"Handling yourself all right there Dean?" Alex asked, standing straight and gulping down the water with one fluid motion, crumpling the cup and tossing it into the black convenient garbage bag nearby.
Taking a towel, she wiped the sweat on her body, pulling it away with a disgusted expression on her face, her eyes landing on him and where he was staring.
Why is it suddenly hotter in here than it felt like one second ago?
About to say a snarky comment about how her face was higher up, she instead went to the PA system, turned off the music and informed everyone to go to the locker rooms and change for their next period, a reminder attached on the end about the football game tonight. There was no way in Hell Alex was showing up to one of those things again, she might love cheering but she didn't love watching guys pound into each other for a ball.
Once the gym was void of students, she re-jeweled the CD, headed for the water cooler. "Can you help me dump this outside?"
Are you sure outside and not somewhere or specifically on someone else?
Licking her lips and breathing out harshly, wanting desperately to tell the bitch to shut up. It was Dean, why for some reason that other half of her was getting some radical notion about liking the man was something that maybe she should go to Von for. Ha, after all she is now the new school counselor.
"Yeah, sure," Dean tossed the empty cup and went over to the water cooler and picked it up without much problem. His muscles tensed with the weight, skin becoming taught and showing off more skin as he lifted the large jug into a better position.
He sniffed and looked around, innocently oblivious to the lusty expression that had been on Alex's face mere seconds before he lifted the cooler. "Just get the door for me, okay?"
Nodding, feeling overheated from all the back hand springs that she hadn't realized she could still do, not to mention land her triple back flip. Apparently she still had it in her. Alex opened the door for Dean, the outside breeze resting on her still sweaty skin, the sun coming down and making the heat from the work out not any better.
Inhaling and closing her eyes, it was then she realized she done one thing wrong in her books of being a hunter. Yet again, letting her guard down around Dean. The cold water hit her, over the head and down her body, her mouth opening from the shock from hot to cold, hands to the sides, fingers splayed, she turned to look at the hunter.
"Oh you, you Winchester are going to pay," she growled, beginning to chase after him back into the school. Coming out of the gymnasium though, she didn't get to chase him far as she ran right into someone, landing on top, straddling their hips and breathing heavily. Trevor stared up at a wet Alex and couldn't help but smirk.
Dean laughed triumphantly his headdress bobbing up and down as he ran, his nimble movements compensating for the slipperiness of his moccasins. He slid a little however when he heard the crash of bodies behind him and his hazel-greens landed on Alex who had landed on Trevor.
"Trevor," Dean said over brightly, taking Alex's arm and helping her up hoping she would be somewhat okay with him helping her to her feet and off of lover boy.
You got lucky there, you little prick.
Dean wasn't too sure where the thought came from but he was sticking with it especially from the expression that was on Alex's face last night when Trevor pulled her onto his lap. Alex may have pissed him off royally sometimes but if she was in a bind he would be there to help her.
"Alex," Trevor said, pretending as if Dean weren't there as he stood up. "What are you doing here?"
"I-I said we would try what we could, so here we are. Teachers," Alex replied, lightly tugging at Dean's hand on her arm, though finding it sticking and not going anywhere anytime soon, she pressed her body against his to gain payback. What better way to do it when they couldn't run anymore and were forced to stay put?
"What are you two supposed to be then? Stripper for teen's emporium, and you...let me guess cheer leading coach?"
"Got one right. Dean here is the Mascot. Aren't you Dean?" she asked, smiling wide, devious and batting lashes as she looked at his face.
"Go Braves go," Dean said with as much enthusiasm as a cannibal getting a tasty meal of Long Pig. The hunter knew exactly what Alex was up to, unfortunately for her he was the experienced one, and she was not.
She was cold as ice but he stood firm while his nipples turned hard from chilly exposure. His arm wove gracefully behind Alex, warm calloused fingers running up the length of her back and from her hip to her shoulder blade while the rest of him stood next to her with her body pressing against his. Dean's sensuous touch had Goosebumps racing after his caress in eagerness to feel him again. Hazel-green eyes smiled down at Alex.
Don't play with fire; I'll eat you alive in more ways than one.
The lusty shade in his eyes played out in his subtle touch that went unnoticed by everyone else including Trevor who continued to act as if Dean ceased to exist. The kid needed a serious lesson in manners and Dean would be glad to provide the lesson. Dean could ignore it as long as the jock didn't try to get sweet on Alex. Otherwise Dean would be tempted to scalp him. The thought had Dean mentally shaking his head when the scene actually started to play out in all its bloody hi-def glory.
