Is he always so...Scary?
Delilah sat in Bobbys living-room, still dressed in her P.J's. Jack sat next to her, also in his P.J's. Both of them had a bowl of cereal and were watching cartoons. She smiled, hearing Jack laugh at his favourite morning show.
"Bobby's coming home today." She told him, casually, out of the blue.
Jack's head snapped round, shock written on his young features. "Really?"
"Uh-Uh," She smiled behind her spoon as she brought a scoop of milk and cereal up to her mouth. "And he's bringing a friend with him." She said, putting the spoon in her mouth and munching on her breakfast.
Jack eyed her warily. "Wha' friend?" He asked, though it sounded more like 'fwiend'.
"His name is Dean." She informed her son, bringing another spoon of cereal up to her mouth. When she finished the mouthful she said, "He's really nice." She sighed when he didn't reply. "I know you don't like new men but Dean is..." She bit her lip, choosing her next words carefully. "He's a very good friend of mine." She decided to go with.
Jack kept hid head down, using spoon to play with his cereal.
Delilah sighed, putting her spoon in her bowl. "I know it's been hard on you since your Uncle Peter-"
Jack lifted his head up, hearing her words. At the mention of his Great Uncles name, his eyes began to fill with tears and his teeth caught his bottom lip, a habit he got from his mom.
"-went to heaven but you can't treat others this way." She told him softly. "Oh, baby..." She put her bowl on the coffee table and did the same with his before wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into her side. "I know, I know..." She breathed. "I miss him too." She felt her own tears fill her eyes.
Jack's little body shook with sobs. "W-why'd he gooooo?" He cried out, his hands tuck themselves under his chin.
"He didn't want too," She sniffled, putting her nose to his hair. She laid a soft kiss there. "He loves us, so much but..." How the hell do I explain to him that a monster took his Great uncle away? She sighed, deciding to go with, "But heaven needed him." She lied.
Jack sniffled and hiccuped. "Why?"
"They wanted Peter to be a angel." She smiled at the thought. "And heaven needed him."
His voice was quiet. "I needed him."
Delilah clenched her eyes shut causing two tears to roll down her cheeks. "Me too, baby." She pressed another kiss to his head. "But you can't treat men this way because of what happened." She told him, pulling back so she could look at his face. "It's not fair on them."
"But I don' like 'em."
She used the palm of her hand to wipe the tears off his cheeks. "You don't know that 'til you get to know them."
He shrugged. "Don' wanna' get ta' know 'em."
She frowned, pulling him back to her side. She rested her head on top of his. "How about speaking to someone." She suggested.
"Wha'd you mean?" He mumbled.
"Like...Sometimes when people have somethin' sad happen, they go to speak to someone about it." She explained to him, stroking his hair. "And it helps them get the hurt out."
That made Jack look up, interested. "I have a lot of hurt." He admitted with a small voice.
His face looked so broken and it broke Delilah's heart. A tear rolled down her face. "How about I get Rose to talk to you?" I remember her saying somethin' about taking psychiatry classes... "And she might be able to help you get rid of some of the hurt."
He looked thoughtful for a second. "I -I think I'd like that."
She brushed a hand threw his hair. "Me too, Mommy doesn't like it when you're hurtin'."
Jack nodded against her side.
Giving him another kiss on the head, she leant forward and grabbed his cereal. She passed it to him and went to grab her own when she heard her phone ring. Leaving her cereal on the table, she grabbed her phone which was sitting next to where she put her cereal down.
Her heart leapt when she saw Dean's name flash on the screen. She gave Jack a smile and stood up, walking to the kitchen. Her body felt like a bag of nerves when she remembered the night before...
"That's my baby. I want you to cum, 'Lila. I wantchu' to cum so fuckin' hard for me, OK? C'mon, baby, I wanna' hear you cumin' for me." He encouraged, his voice even more strained.
His words..Fuck, his words...His words did it for her and she felt herself go over the edge, her fingers working frantically as she threw her head back against her pillow, her mouth forming words that she would later remember were, "Fuck, Dean!". She whimpered as her fingers slowed, her body twitching with pleasurable after shocks. "God," She breathed. "Jesus..." She swallowed, her fingers slowing until they eventually stopped.
"Enjoy that?" Dean chuckled in her ear.
"Mmm." She hummed, her eyes remained shut. "Wha' 'bout you? Did you, you know..."
"Hell yeah."
She smiled sleepily. "Good."
"Hey Dean," She greeted, unable to stop her words from sounding high pitched. She rolled her eyes at herself and nervously bit at her thumb nail.
"Hey, sweetheart." He greeted back. "You sleep alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, I did," She smiled around her thumb, relieved that they fell into conversation so easily and it didn't feel at all awkward. "What 'bout you?"
"Mm, the best." They both chuckled at that, knowing the reason behind why they both had a good nights sleep.
"So what time am I gonna' be seein' you today?" She asked, removing her thumb from her mouth and absently placing with the string on her shorts.
