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Chapter Twenty One
Dean lifted me and started carrying me to the bed. "Hey Mr. What'cha doing?" I asked as he placed me very lightly on the bed, raising my eyebrows as I did.
"Tending to your wounds. Like the Mother Teresa figure I am." Dean said as he went to the bathroom to fetch the first aid kit.
"Hey, I'm not a leper!" I said with fake indignation, trying to hide a smile as I did.
"Never said you were babe." Dean frowned at me as he opened the first aid kit and pulled out its worst torture device, the antiseptic wipe. That was gonna sting like a bitch.
"You implied it. Ouch. Mother Teresa. Ouch. She treated lepers. Son of a bitch that hurts." I winced as Dean started rubbing the wipes over the cuts on my face. Making my whole face feel like I'd doused it with industrial bleach and then set it on fire.
"Sorry babe." Dean muttered to me as he carried on burning my face with the stupid wipes. But a heck of a lot of blood was coming off on the wipes, I'm sure that it just looked worse than it actually was, or I hoped so anyway. "Okay that's your face done, top off." Dean ordered me with a small smirk, still tinged with sadness.
"Why Mr. Winchester, what ever do you think of me?" I smirked back at him while batting my eyelashes, my voice coming out in a Southern Belle accident.
Dean rolled his eyes at me but was trying very hard not to smile, a real smile this time. "Control yourself and get your top off Bella."
"All romance and flowers you charmer you." I said whilst trying to get my top off without making the stabbing pain in my ribs worse. I failed miserably but I got the top off.
Dean looked me over and winced, what a way to make a girl feel special. "That good is it?" I asked while looking down, trying to be as light-hearted as possible. But yeah it was bad. My stomach and ribs were black, blue and red, the left side was also swollen, showing that I probably had broken a rib or two, that would explain why it hurt so damn much. On top of that there was a fairly nasty looking gash down my left side where the ghoul had tried to torture me with a knife. I hadn't felt it at the time, crushed as I was but I sure as hell felt it now. The saying was right, love hurts.
"I'll be right back." Dean said grabbing his keys from the night stand.
"Where you going?" I asked while wiping away the blood from my stomach with one of the wipes.
"Get ya some medicine babe." He smirked at me before leaving the room. Medicine? I'd seen Deans version of medicine before and while it did take away the pain, that was for sure, I didn't think that it was anything that a doctor would actually prescribe.
He was back a minute later with a full bottle of whiskey. I let out a sigh of relief at the sight, I liked to be conscious when someone was sowing me up, rather than a dribbling unconscious wreck; luckily that one had been Sam not me, but it still had left an impression.
"Drink up." Dean said offering me the bottle while sterilizing a needle with his lighter. I did as the doctor ordered and drank. I drank as quickly as I could, knowing I didn't have long before... "Hand it over then Hells." Yeah before that. Dean took the bottle from me before pouring a generous amount on to my stomach.
"Ah fucking hell!" I shouted as the whiskey burnt my stomach even worse than the knife itself had.
"Sorry babe." Dean muttered as he threaded the needle and started sowing me up.
"So where's Sammy and your dad then?" I asked through gritted teeth as the needle started piercing my skin, quickly and skillfully.
"Back where ya left 'em babe." Dean said with concentration in his tone, which I was grateful for.
"What no welcoming party from them as well?" I jested not knowing how my joke would go down.
"Yeah Hells, I'm sure that Sam's baking you a cake and dads making you a banner as we speak." Dean joked back to me.
"How was it?" I asked seriously. I knew it couldn't have been easy leaving like he did. But I was damn glad that he did. I felt a twinge of sadness that despite my efforts that Dean had to choose anyway.
"Strangely freeing, like going commando." Dean joked again, I frowned at him letting him know that I was being serious. "Sam's fine, he would've come if I hadn't, your his little sis, you know that. And dad... Well I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. He knows my choice, me and you we come as a package deal baby." Deans sincere words touched me deeply, especially as I knew that he meant them, and they cost him a hell of a lot to say.
