why does that matter? Your the first good thing to happen to me since... forever." He wasn't sure where the emotion was coming from, but he felt an overpowering need to hold her. He faught it, as she looked at him.
"And you me. But I can't loose you... the last two nights were mistakes. On my part." She spoke softly, staring at him. He wanted to stop the deprived, sad look on her face. He reached out and touched the side of her face.
"No. They weren't. And you won't. I'm pretty damn hard to kill." He could see he was going to have to fight for this one. He reached behind her head and pulled her close, the other hand pulling her against him. "And I'm not letting you go." He intoned, feeling her breath quicken.
"Dean." She whispered. He kissed her, gently at first, then harder, demanding with his lips and tongue. She responded, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, then they stroaked up his neck and into his hair. She nibbled at his lower lip as his hand slid up her back, under her shirt. He wasn't sure what happened as they pulled away, she leaned her head against his. "Fine. I'll give it a try." She murmured softly.
"All it took was a kiss?" He murmured very softly, watching her brown eyes. She closed her eyes.
"Maybe." She whispered, pulling back, her eyes already on her computer. He pulled her closer, moving her to sit on his lab. "Dean!" She squeeled, and he laughed softly into her ear. "Let me go!"
"No. Never." Dean kissed her neck as her hands tried to pull his off, then resting on them, her mouth opening with a gasp. "I'm never giong to let you go." He murmured into her hair, his eyes closed. He wasn't going to either. She was his. He wasn't quite sure how or when that got decided, but he felt like he knew her, like he had always known her. He wasn't going to ask questions. Expecially with her in his arms.
She leaned back into him, and he smiled a little. "You have beautiful hair." He murmured, pulling her around to face him. He kissed her lips.
"You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." She breathed against his lips as she kissed him again.
"Mh. Thanks." He kissed her back, pushing her down on the bed next to her laptop. She reached out to slap it closed, and push it away. He managed to set it down carefully on the floor, before he was completely distracted by her lips, hair, face, and touching her. She responded in kind, her hands pulling open his shirt so she could pull it off of him.
A knock on the door made them both groan. "What?" Lizzy called, angrily.
"Lizzy? It's me, Mike." Mike called through the door.
"Get off, Dean." She shoved him off, annoyed, and she moved to the door. "What do you want Michael?" She growled at him.
"Mom got in contact. Jesse's on his way. He's coming the slow way. Which is amusing, because he's still a kid, but ya know." The man glanced past him and at Dean, a slight smile on his lips. "You are enjoying yourself with my big sister Dean?" Dean moved to stand behind Elizabeth, wrapping an arm aroud her waist. "I see."
"Are you going to make an issue about it?" Dean asked, voice slightly angry.
"Nope. Hurt her though, and I will." Michael looked down at his sister. "Just thought you might want
to know. He'll be here tomorrow. He's going to cause problems you know, but he might be our only hope." She nodded, and looked down.
"I know. Now go away. I don't have to worry about it for a day." She gave him a long look, and he sighed.
"Fine. Fine. I'm going." With that he walked away, and she shut the door.
"Who's Jesse?" Dean asked. She pulled him back to the bed, a smirk on her face.
"You've met him. He's the Anti-Christ you met." Dean frowned.
"Jesse? I thought he disapeared."
"I found him. He needed guidence. He was trained by my dad. Don't worry about it." She said softly, pulling him down for a kiss and fully distracting him, for now.
