Hi, guys. Here's the next chapter. Hope you'll like it. :)))
The bar's crowded. The music's playing in the background, human clamor all around. I squeeze through the crowd, and the moment I reach the bar, I order a beer and find an empty stool.
"Thanks," I mutter when my beer arrives and take off my jacket, putting it on the bar next to me.
I don't pay much attention to the surroundings, just sipping my beer. I used to come here as a teen with my friends, drinking, playing pool, skipping classes. We had really good time. I look around, not seeing the people, but the panel-work on the walls, the wooden chairs spoiled by time, the polished tables that haven't changed much, the green pool tables, the cue sticks, the rattling of the balls. It looks the same, and still, everything's so different. Maybe it's because I'm different. I'm not that stupid crazy in love girl anymore. The one who loves teasing her boyfriend every time she beats him in darts or when asked where she's been the last couple of days telling jokingly obvious lies. A girl must have her secrets.
I sigh. It feels like a lifetime ago. The bartender comes and slides towards me some fancy looking cocktail with a little umbrella. When I raise questioningly my brows, he says
"A treat from..."
"You know what" I wave my hand cutting him off "I don't give a shit. Just send him a glass of cold water. My treat" I push away the cocktail
He shrugs and leaves me alone. I shake my head. Do I really give the impression I'm in the mood for flirting? I take a huge gulp from the beer, almost choking when I hear a voice behind me.
"Well, well... I didn't believe the rumors, yet here you are. Braeden Singer, you haven't changed a bit."
I turn around to face not as tall as I remember him man with still well-maintained body, yet his hair thinning, and a huge grin stretching his lips. I wonder what I used to see in him.
"Ryan." I barely nod, taking another sip from my beer, "I wish I could say the same to you, but it'd be an obvious lie."
It earns me chuckles from his friends, who are just a couple of steps behind him. He glares at me, anger in his eyes.
"I see your temper hasn't changed either" he spits "You're still the same vicious bitch I remember."
"What, you're still angry for kicking your ass after I caught you with Lacey Browning in the back seat of your car?" I let a small smile play on my lips "Ts... I wonder, did you enjoy your journey home?"
"Oh, you bitch..."
This time I laugh. I was so heartbroken when I caught him cheating on me. But as always, my emotions took the best of me. So I burnt his clothes and made sure all four tires of his car were flat. And that's before I opened the door and dragged him out by his hair, calling him all the names I could think of. And being Bobby's daughter, I was pretty creative.
"What do you want?" I stand up, putting some money to cover my check and take my jacket
"I thought we could catch up." he casually shrugs, "After all, it's been years."
A grunt escapes me.
"No matter how tempting this might sound" I wrinkle my nose disgusted "I'll pass" I try to go around him but he grips my arm.
"Oh, come on. Don't be like this."
"Let go." I calmly say.
"Just one drink." he pulls me closer to him.
"I don't think so." I look down to his hand on me, then back to his eyes. "Now, let go before I get angry."
"Don't be stubborn." he pushes.
"I said..."
"Let go!" a familiar gruff voice says.
I turn around to face its green-eyed owner.
"Dean." I breathe out in shock; how the hell did he find me?
"She said to let her go," he repeats, threat obvious in his voice, eyes full of anger.
"Well, well..." Ryan's grip on me loosens, "and if you haven't brought your guard dog. Winchester, it's been a while."
"Shut it, you moron." I push him and go to Dean, "C'mon, I promised Jody not to cause problems." I gently touch his hand, his eyes widen at my touch and voice, "let's get out of here, babe."
"Wait, wait. Babe?" Ryan's laugh is nasty and neglectful, "So you're the one screwing the bitch, huh?"
Dean takes a step forward, his body tensed, his fists clenched. I quickly cut his way, pushing him in the chest.
"Wait, Dean, no!" I plea, "Don't hit him!"
"Why not?" Dean growls.
"'Cause I will." before anyone realizes what's going on I punch Ryan in the face, a familiar crack, and a splash of blood follows.
Ryan groans and cries, holding his nose. Dean looks at me in complete shock.
"What? He called me vicious." I duck, realizing we missed our chance to leave without a fight.
Ryan's friends fly out at us. Dean and I leap into action like clockwork. We fall into a familiar rhythm, relying on each other. It's us against everybody. Poor bastards have no idea what they got themselves into. Six of them against the two of us. Fools. We quickly deal with them and rush through the door before anyone else decides to play hero or call the police. Dean looks through his shoulder to me and mutters.
"And I taught it was because he called you bitch."