Dean finished stitching me together before pulling out a bandage for my ribs. He helped me sit up before starting to wrap my ribs so that the pain would be minimum. He worked, higher and higher, wrapping them tightly and almost painlessly before he came to an obstacle. "Erm..." Dean said as he got to my bra, needing to tape around that area too. I didn't know what he was being shy for, wasn't like he'd not seen me naked before. But then again it had been a few days.
I lifted my eyebrows at him as I reached round and unhooked my bright red bra before removing it completely. Watching in satisfaction as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat nervously. The satisfaction soon turned to slight worry as Dean got a twinkle in his eyes and a mischievous grin on his handsome face though. Time for his payback.
Dean tied the bandage carefully round me till he came to just below my modest boobs. As he reached them his hand gently brushed past the underside of them. So gently it was barely a feather light touch. It made me gasp, had my heart beating furiously and butterflies flapping in the pit of my stomach. It had been way too long. He wound the bandage round again, again brushing past my breasts, this time slightly harder, his touch felt now. Again I gasped and the butterflies started flapping harder as heat pooled between my legs. Way, way too long.
"Sorry babe, did I hurt you?" Dean asked me, the smirk firmly in place now, but I could see the lust in his eyes as well.
"You know what you did." I said while unconsciously thrusting my chest out further, craving more of his touch.
"Was it when I did this?" Dean asked me, his voice low and husky. He then reached out and gently stroked the underside of my breasts again with one hand.
"Mmm... Yeah." I moaned throatily. His touch lighting me on fire.
He brought both his hands up to my breasts, cupping them before gently squeezing them, playing with the nipples expertly at the same time.
"Is this what you wanted?" Dean asked me while leaning in and kissing my neck between each word.
I started stroking him through his denim, feeling him harden beneath my touch even through the thick material. "Yes!" I gasped in reply as he pinched my nipples slightly harder between his thumb and forefingers.
My mouth found his as his hand glided gently down my bare back to the top of my jeans, where he stopped for a second before grabbing my ass and lifting me on to him.
I grabbed at his t-shirt, the dull burn in my stomach turning to a roaring blaze as I tugged it over Deans head.
As soon as it was off my hands roamed all over Deans bare, well toned torso eliciting little sighs of satisfaction and want from the man.
Dean rolled us so that I was laid under him, his body hanging over mine, making me wish we were closer. Craving his touch, craving him pressed against me again. I think I may even have let out a small whine.
That is until the hunters calloused, huge hand travelled from my chin, down my throat, over my breast, along my stomach and to the waistband of my jeans. My eyes rolled to the back of my head at his touch, my body arched up to get more of my drug and a low moan escaped me that had everything to do with the scorching trail the man had left everywhere his hand had touched.
He expertly undid my jeans before pulling them very, very gently down my legs. Despite this he still caught a couple of the deeper cuts on my legs and I couldn't help the gasp of pain that escaped me. Instantly he was pulling away from me, his expression turning from heavy-eyed lust to deep worry.
"Don't worry babe." I said, knowing my words were futile. "I'm fine." I then tried to sit up to kiss him, to carry on where we left off, predictably Dean pushed me gently back to the bed and picked up the first aid kit again.
Oh no, he did not get to tease me like that then torture me with needles and antiseptic wipes. No.
I moved over the bed and rubbed Deans thighs, working higher and higher, at the same time I kissed his defined six-pack lower and lower until my tongue was skirting the hair at the very top of his waistband. "Bella..." Dean said slight disapproval in his voice.
"Dean..." I said a smirk in my voice as one hand went to his buttons, the other hand gently rubbing him back to excitement.
As I undid his jeans and started pulling them down I heard the hunters breathing picking up and the clatter of the first aid box falling to the floor.
I pulled him free and took him in my mouth, looking up through my lashes to see his eyes rolling back in his head. He groaned, a deep gutteral noise that made my burning even more fierce.
Dean gently pulled away from me before rolling me so that I was laying on my back. He pulled my panties off before kissing me and slowly pushing himself into me.
