I got out of the shower to an empty room. There was a note on the little table that read, 'Food. Be back soon' in Dean's handwriting. I smiled, shaking my head at how simple the note was, but it had meaning. At least I was important enough for him to think of me and let me know he had stepped out. Grinning, I tightened my silky robe, hoping that Sam would be off getting ready for his big dinner. If he came back with Dean... Awkward.
Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, I sat at the table. Opening it, I took a sip before screwing the cap back on. Scratching at the table with my thumbnail, I realized how nervous I was for Dean to get back home. I wasn't sure what was or wasn't going to happen, but my stomach was in knots and I couldn't sit still. So when the door made a clicking sound and opened, I nearly jumped out of my seat.
"Ev, I'm..." He trailed off when he turned to face me, his eyes wandering down my body and back up. "Back."
"I saw the note." I held it up before putting it back on the table.
"Uhhh..." He grabbed the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and hung it outside the door before closing it. I laughed softly at his face, but when his eyes met mine, I felt my stomach flutter. "I got you food." He brought the bag over and sat it on the table.
"Thank you." I said quietly, watching him. He cleared his throat before turning away from me.
"I'm gonna take a quick shower." He grabbed up some clean clothes and left me without a second look back. I sat back down at the table, beginning to second guess myself. Does he...does he not? I began to feel insecure suddenly, thinking about the way Sam had talked about him before we met. He had been quite the ladies man, obviously with some more experienced women. Swallowing hard, I frowned at the thought.
I don't wanna think about that. I wasn't sure what was worse, worrying I wouldn't be satisfying to him, or thinking about any other woman in the world that had been able to have him in that kind of way. My stomach knotted again and I stood, pacing around the room as I tried to get my head together. When I heard the shower turn off, I sat back down in the chair, waiting. The room was dimming slightly as the sun began to set and I wondered what time Sam's dinner was supposed to start.
But that thought faded as Dean entered the room in a pair of jeans and no shirt. I clenched my jaw as made his way over to me, a stupidly handsome smirk on his face. He stopped in front of me, leaning down so that his lips grazed my ear. "I know what you're doin', darlin', and it's makin' me crazy." He said gruffly. His breath tickled my hair, making me cringe slightly. He stood, holding his hand out to me. I took it, allowing him to pull me to my feet.
"Me? Make you crazy? Pshhh." I teased, my stomach tightening when he stepped closer to me, backing me against the wall.
"I make you nervous." He grinned.
"Dean.." I couldn't handle that grin.
"What?" He was watching me with those burning green eyes. Before I could reach up to kiss him, his hand went to my hip, the other to my face as he kissed me with an intensity that I hadn't felt from him before. He turned my body, walking me backward toward the bed as his hands pulled at my robe. Laying me down on the bed, his lips never left mine, his right hand making contact with my thigh. His fingers were warm as they trailed little lines up and down my thigh, his kiss quickening. My fingers grasped the hair at the base of his neck, causing him to break our kiss and tilt his head.
"Ev.." He growled hoarsely. I leaned up, kissing him hard, my little hands pulling at his short hair. Pulling away, I leaned back in, barely kissing his lips. I pulled away and leaned back in again to brush my lips across his. He let out a throaty growl, kissing me harder than before, nipping at my lower lip gently. I pulled away again, my eyes on his.
"Don't ask me to tell you to stop this time." I whispered.
"Fuck.." He muttered gruffly, moving to kiss my neck. His lips felt like fire on my skin, making me squirm slightly as his hand moved up my thigh. "You want..me to stop.. Just say it."
"I don't." I managed to say, as he leaned into me. He was positioned beside me, his body half over mine as his fingers trailed up under my robe. His mouth was on my shoulder suddenly, his teeth scraping my collarbone as his finger made contact with my underwear. He traced the lining of it with his fingers, torturing me. Dean kissed my collarbone, before I felt his teeth as he sucked on my skin.
He moved his hand up over me, resting on my stomach for a moment, before he began inching his hand down. His lips found my throat again, kissing me up to my chin as his fingers reached the line. Slipping under the fabric, he hesitated for a moment. I leaned forward to kiss him, my left hand resting on his shoulder, but he pulled back. "Nah, uh.. I wanna see your face." Something in his voice made my heart hammer even faster as he moved his hand lower. His finger made contact and I bit my lower lip, inhaling sharply.