He was out now though, a free man, he didn't have to give in to those impulses anymore. His gaze flicked to his shoulder and the hand print brand that marked his flesh. It could have passed as a make-up affect for his mascot costume. It would make sense why Alex hadn't bothered to ask about it. Strange that Sam hadn't asked either.
Von's hit to his noggin' musta knocked something loose up there.
Of course the massive headdress provided ample cover on both his shoulders...it didn't matter, Bobby and Von knew about it, they were going to find out what it was. Dean didn't need to worry Sam or Alex about his latest body mod, well; his only body mod considering his hide was smoother than a greased slide. He had to earn himself some new ones.
The multi-talented, multi-tasker that was the eldest Winchester even spared a moment to wink suggestively and smile at a group of girls who he could tell a mile off had been ogling and whispering about him. He caught the fanatical breaths of some who thought he was by far hotter than the new librarian. Dean could tell they were all too young to consider as play mates. Alas, being the real life Greek God that he was a simple look could turn women to putty to mold with his skilled hands. It was a curse really.
So when he amped it up with the playful wink and charismatic smile he thought he almost heard what sounded like tea kettle whistles pierce the air. He was sure he had heard the term somewhere before for that particular sound, the one where it sounded like a dolphin was walking on broken glass. Squeeing. Yes, that was it.
Dean could take swooning, in fact he rather enjoyed the fact that he had that affect on the fairer sex, squeeing on the other hand he could not. What did they think they were, fan girls of some kind? They didn't even know who he was, yet they were staring at him like a pack of hyenas eyeing a gazelle.
"So Trev," Dean held back the satisfied smirk when he startled the young man from his stupor, "I see you like Alex's outfit."
A little too much if you ask me. Keep on staring at her chest like that and I know a way to quickly rid you of that eyesight of yours.
Alex chastised her skin for reacting, the Goosebumps rising on her cold flesh from his touch and she shouldn't have been gaining anything for him. Breathing in through her nose quietly however it coming in as a hitch when he continued to trace the path on her body, she pulled away, grabbing his arm behind her and pulling him back towards the gym.
Eyes meeting the passing girls, sending glares at them that said she'd kill them if they even so looked, sighed, or thought about Dean ever again.
Wait what?
Shaking her thoughts, she watched them scurry, a yearning lingering in the air from his teasing.
"It's just like the other cheer leaders outfits. Not that much different, except for the fact that this is Alex, and Brentwood's school colors don't look good on just anyone," Trevor replied,
"Okay, not that I don't love the fact that you two are talking about me, but Dean and I need to get back to cleaning up the gym. Come on Brave heart," Alex said with an innocent angelic smile, one that seemed to fit but didn't at the same time, tugging the hunter with her and entering the room they had just been in.
Once they were clear, Alex had every intention on shoving Dean, Hell slapping him for what he did, but then stopped when she spotted something on his shoulder. A hand print, red-pink, and puffy. There was no way that was apart of his costume.
Alex stepped close to him, her eyes intrigued and curious as she raised her free hand, placing it gently onto the print, spread fingers, cupping the bicep. It felt new, felt like any new burn did, soft, a bit hot even though it was well past the temperature when he had gotten it. Her hand ruined the perfect match up, tracing her fingers lightly on it, enthralled and with a strange curiosity as to what it would feel like under her tongue.
Flicking her attention to his face, she removed her hand, feeling uncomfortable, embarrassed and wondering why she did what she did. "How'd you get it?" she asked, turning around and heading over to where the garbage bag was by the bleachers.
Dean's cocky grin and comments died on his lips when Alex placed her hand on the hand print on his shoulder. It made him feel weird, in an even weirder good way, he didn't like it, yet he allowed Alex her strange little moment of what might have been some level of caring and affection until she came to her senses.
Dean shrugged and followed after her. "I had it when I woke up," he stopped next to Alex as she picked up the garbage bag. "Bobby's looking into it, and Von is helping out, well in her spare time," he shrugged again and looked away, studying the walls of the gymnasium done up with various colored stripes for different fitness activities.
That makes sense, however Alex avoiding this feeling inside that has started to grow isn't good and pathetic, the voice echoed in her head.
She didn't have any feeling. Maybe she was worried yes, but that was a given with hunters at times. Leaving the garbage bag where it lay she sat down on the bleachers, hating how she was wet and cold. Arms wrapping around herself she stared down at the floor.