"We're about 2 hours out." He informed her and she suppressed the urge to squeal. "Bobby got released 'bout a hour ago n' we just stopped at a gas station so I can fill my baby up."
"That sounds dirty." She joked; Dean chuckled. "Does Bobby know you're talkin' to me?" She asked him curiously.
"Yeah," Dean confirmed. "He's sittin' in the car. I told 'im I'd give you a call n' let you know we're on our way."
"O'right." She replied. "I best go get me n' Jack dressed then."
"OK, I'll seen you soon." She could hear a grin in his voice.
"Yeah.." She breathed. "See you soon."
She bit her lip, feeling flutters in her belly at the idea of seeing Dean again. She realised how much she had started to care for him. When she first met him, she fancied him. He was hot, and she admired him after hearing Bobby's story's about him. Every time she looked at him, she felt lust but that grew into something more after spending 5 days with him and talking to him every night on the phone for the past week. She noticed she'd gained new feelings for him; she cared about him...A lot. She decided, he was becoming her best friend. A best friend you wouldn't mind bangin'...
Her eyes widened, seeing the familiar car pull into Bobby's yard. "They're here!" She called to Jack who was sitting in the living room playing with his Lego.
Jack's head snapped up. "Gramps?" He said excitedly, standing up.
"Yeah," Delilah nodded, taking a glance at her son before looking back out the window. She saw Dean helping Bobby into his wheelchair. "And mine and Bobby's friend. Remember, I told you about him?"
Jack nodded, a bored expression on his face.
"Hey!" Delilah scolded. "Be nice." She told her son, hoping he wouldn't act up like he usually did when it came to new people. Well, more with men than women. He's quite the little ladies man, actually. He just didn't seem to like men all that much. Without waiting for a answer, she walked to the front door and pulled it open. Leaning against the door frame, she smiled. "Hey." She greeted softly, seeing them by the steps.
"Hey," Dean grinned, nodding in her direction.
Bobby grumbled a 'Hey', a grumpy look on his face as Dean turned his wheelchair around, pulling it up the steps backwards.
Delilah frowned. "You OK?" She asked, concerned as they walked into Bobby's house.
Dean nodded, coming to a stop in the middle of the living room. "He's just got a stick up his ass."
"Gramps!" A little voice squeaked. He ran towards his 'Gramps' and hesitated, seeing Bobby's wheelchair.
Bobby saw the look on the little boys face and pulled him into a hug. "You alright boy?" He asked, gruffly.
Delilah smiled as they chatted away and turned to Dean. "So, uh, it's good to see you again." She told him quietly, tucking her hands in the back pockets of her jeans.
"Yeah," Dean nodded, giving her the once over. "You look good." He complimented. She was wearing a long sleeved black T-shirt that hugged her curves and dark blue jeans with fluffy slippers that had a leopard skin pattern.
"I always look good," She joked, a light blush on her cheeks.
He couldn't help but hum in agreement. "So, that's little Jack?" He questioned, though he already knew the answer. Who else would it be? He glanced over to the young boy, seeing that he'd crawled into the older man's lap and was sitting on his knee, engrossed in conversation.
"Yep," She smiled proudly. "That's my boy." She frowned. "He might not be...Friendly at first." She warned him. "He doesn't like new men since Peter died."
Dean shook his head. "It'll be alright; Kids love me!" He grinned and winked at her. He turned and walked towards Bobby and Jack. Kneeling down on one knee, he said. "Hey there, buddy. My names Dean." He held out his hand.
Jack glared at him.
Dean looked shocked. "Ur," He swallowed. "I'm gonna go and..Stand over there." He muttered, standing back up and walking back over to Delilah who was stifling a laugh. He nodded at her. "I think that went well." He told her sarcastically. "Is he always so...Scary?"
She snorted. "Are you tellin' me you're scared of my 4 year old?" She asked him, amused.
"What? No!" Dean denied he opened his mouth to continue but Bobby cut him off.
"You didn't have to tidy up, 'Lila." Bobby grumbled at her. He hated feeling like people were looking after him.
"Yes, I did." She disagreed. "Remember, I'm livin' here too, and I like things to be tidy."
Bobby grumbled something about it smelling like flowers.
Delilah yawned, quietly making her way downstairs. She'd just put Jack to bed - all that glaring at Dean had exhausted him – and after watching his eyes start to droop, she decided it was time for him to get some sleep. Bobby was asleep in the make-shift bed she'd made in his study and Dean was sitting on the sofa, waiting for her to return.
She gave Dean a thumbs up as she walked into the living room. "Out like a light." She told him, tucking her legs underneath her as she sat on the opposite side of the sofa to Dean.
Dean nodded. "He seems like a nice kid." He complimented. "You know, when he isn't looking like he wants to kill me." He chuckled.
Delilah smiled. "Yeah, I don't know why he does that." She shrugged. "Give it a few days n' he'll be fine." She assured him. I hope..
"If I'm still alive by then..."