He smirked, moving his finger in slow, teasing circles as I squirmed under him. He finally leaned down, kissing me hard as he quickened the pace. My back arched slightly as I moaned quietly against his lips. I felt him grin against my mouth and I bit his lip. Dean let out a small chuckle before moving his finger faster. I could feel my stomach tightening, my legs trembling as he stopped suddenly. His pace returned to the slow circles, making me dig my head back into the pillow.
"Dean.." I breathed his name, and he tilted his head to the side before looking back to me and kissing me again. His tongue slipped over mine as he started to quicken the pace again, forcing my back to arch and my stomach to tighten. I returned his kiss, both of my hands finding their way back to his neck, grasping at his short hair. Dean growled against my lips, breaking the kiss and moving his lips near my ear. "Dean.." I whimpered his name, not even caring how foreign my own voice sounded. He nipped at my ear gently, before his lips touched it.
"Come on." His voice was hoarse, sounding sexy as ever. I felt my stomach tighten as he moved even faster. "Come on, baby." His words sent me over the edge, as a pleasure that I'd never known flooded through my body. I found myself repeating his name over and over and over as my body responded to his touch. Dean slowed down a bit, letting me enjoy the intense pleasure, before stopping and moving his hand.
He rolled on top of me, kissing me hard. I returned the kiss greedily, still trying to catch my breath. The green eyed boy stopped kissing me suddenly, pulling back and moving off of me. "Roll over on your stomach." He instructed, and I looked up at him with questioning eyes. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes." I whispered, managing to roll over on my stomach. Dean moved beside me, leaning over me to kiss the back of my neck. He pulled the back of my robe down slightly, exposing my shoulders.
"I want to, Ev. Believe me, I want to." He said quietly next to my ear. "But I wanna take my time with you... I don't know when Sam'll be back." His fingers trailed slowly from my left shoulder to my right, creating chills along my skin.
I said nothing as he continued moving his hand back and forth across my shoulders. I wanted to believe what he said about wanting to, he sounded sincere. And I was glad that he did... But I was still nervous about it, as much as I wanted him. I'd never been anywhere near close like this to anyone, not intimately, and it was all new to me. I didn't want to disappoint him, the fear that I might causing me to feel relieved that he didn't do anything else.
"Evelyn?" Dean broke my thoughts, and I lifted my head, turning it to face him.
"Hm?" I laid it back down on the pillow, my eyes darting to his.
"You good?" His words made me laugh softly.
"I'm really good, Dean." I pushed myself up, turning into a sitting position in front of him. He was propped up on his elbow, watching me. I wrinkled my nose, before leaning down to him, my hand going to his neck. Kissing him softly on the mouth, I felt his hand grab my right shoulder as he kissed me back.
I pulled away from him after a moment, grabbing the covers and climbing under them. Dean raised an eyebrow as I held the covers up, offering him to lay beside me. He slid under the covers and I was expecting him to lay down . But instead, he hovered over me, leaning down to kiss me on the mouth. His lips were soft, inviting, as he kissed me slowly before moving to my jaw. He left a trail of kisses down my neck and when he spoke, I could hear the grin in his voice.
"Sammy might be out a little longer.." His hand found my ribs, his fingers grazing across them as he slid it toward my stomach.
"What if he comes back?" I asked quietly, as his hand moved down my stomach. His head raised up, his eyes on mine.
"I'm sure I can get you off without him noticin'."
"Dean!" I felt my face growing warm at his words and I was thankful for the dark room.
"All right, all right." He moved off of me, grinning. He laid down beside me and I rolled away from him, sitting up. Shrugging out of my robe, I tossed it to the floor and rolled back to Dean. Laying on my side, facing away from him, I felt his arm go around my waist to pull me closer to his warm body. His bare chest was against my back, allowing me to feel every breath he took. It didn't take long before I was enveloped in darkness.
"Evelyn.." I felt someone shaking me. "Ev, wake up." Dean's voice. I opened my eyes, squinting at the lamp that he had turned on.
"What? What time is it?" I asked groggily, sitting up.
"Sam's on his way back." Dean replied, pushing himself up off the bed. He walked over to the table across the room, grabbing his knife and sharpening tool.
"I'm up." I muttered, standing from the bed. Stepping over to my bag that was lying on the floor, I unzipped it and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. As I was putting on my bra, I felt eyes. My eyes darted up to see Dean watching me. Feeling frisky, I smirked. "Like what you see?"
"Hn." He gave me a grunt as I shrugged into my t-shirt and then wiggled my way into my jeans. It appeared that he was about to say something else, by the look on his face, when we heard the door unlock. It opened, Sam stepping inside and locking it behind him.
"Sam!" I gave him a grin from where I stood. "You have a good time?"