Bringing her head up she saw Dean walk towards her in his leather jacket and patented bad boy attitude. Groaning she stood, pom poms in hand, tossing them at him as he chuckled. He had found out about her cheer leading today and he had shown up at practice. Of course she could've walked to Bobby's instead of needing a ride, Dean had insisted he drive Sam and Von back, only to return and see her suffer. "I feel ridiculous with you here Dean, besides this outfit isn't helping. You make me want to pull the skirt down a few inches so you can't see any more. Go home. I don't want to hear your teasing," she pleaded, her hands brushing down the one piece uniform nervously, going to the bottom of it, lifting her legs and trying to cover more thigh. Her long brown hair fell closer to her face, trying to curtain her uneasiness, her blue eyes becoming main attraction, but then again the uniform still gained attention it was seeking. Alex didn't like being vulnerable in front of him, he was Dean, a Winchester, and all the girls were talking about him or either trying to date him. One of the members on her squad had asked her if she was thinking about maybe the idea of being with Dean. Hell no, that girl-not her friend because even though everyone wanted to be around her or fuck her, they would no doubt turn on her back in an instant, considering not many people liked her-had told her that it showed. Alex didn't know what that meant, but she did know that it always seemed Dean brought out a side that wasn't trying to be tough or secluded. She wanted to be like most hunters, where emotions couldn't get in the way and to do that she had to toughen up. Her defenses and guard was always out of the window with him.
Looking up, Alex saw the Dean she saw as of current, dressed as a mascot, still holding the bad boy persona, thus the brown leather jacket wasn't on him, and she knew he probably had it to the day. Lying down on the bleacher, she stared at the ceiling so far away. What did that one girl mean that it showed now that she thought about it? What showed?
Well I know what is showing now and that is someone's peaks through the orange training bra.
Sitting up fast, her arms covered her chest, leg crossing over the other. When was lunch? When was the day going to be over?
Dean was every bit a red blooded man and was admiring Alex's body like it was a work of art. Thinking back on it though he couldn't believe he had been desperate enough to try with her. He remembered every finite detail of where his hands had explored and where his lips had tasted. Reigning in his libido he walked past her and to the gym office, scouring and digging through several cabinets until he found the items he was looking for.
He came back with another pair of brown shorts, and a fitted t-shirt with the emblem of a headdress on it. It was equally as orange as the sports bra but not nearly as revealing. Dean also managed to score a towel in his search. Dean could be a major perverted asshole most of the time, but he also knew how to be a gentleman when it really came down to it. He set the clothes next to her and draped the warm dry towel over her shoulders, his hands on either side of her arms for a moment before he dropped down next to her quietly.
"Thanks...Fuck; I can't believe I didn't notice. Especially with Trevor. He's..." she paused, sighing as she held the towel closer, shrugging it off as soon as the moment passed, her composure regained, face hard as she grabbed the clothed items. Standing up she took the towel and handed it to Dean. "Hold this up so then I can change clothes without anyone seeing."
When he complied, fully covered by the towel, she began to strip from the wet bra and shorts, hearing them come off and land on the floor with a tiny hint of a watery slap. Glancing down at her under garments-yes she wore a bra underneath that orange piece of a napkin-finding them soaked through. No wonder her chest was obvious.
Unhooking the bra, arm covering while she maneuvered the fitted T on, though it was a dry improvement, she felt weird without that one thing of safety, Hell, it held her switchblade and now she was without that weapon. The panties went next and soon she was into the new pair of brown shorts.
So this is what it is like to be Au Natural.
"I hate this," she breathed, tearing down the towel from Dean's grasp and bending over to grab her discarded items. "I feel damn well ridiculous."
Dean had been trained since a young age to hone every skill to lethal efficiency. He had knowledge on the use, assembly and maintenance of most firearms from the standard state trooper revolver to military issue sniper rifles and what he didn't know about them he could figure out in his sleep. He was well versed in the use of crossbows and knives, hell he even used a sword once or twice.
Stealth and guerrilla tactics were second nature to him; he knew how to stake out long hunts in the middle of the night, watch and wait away the long hours till the moment was right to strike. Every movement was precise, muscles coiling like gears spinning in a well oiled machine.
This was a test of those abilities.
Don't look. Don't look. Don't look. Don't look. Don't look.