She laughed. "I'm sure you will be." She teased. "So, how long you plannin' on stayin' for?"
"Why? Bored of me already?" He grinned; she chuckled, shaking her head. "When I find somethin' that needs hunting." He answered, shrugging.
"I've never been huntin'." She confessed. "My uncle Peter was a hunter. Him and Bobby taught me everythin' I know." She swallowed. "When I was 18, I found my mom tied up in the living room and my Dad holdin' a knife." She shuddered at the memory. "His eyes went black n' he slit my mom's throat." She paused, glancing at his face. "I managed to get the knife off him and stabbed him and then this black smoke flew outta' his mouth." She exhaled. "Then my Dad was dyin' in my arms." She finished, wiping a fallen tear from her cheek.
"I'm sorry," He said softly, brushing her hair off her shoulder. His hand then went to her cheek, his thumb catching the tear.
"Thanks," She replied quietly. "After that I burnt the house down and disappeared, police assumed I was dead," She told him. "Still do. Bobby found me that night walkin' along the road and I told him what happened. He told me that it was a demon. I thought he was freakin' crazy." She chuckled; Dean smirked. "He brought me back here," She said, looking around the room. "And turns out, my Uncle Peter lived just down the road." She sighed. "Jack can't go to school." She said, randomly. "Only me, Bobby, Rose, Rose's daughter and Peter knew about him before you and Sam. He doesn't exist to anyone else." She paused. "Oh and he's so-called 'father'." She rolled her eyes.
Dean frowned. "That must be rough on you and Jack."
Delilah nodded. "It is; I wanted Bobby to make him a fake I.D or somethin' so he could go to school but Peter said it was better this way. That the less people knew him, the less likely he would be in danger. So...I teach him from home."
Dean looked impressed. "That's pretty smart." He commented.
She nodded. "I know, didn't mean I had to like it though." She chuckled. "I just wanted him to be able to be a normal kid, you know?" At Deans nod, she continued. "But then Peter...Peter said to me 'Would you rather he be a normal kid or would you rather he be safe?' and...I guess there's no competition there." She frowned. "I'm talkin' to much, aren't I?" She chuckled nervously, scratching the back of her neck. "Sorry." She apologized, sheepishly.
Dean waved her off. "After spendin' years with Sam, who usually just broods most the time, it's refreshing." He chuckled and she laughed silently. "I'm really sorry about your parents." He said again, firmly. "I never really knew my mom; she died in a house fire when I was 4 years old." He swallowed thickly. "My Dad died about 3 years ago now."
"I know about your Dad." She admitted quietly. "You all got into a car accident, right?" At his nod, she continued. "Bobby told me. He was goin' outta his mind worrin' 'bout you then he said about how you miraculously recovered but your Dad..." She stopped, seeing a pained expression. "I usually visited him – Bobby, I mean - about 3 times a week but I remember him askin' me not to 'cause he thought it would be best if you guys had some space. You came to stay with Bobby for a while, didn't ya'?"
"Yeah, I needed to fix up my baby." He told her, smiling slightly. "So, has Jack ever met his Dad?" He asked, curiously.
"No," She shook her head. "He never wanted anythin' to do with Jack. Said he was too young to be a Dad." She rolled her eyes.
"Jerk." Dean whispered under his breath.
"Mhmm," She smiled and yawned. "It doesn't matter, he had Bobby and Peter to fill that roll. It would be nice for him to have a Dad but..." She sighed. "Not a lot I can do there."
Dean bit his lip and nodded. "He seems ta' be doin' alright without one."
She nodded in agreement. "He is. Well, you know, except the glarin' men to death part." She smiled slightly then frowned. "It's the strangest thing. He never used to do it until my Uncle Peter died." She confessed to him. "I was hopin' it would go away in time but no such luck." She bit at her lip for a second. "I'm gonna' ask my friend Rose to talk to him. She took a few psychiatrist classes so I'm hopin' she can help."
"Rose?" He questioned. Where have I heard that name before...
"She's mine and Jack's doctor." She told him. "She knows all about huntin' so she's helped Bobby out a few times. She helped me when I was in labour with Jack."
Oh, yeah... Dean remembered. "Sounds like a good idea."
"I think so." She replied. "I best be goin' to bed. Jack likes to wake me up early." She bit her lip. "Night, Dean." She whispered softly before leaning forward and giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek, just brushing his lips.
"Night." Dean swallowed thickly, watching as she stood and made her way up the stairs. He didn't release his breath until her heard the soft click of her bedroom door closing. He touched the place where her lips had just been and smirked to himself. Oh, she wants me... Licking his lips, he looked at the stairs. Maybe I should go give her a proper goodnight kiss... He stood, walking to the stairs when suddenly Bobby's muffled voice came from the study, stopping him.
"Don't even think about it, ya' idjit."
Dean closed his eyes and sighed, deciding to go straight to his bedroom instead of Delilahs.
God-dammit, Bobby...
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