"Hey, uh, yeah. It was..good." He seemed a little off. Holding up a folder in his hand, he looked from me to Dean. "Sarah gave me what we needed." The younger Winchester sat down in the chair closer to me.
"So she just handed the providences over to you." Dean stated, glancing at his brother before back down to his knife as he sharpened it.
"Provenances." Sam corrected, earning a light grin from me.
"Provenances?" Dean's expression made me bit my lip to keep from giggling.
"Yes. We went back to her place, I got a copy of the papers.."
"And?" Dean asked after a moment.
"And nothing. That's it, I left." He replied surely, glancing back at his brother before looking back down at the papers in his hands.
"You didn't have to con her or do any...special favors or anything like that?"
"Dean, would you get your mind out of the gutter, please?" Sam turned his head once again to glare at his older brother.
"Sam's a gentleman." I smiled, and he looked at me with a thankful expression.
"You know, when this whole thing's done, we could stick around for a little bit." Dean said casually.
"I think that's a good idea." I chimed in, seeing what he was trying to do.
"Why?" Sam asked, his eyes back on the papers.
"So you could take her out again. It's obvious you're into her, even I could see that." His older brother pushed.
"Hey, all right, I think I've got something here." Sam ignored his brother's statement. Dean stood from his chair, walking over to Sam, and I made my way over to the boys from where I was standing as Sam handed his brother a paper.
""Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family, painted 1910"." He read.
"Now compare the names of the owners with Dad's journal." Sam instructed. Dean grabbed the journal, sitting in another chair.
"First purchased in 1912, Peter Simms." Dean informed, his eyes on the journal and papers in his hands. "Peter Simms murdered 1912." He glanced at Sam. I was standing in between the two boys, listening. "Same thing in 1945.. Oh, same thing in 1970."
"Then stored, until it was donated to a charity auction last month. Where the Telesca's bought it. So, what do you think? It's haunted or cursed?" Sam asked, looking at Dean.
"Either way, it's toast."
"We can do this, in and out." Dean tilted his head. "You sure you don't wanna hang here?"
"And let you two have all the fun? Pffft." I pushed past him, earning a chuckle.
"Figured." Dean replied, as he and Sam grabbed a few supplies. The three of us left the motel, jumped in the Impala, and headed to the warehouse.
It took only minutes to drive there, and Dean parked a short distance away, not wanting to draw attention. As we walked toward the gated warehouse, he glanced at me. "Can you get over that?"
"Really, Winchester?" I huffed. He held his hands up and Sam laughed quietly.
"Here we go." Dean took off running toward the iron gates, climbing up and over. Sam went next and I followed behind him. My feet hit the metal when I jumped up at the fence, my hands grabbing on. I pulled myself up, up, up until I was at the top. Carefully avoiding the spikes sticking up, I moved my legs through the gaps before making my way down on the other side. Once my feet hit the ground, I turned and gave Dean a smirk. "You little bad ass." He muttered playfully as we jogged toward the door of the building.
Sam disarmed the alarm once we reached the auction house door. "Go 'head."
Dean picked the lock and we were inside. Shining our flashlights around the place, we searched for the painting. I turned toward Dean in time to see his flashlight beam go straight up, hitting the freaky painting up above us. The three of us ran up the staircase, heading toward the creepy image. Once in front of it, Dean held his flashlight between his teeth and took out his knife, cutting the painting out of its wooden frame. We left the building with haste, Dean driving us to a dirt road and parking on the side.
The three of us got out of the car, Dean putting the painting down on the dirt. "Ugly ass thing." He struck a match. "If you ask me, we're doin' the art world a favor." He dropped the match, the painting catching fire.
"Buh, bye, creepy painting!" I shivered slightly as I watched it burn. We stayed until there was nothing left but ash. And despite taking care of the problem, I still felt an oddly nagging sensation that something was off as we headed back to the car.
I was laying on the bed, my hair still wet from my shower, when Dean came barging out of the bathroom. "We gotta problem, I can't find my wallet." His face was etched with concern, causing me to sit up on the bed.
"How is that my problem?" Sam asked as he packed his duffel bag.
"'Cause I think I dropped it in the warehouse last night." He answered the question worriedly as he walked across the room to grab his jacket.
"Oh, shit, Dean!" I jumped up, grabbing my own jacket from the edge of the bed.
"You're kidding, right?" Sam looked horrified.
"No. I mean, it's got my prints, my I.D. Well, my fake I.D., anyway. But we gotta get it before somebody else finds it. Come on."
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