Why Alex couldn't have gone into the change room several feet away Dean would never be able to guess. All he knew was that he was falling back on the memory of his father's voice his commands, ordering that he remain perfectly still, one with his surroundings. Moving, getting too impatient could cost one one's life.
In this case it would cost Dean his balls. He could still recall the sharp pain of her boot trying to insert itself up into his gut through his dick.
When Alex ripped the towel from Dean's grasp, he choked on the sigh of relief he was trying not to exhibit. He looked her up and down quickly and nodded that she was dressed and followed after her, a tilt of his lips watching the smooth curve of her backside, knowing full well she was commando underneath.
Alex have you forgotten that it's fall and a storm is on its way. It's going to get a tad nipply for you. Not that I mind and I would keep you warm too if it weren't for my manhood being at stake. I'm sure you understand.
Moving to the office with Dean in tow she shoved her wet clothes into a plastic bag she had found upon coming in there. The coach didn't keep things well organized, so it was no surprise to find something like that. Once they were in her duffel she brought she turned to face Dean.
"Wanna take off that headdress and take a walk around campus? You know, check it over while we can? While the halls are empty?"
Where no one is around and it's just you two alone...him no shirt, you...well...
Did it ever shut up?
"God yes, this damn thing's been giving me a headache," Dean's hands went up, abs stretching taut with the simple movement as he lifted the feathery contraption off his head. Feeling that his hair was a little matted and sticking out in odd places he ran his hand through it, spiking it back up again in its usual faux Mohawk style. "Wanna check as we go, or did you wanna meet up with Sam and Von and see if they found anything?"
"Let's go ahead and check the whole place out and then converse with them when lunch comes around. I wish this fucking place didn't seem like it was taking forever to get there let alone the end of the day."
Alex had felt his eyes on her, giving her a sense of self satisfaction while at the same being completely pissed off. Why was he looking? The only reason why would be because of her being damn buck naked under what little clothing she was wearing. Fuck, she was going to have a thong instead of shorts if she kept walking like this. She had extra clothes in her bag yes, but none that were the items she needed.
Did you ever really dislike Dean? Huh? Is it just something that was a plan after seeing him and hunting became first priority? You haven't dated anyone in years! Why not go for it?
Alex knew why as her eye gave an inner twitch unseen from the exterior, because it was Dean.
That isn't a good excuse.
In her opinion it was, and she didn't like him in that way or let alone at all. There were times they could agree and hell she did admit appreciate bodies from a sneaking glance but that was what normal humans do. "Now drop it," she said, face serious, but sliding into horror when she realized she had said it out loud and staring right at Dean.
Gotta watch what you say Alex and who you say it too.
A mental wink from the damn thing and Alex's eyes flicked at Dean's grinning face down to the animal hide pants, hands flying to her face in embarrassment as she turned and stalked back into the gym, across to the doors, saying as she went, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," repeatedly.
Dean was having an absolute field day with Alex, he hardly had to do anything and she would get herself completely worked up all on her own. The hunter had to wonder though if it was because of her demon side that she had had the sudden outburst. What could it have done or said to her to make her say that?
"Alex," he started after her, quickly catching her up."Hang on." He was walking alongside her now as she continued to stalk away; he stepped out in front and held out his arms to stop her, "What's going on?"
"I don't want to talk about it Dean," she said, passively, removing her hands from her face as she tried to get around the hunter.
"Fair enough, but in my experience not talking about something usually means sooner than later it comes back to bite you in the ass," Dean was sympathetic to her desire not to talk about herself. He was exactly the same. He wasn't asking her about what she said but why she said it. "Is it your...other half?"
Dean wasn't trying to push but these things needed to be known. Alex was hunting with them now, he needed to know if there was going to be a problem he needed to know that she had his back.
Breathing out, Alex met his eyes and wondered whether to tell him truthfully or to lie. "Maybe, but even if it was, you don't have to worry about it doing anything besides thinking," she answered. "And maybe Dean the reason why not talking usually gets you in the end, is because you let it. Me, I don't have that problem."
Bitch much? He had a point Alex.
Dean let out an aggravated noise that was between a sigh and a groan, "I'm going to start checking the school," he said offhandedly and stepped around Alex, walking out of the gym and down the hall towards the library.
"Of course when he means school he means 'check on Sam'," she said, following after him, knowing she did it again, causing aggravation in a person and that person was Dean. It was almost as if a goal had been accomplished, but it was a supporting goal, not a minor or main goal. No she had more to get to that had to make up for over the years.