I moaned out loud as the hunter filled me and stretched me. Together we started moving as one. Mouths attached, tongues dancing, hands exploring we picked up the rhythm until together we fell over the edge calling each others names as we did.
Panting, but with a grin on his face Dean rolled off me then pulled me onto his chest. "Well that was worth leaving right there." He smirked in between his heavy breathing.
"Glad ya think so." I replied hugging him with a grin stretching from ear to ear.
His grin turned to a frown as he looked down. "What's wrong D?" I asked softly while stroking his face, worried that maybe he was regretting the choice that he'd made.
"Babe, you must be hurting like hell, why didn't ya tell me?" He pushed a strand of hair off my face before sitting upright.
Huh? What was he on about? I looked down, and understood. My legs were pouring with blood where the Jinn's knife had penetrated my skin and my ankle was swollen to twice it's regular size and was already turning black. It didn't hurt that much though, not in my still present euphoria anyway.
"Its not too bad." I said, placing a kiss to his chest as he leant down and picked up the first aid kit again.
"What did it?" Dean asked as he pulled out a few more wipes from the box.
"Jinn." I replied through gritted teeth as the hunter attacked my cuts again.
"You kill it?" He asked as he passed me back the whiskey, damn that meant it was gonna hurt.
"Nah, just left it to eat people." I stuck my tongue out at Deans eye roll. "Yeah, its worm food now no worries."
"How did it get the jump on ya anyway?" Dean frowned as he started sowing my worse cuts closed.
"Just wasn't being as on it as I should have been. Off day, we're not all Chuck Norris all the time ya know?" I joked off how I'd got hurt, knowing he'd blame himself if he knew the real reason. And it wasn't Deans fault, it was my own fault, I was the one that left after all.
"Ok..." Dean said sceptically, he wasn't buying it at all.
Time to change the subject then. "So what's the plan now then?" I asked softly, cowards way out I know, but in my defence I really didn't fancy a heart to heart about the face that I'd got injured cause I was too busy thinking about Dean and Sam. Rookie mistake.
"Now we put you back together Humpty Dumpty then we get some food. I'm starved." Dean side stepped my question, but I wouldn't press him, not after doing the same thing just a minute ago.
"Yeah me too. Though it may have to be to go, I don't think I'm gonna be running any marathons any time soon." I said whilst raising my ankle to make a point.
"No problem baby, you pick the tv, I'll pick the grub and we'll have a night in, like normal couples. No little brothers to walk in or hog the popcorn." Dean said with a soft smile, placing a kiss to my now taped up ankle gently.
"Normal?" I asked as though I'd never heard of the word before, a small smile on my face as well.
"Yeah, apparently there's, wait for it... People out there who don't almost get themselves killed on a daily basis!" Dean played along with me.
"Really? What do they do then?" I acted confused, due to the acting skills that we'd picked up over the years we were pretty convincing, even if we were just messing around.
"Well, some of them actually stay in, watch tv, have some food, sometimes even home-made food and have conversation before going to bed! Can you believe it?" I started laughing at the outrage and confusion in Deans voice.
"Ok, we'll be normal for the evening then. Now go get me food bitch!" I ordered Dean while sticking my tongue out at him. He flipped me off while chuckling but went to get dressed.
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We sat on the bed watching a badly dubbed Ninja movie that had us both almost crying with laughter, seriously it was that terrible.
I picked up my fork and stuck it in whatever Dean was eating, his noises of appreciation intriguing me. That and it smelled damn good whatever it was, my eyes never leaving the screen.
"Hey! What are you doing!" Dean asked me sounding outraged as I put the mound of food to my mouth. "And since when do you like pie?" He sounded more confused that time.
"I don't, I hate pie, you know that." I replied not taking my eyes of the tv screen while taking another bite of Deans food.
"Well your demolishing half of my cherry pie right there, and you don't even like cherries." I heard the frown in Deans voice and felt his eyes on my face.
"I don't you're right." I took another fork full, god it was heavenly. I went to take another but got a smack to the back of my hand.