The silence is depressive, the only noise the rumble of the Impala's engine as Dean speeds down the road. I can feel how he looks at me from time to time, his eyes piercing right through me. I try not to look at him, though I can't help but notice how tensed he is. And I know this has nothing to do with the fight at the bar. It's because of what he did under the influence of the curse and how I left. Though it was not the only reason I left. It was just the last drop. In the last couple of days, I realized Jody was right. I needed to let it all out, to really pour out all my emotions. And the little time spent away from all things supernatural helped me to get together. It didn't make the nightmares go away, but it made me feel a bit better about myself, made me believe I was strong enough to deal with it on my own.
I slowly take a deep breath and look through the window as we pass by the dark blurs of trees and bushes alongside the road. What am I going to tell Dean? I cast a glance at him. Dean's jaw is clenched, his grip on the wheel tight. I bite my lip. Yeah, he freaked me out. Yeah, he promised never to hurt me, but he hit me. It was because of the curse. He wasn't himself. He wasn't my Dean. The same way the games Naomi played with my mind. My Dean is here, next to me, full of guilt and regret. I have to fix that. I have to fix us.
Soon Dean pulls over in front of Jody's house. I don't rush to open the door. Dean looks at me, and before he can utter a word, I throw myself at him, slamming my lips into his. I put everything into it. He eagerly kisses me back, and when we pull away, we're panting.
"God, I missed you so much," I mutter and hug him tight.
The conversation that follows is quiet but heartbreaking, full of I'm-sorry-s, apologies, warm hugs, and kisses full of promises. We work this out like we always do. Relief washes upon both of us when we finally realize it's just us again, no regret or guilt standing between us. We know each other well enough to not need many words after that. I silently lead him inside the house that tonight we have for ourselves.
The first thing I do is to set the water running, filling up the tub. Then gently tug at Dean's clothes, making him undress. Only now I notice he got punched in the face, his left eye going black. I sigh, that one's on me.
"It's okay," he whispers and kisses my fingers.
"You look tired," I lead him to the bathroom and point at the now full tub "Get in."
He obediently steps into the warm water, and the moment he sinks in, leaning back, I see how some of the exhaustion draws away from his face. I carefully close the bathroom door and remove my clothes. Dean watches me through hooded eyes. A lustful smile plays on my lips as I step into the tub. But much to his surprise, I settle behind him, my legs surrounding him as I pull him to lean back on my chest, his head falls back on my shoulder, and his eyes close. My hands wander over his tensed muscles, sweeping my palms over his back as far as I can reach, without making him move, pressing and rubbing, gently increasing the pressure. We're quiet, the only noise the peaceful spatter of the warm water, increasing the sensations, and Dean's huffs of appreciation. He sighs in complete bliss, so I continue, gently squeezing his muscles to loosen them up, which earns me a groan.
"What?" I ask trying to keep my voice straight, ignoring the urge to kiss his neck and suck at the flesh there.
"It feels really nice." he breathes out.
"Is that so?" I gently slide my hands to his chest and down to his stomach, he sucks in a breath, "How about now?"
"That's... better."
"Really? And now?" I playfully nip at his ear and let my hands go even further down, stroking him.
He moans, his hips jerking up, seeking more friction.
"I thought so." I chuckle.
Dean grabs my hip, squeezing it, and I keep sliding my palms around him, my lips never leaving his neck. Soon I've got him all worked up, his chest heaving heavily and his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Do you want a break?" I ask, pulling my hands away, but he grabs them, squeezing tightly.
"Stop teasing me." he pants, capturing my lips with his, the kiss demanding and full of greed and lust.
"Whatever my man orders." I smile at him and move from behind him, maneuvering myself over his lap, arching my back, "Whatever he wants from me..."
There's a warm weight over me. I hum in appreciation and get myself more comfortable. A light kiss on my shoulder makes me smile.
"Dean..." I murmur half asleep, "It's too early..."
His weight shifts as he completely hovers above me, kissing my neck, his hands caressing my sides and sliding further down my body.
"Dean." I try to whine in protest, but it comes out more of a moan, and he chuckles, " I wanna sleep..." I shudder as his fingers rub me lightly.
"Close your eyes then." he kisses me again "And I'll make you feel really good."
"Mhm..." I sigh and in a second manage to form words, opening my eyes to look at him, "Is that some kind of a fantasy of yours? Having your way with me? While I'm half asleep?"
"And what if it is?" he chuckles, his emerald orbs staring at me, his hands never stopping their march upon my body.
"Then," I hook my leg around his waist, pulling him closer "I'd like you to show it to me."
And he does. He shows me how much he wants me. That pleasure can be both passionate and slow, fiery but still sweet, everything building up gradually to an imminent explosion of feelings. Desire, need, care... And love intertwined into one the same way we are connected into one, by soul and body. And it is glorious.
So, how do you like the chapter? I know it's a bit different, more about Braeden and Dean's relationship, bit more sex than usual but I couldn't help my self but to give them some peace and quiet. What do you think of that development? Drop me a review and tell me. :))) Have a happy Friday and long and relaxing weekend. :)))
