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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It had been nearly a week since Lana was shot and thanks to the ring that her grandmother had given her, she was perfectly fine. The group of four took this time to lay low and try their best to stay out of other hunters' paths. They hadn't exactly decided how they were going to handle the entire situation, but taking one day at a time was working out well for them.
Lana and Hayley were hustling some guys out of a few hundred dollars, pretending to be clueless at a game of pool.
"Oh no," Lana cried. "I hit the little black ball in the hole thing. Is that bad?"
"Afraid so, honey," one of the two men replied. Both men were in their early 40s, covered in tattoos, and every other word that came out of their mouths would make a sailor blush.
"But, Dale, I was getting so good," Lana persisted shyly. "How about double or nothing?" She asked, her real tone coming out.
"I just feel so bad taking two young girls' money," the other one piped in.
"Then…" Hayley started. "Buy us a drink after if you when."
Dale grinned. "Are you even 21?"
"I have an ID that says I am. Isn't that good enough?"
Both men chuckled and nodded. "It is for me," Dale's friend said.
Dean looked over his bottle of domestic at the scene before him as he played with his pocketknife. He let out a deep breath and tried to keep himself from busting those guys over the head with a chair.
Sam sat down next to Dean with two fresh beers in hand. "Those guys are harmless," Sam said.
Dean watched Lana's figure as she bent over the table, running her hand over the pool stick. The heels she had on made her legs go for days and made him want to bounce quarters off her ass. She tucked her hair behind one of her ears with her free hand and looked back at Dale. "Like this, right?" Dean could hear her ask.
"Dude," Sam said, forcing Dean to divert his attention from the pool table.
Dean looked at his brother. "What?" He asked annoyed.
"Just tell her."
"What?" Dean asked again.
"Lana. Tell her. Or suck it up. It's kinda sad seeing you like this." Sam took a swig of his beer.
"There's nothing to tell."
Sam let out a scuff. "Oh, come on. You're into her and I'd bet that she feels the same."
Dean cleared his throat. "There's no point."
Sam sat down his beer and put one of his hands on his brother's right shoulder. "We're going to figure out a way."
Dean finished his beer and slammed it on the table. "Can we not talk about this?"
Sam removed his hand. "Yeah, of course." His voice didn't hide the fact that he was hurt by Dean's sudden realized this and immediately felt like shit for taking his frustration out on Sam, but in that moment, he couldn't deal.
Dean grabbed one of the beers that Sam had gotten from the bartender and headed out the front door.
Lana looked over her shoulder at Dean while he walked out. She handed Hayley the pool stick and followed Dean outside. "Dean," she called out as she as she closed the door. "Calling it an early night?" She asked once she spotted Dean leaning against the Impala.
Dean answered by taking another gulp of his beer.
Lana looked around the parking lot before stepping beside Dean. "What's going on?"
Dean knew that he couldn't tell her. It wasn't her problem to try to find a solution to. While he didn't know Lana well, he did know that she was going to try her best to pay him back for helping her and Hayley and if he told her what was going on, this would be the way. No one needed such an impossible task, especially Lana, who was already partaking in one - keeping her sister safe.
Dean shrugged. "Not a lot, princess."
"You trust me, right?" Lana asked.
Dean, making sure not to make eye contact with Lana, nodded. This past week, Lana had done everything that Dean asked and more. She went above and beyond to make sure that the four of them were safe and when the brothers took a case, Lana proved to be helpful and knowledgeable. So, yes, Dean trusted Lana.
"I can tell something is on your mind," she said softly. "Your aura is cloudy." Lana cracked a smile when she saw Dean grinning. "Laugh at it, but me being able to read your aura doesn't even begin to make the list of the strangest things we've been through."
She had him there and Dean knew it.
Lana put her hands over Dean's free hand. "You don't have to tell me, but you can if you want to." She paused. "I know being the oldest sibling, you feel like you have to put up this strong front, almost in an impossible way. And sometimes, you do. Sometimes you have to take that burden. Then there are other times when you don't have to."
Dean turned to face Lana and for the first time since she walked outside to join him he made eye contact with her.
"Is that one of those times?" Dean asked, starting to feel the beers that he had been downing all night. He had to look away from Lana because the longer he looked at her, the more he wanted to throw her against the Impala and fuck her until he passed out. He knew that that wasn't what this was about. Lana was reaching out to him as a friend and nothing more. He was going to respect that because Lana expected him to.
"It can be," Lana replied moving her hair to the side.
Dean turned his face forward to look at the side of the bar. "When Sammy and I were kids, it was a lot easier," he began. "I knew the role I was meant to play. I was the best damn solider I could be. I did whatever my dad wanted."
Lana squeezed his hand.
"But Sammy, he never wanted this life. He never wanted to be a hunter. Now, he's in it for life. I want him to be safe and hell… happy when I'm gone."
"You can't think of that… when you're gone. That'll get you killed faster. I'm not naïve; I know in this line of work you're more likely to die sooner rather than later." She paused. "Live in the now. Don't worry about tomorrow."
Dean looked at her in amazement. There was so much about this young woman that he couldn't even begin to know. He wasn't sure what it was that attracted him to her in that moment. It wasn't her determination, her beauty, or even her shirt that was clinging to her chest. No, it was none of that. It was for the first time that he could see someone's vulnerability that matched his own.
Dean leaned closer to her, putting his hands on her forearms. Their bodies were only an inch from touching, something that Lana desired just as badly as Dean did. Lana took the next advance by pushing Dean into the Impala and allowing his body to collide into hers. Without thinking, Dean put his lips on Lana's. The kiss wasn't hard or forced as Lana thought it would have been due to Dean's demeanor. Instead, the kiss was gentle but strong… so very strong. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her even closer to him. Her hands traveled up his chest to his neck where she clung.
Lana's body was screaming at her to give in, while her soul was begging her to retreat. She hadn't felt this good in a very long time. Dean's hands moved from her waist to under her shirt at the small of her back. As if without thinking, Lana opened the door behind her. The two fell into the back seat.
Lana moaned Dean's name softly in his ear as she lightly bit down on his bottom lip, causing Dean to pull her top off her in a smooth movement, revealing her tiny red lacy bra.
Lana fumbled with the zipper of his jeans, her hands shaking, and was finally able to unbutton his pants, exposing him to her. Dean pulled Lana's skirt up and within seconds, Lana had her legs around Dean's waist. Neither Dean nor Lana were thinking, they had both let their primal instincts take control.
Dean kissed Lana's lips and then neck as he slowly entered her. She arched her back at the first thrust, digging her nails into his shoulders. Dean looked down at her, the bar sign illuminating her face. Until that moment, neither one of them realized what was happening. Nature took over both of them and their pure desire to be touched by the other made the actions leading up to this a blur.
Lana nodded, insisting that she wanted it too.
Dean slid back inside of her and leaned his forehead down to touch hers. Their eyes locked as Lana wrapped her arms around Dean's neck.
"God, you're beautiful," Dean whispered hoarsely.
Lana's mouth formed a smile.
Neither one of them knew where this was going or how long it would last, but in that moment, it didn't matter. For the next half hour, Dean and Lana were allowing themselves to do something they seldomly did – be vulnerable.