"Back away from the pie!" Dean said, I tore my eyes away from the screen to see him cradling his pie to his chest and frowning at me. I started laughing, I couldn't help it, he looked like a five year old hugging a blanket or something. But damn if he wasn't right, that amazing thing was a cherry pie. Maybe my taste buds had developed since I'd last tried cherries and pie? That didn't sound right somehow but I shrugged it off, sure it was strange, but it wasn't our kind of strange so I wasn't that bothered.
We spent the rest of the night laughing, joking and shouting at the tv screen as the Ninja's made the wrong moves. "No ya fool! Go for the short dude first!"
"Kick him away from yourself, then take out the other one, give yourself some time!"
"I think I'd be a kick ass Ninja." I said as I laid across Deans chest, my ankle high up on a pillow in front of me to bring the swelling down. I so didn't want to have to be on bed rest or worse crutches for the next few days.
"Ninja's are always dudes darling, so unless there's something you're not telling me..." Dean smirked while placing a kiss to my forehead.
"That's what you said about being a hunter one of the first times I met you." I said absently, remembering it well, despite the fact I couldn't have been older than thirteen and already able to take down a ghost.
"Maybe I was wrong about that one, but not about the Ninja thing. Anyway you stomp around like an elephant, and you never stop yakking, no way are you silent and deadly like a Ninja. Just deadly." I could hear the smirk in his voice as he tried to goad me into a friendly argument.
I took the bait, and we jokingly argued for the next hour or so. My femininity being brought into question, and his manly hood. Both due to the fact I could kick his ass without blinking. It really was the perfect, almost normal night in. Like having a taste of being a real couple for once.
We made love again and fell to sleep wrapped in each others arms, smiles on both of our faces, love in our hearts, and all that other girly crap that we both got off on but pretended not to. I was so glad that Dean had decided to come and get me after all. Glad I had him back in my life again.
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I jumped awake as Deans cell started blaring out rock music, Hells Bells by AC/DC, my hand instantly going for the knife I kept under the pillow. My heart relaxing after the second it took me to realise that it was his cell and not some random attack on us. Which unfortunately had happened in the past.
"Yeah." Dean answered the phone on the fourth ring; he'd also jumped awake when it started going off.
"What... Where? Yeah.. Ok... We'll be there... Yeah we... Thanks... Ok... Dad... Dad, you ok?... I know... Couple of hours, three at the max... Get Sammy to text Hells Bells... See you soon." Dean said into the phone before hanging up, I didn't like the sound of that.
"What's happened?" I asked Dean getting up and getting dressed with him.
"That was dad. Somethings killed Pastor Jim, we think it was the demon, he's going after dad's friends, he wants us close, wants us to help. Dad, he thinks he's found where it's gonna attack next." Dean said, his voice a monotone as he started shoving our crap into our bags.
"Babe?" I said gently, he didn't even look at me. "Dean?" I tried again. This time he did stop and look at me. His face was heart ache, pain and loss. "You ok?" I asked softly while walking slowly to his side.
"Yeah." He said quietly, that is until I wrapped my arms around his waist and started stroking his back comfortingly. "Its just... Pastor Jim... Ya know?" He said, his voice sounding as heart-broken as his face suggested he was.
"He a friend of yours?" I asked, not having a clue who the guy was but wanting to help, wanting to take his pain away anyway.
"Ya know dad use to leave us round yours a bit when he went on hunts? Well he also left us round pastor Jim's as well, he was like a distant uncle." I clutched him tighter as I realised just what Jim must have meant to him.
"How's Sammy and your dad?" I asked as Dean leant into me.
"We'll know soon enough." Dean told me his voice hardening as he pulled away from me and picked up our bags. "Come on Hells, let's roll." And with that we were out of there, out of our slice of normality. It hadn't lasted long before the death and destruction that followed us around caught up with us, a bad omen perhaps?
We drove out of the motel at terrifying speeds listening to Lynard Skynard's Simple Man.
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