A/N: Kelly's POV. Takes place after Michelle's possession where they split up to teach the girls how to shoot (chapter 9 in CitC)

Chapter Five: Sparks Fly

"My mind forgets to remind me, you're a bad idea
You touch me once and it's really something
You find I'm even better than you, imagined I would be
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world
But with you, I know it's no good"
- Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

We'd gotten into the Impala silently after leaving the kitchen. I could feel my surge of anger subsiding, but still bubbling under the surface. Dean flipped on a tape, and The Stones came on over the radio. I could feel him looking over at me occasionally as he drove, but I kept staring out the window not ready to talk. It felt childish, but I was near tears again as the anger left me, replaced with sadness.

After about 10 minutes of driving, Dean pulled off down a dirt road. We went for another 5 minutes before the road ended in an overgrown field. As he cut the engine the music stopped and the sudden silence was pronounced. I finally turned to face him while gesturing outside

"There's nothing here. What are we going to practice shooting at?"

"Sam may think it's smart to give an angry woman a gun. I don't."

I rolled my eyes, which earned me a glare. "I'm not going to be an idiot with a gun, you know."
Dean's voice was even, his tone calm. "No, but shooting isn't going to fix this."

"I can't force Michelle to talk to me. All she does is glare at me and avoid me."

His voice rose slightly, the calmness sliding. "Like you haven't been doing the same?"

"Excuse me?"

"Don't pull that shit with me, Kelly. I've seen it. I know it because I've done it. Avoid the problem and hope it just goes away without talking it out."

"Are you seriously telling me I need to communicate? Half the shit you get into is because you and Sam don't talk."

I felt myself crossing a line, but the words were out before I could stop them. Dean didn't look offended though.

"Yeah, so I'm a bit of an expert here. You need to talk it out. You need to forgive whatever needs to be forgiven and get on with it. Preferably sooner than later."

I wanted to be angry at him, but he was right. I had been stewing on it the entire drive, even if I didn't want to face it. Yes, Michelle was unfairly angry at me for not realizing she was possessed immediately, but how I handled it after was not my best. I could feel Dean staring at me for a long moment, before getting out of the car and moving around to the trunk.

"You coming?" he called as he propped it open.

As I walked around to the back of the car, I realized I had yet to see the real trunk. It was an actual arsenal. A messy, somewhat disorganized arsenal, but a truly deadly one nonetheless. I found my eyes drawn to a yellow cigar box. I picked it up and flipped the lid to find their stash of fake . I laughed at a few of the names and titles, forgetting momentarily that I was supposed to be angry. I turned to face Dean, holding up an FBI badge with the name Jagger.

"How has no one questioned any of these names?"

Dean smiled, and I saw relief wash over his face that I was no longer pissed off.

"What can I say. People have shit taste in music these days."

I laughed again, feeling even more weight lift off my chest. I turned back, staring back down into the box and got lost in a thread of thoughts. Somehow fake IDs reminded me just how real this world really was. I was snapped out of my daze as Dean reached around, taking the box out of my hands. I turned to face him, and as I looked up I realized he was standing closer to me than he usually did. I heard the box of IDs drop into the trunk, but was distracted as I felt his hand go to my hip while the other found its way to the back of my neck pulling my face to his. His kiss was light, tentative, his lips softer than I expected. I felt myself lean into him more, his hand on my waist pulling me closer. Our kiss deepened in response and the feeling of something I thought I'd forgotten stirred. I wrapped my arms around his neck, which helped me balance on my toes, being a good foot shorter than him. Finally, we broke apart, my hands going to rest on his chest.

"Wow," I breathed.

He laughed and I felt it reverberate through his chest. His voice was husky when he spoke. "I've wanted to do that for a while now. Not enough privacy at Bobby's."

I laughed, but I didn't know what to say next. I didn't trust myself not to say something stupid. Instead, I decided to pull him into another kiss. Communication was overrated anyway.

Dean's phone was ringing, but we were both too distracted to care. We'd relocated to the back of the Impala when we realized it was a bit too cold outside to be making out on the trunk. Both of our shirts and my bra were somewhere in the car with us, discarded without much thought now that heat wasn't a concern. I was on my back, Dean overtop of me. Despite being half-dressed, we'd stuck to making out...with some wandering hands. As his phone rang again, he broke the kiss, forehead resting on mine for a moment. I pouted while he pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered it.

"What?" I watched his facial expressions closely, silently praying it wasn't another vessel. "Yeah...yeah… we're uh...wrapping up shooting here." He smiled down at me and winked. "We're going to grab some food and head back." Another pause. "Fine." Another pause, "yeah, no pineapple, got it. Anything princess? Good."

He hung up and chucked the phone over the front seat before resuming the kiss for a few moments, mouth slowly moving along my jaw and down my neck. I wanted to escape into blissful ignorance but knew our time was wrapping. I knew I wasn't ready to take this all the way, but well...my body wanted other things in the moment. Especially as his kisses moved from my neck down my chest.

"Dean...we should probably…" A moan escaped my lips, "should probably head back. They're going to worry."

He stopped and moved back up, face over mine but his hands were elsewhere, "you sure?"

"God no, but…" another moan escaped, "duty calls?"

He sighed, dropping his head against my chest, his hands finding mine, our fingers intertwining. We laid silently for a few moments, catching our breath.

"Duty. Awesome."

He placed a light kiss on my forehead and sat up. He found my bra and passed it over, while I found my shirt on the floor. I watched him pull on his own shirt and enjoyed the view while I dressed before he moved out of the Impala. His hand appeared and he helped me slide out from the back.

"Uh, your hair."

He motioned to his own head and attempted to fix my hair. I swatted his hand away playfully and looked in the side mirror laughing at myself as I finger-combed my hair back into a proper ponytail.

"There. Do I look like I've been shooting?"

Dean gave me a slow once over, biting his lip, before snapping out of his daze.

"Yeah, about that. We'll have to actually train you, or Sam's going to think I'm a shitty teacher."

"Ah, so...you're not telling Sam about what we really got up to?" I suspected as much but felt myself deflate slightly realizing this was just likely a one-off thing.

"Probably best I don't. He'll lecture me for not training you and then he'll be weird around you because he's generally weird around girls. Are you going to tell Michelle?"

"Probably." I grinned, trying to hide my disappointment. "Been a while since I could share a hookup tale with her. Don't worry though, she won't say anything."

I smiled and turned away to walk back around to the passenger side. Trying to gather my thoughts and bury the feelings our makeout session had stirred. The ride to pick up pizza and back to Bobby's was quiet. I didn't really know what to say, and there was a weird tension in the air. As we pulled into Bobby's, Dean cut the engine and turned to me, "I know, all of this is strange, but that...that was nice."

A bemused look crossed my face, "nice?"

"Yeah, getting away. Forgetting all this reality for a minute?"

I felt my disappointment grow again. A distraction, just a distraction from reality. Don't get your hopes up, Kels. I read between the lines. I forced a smile.

"Yeah. Fun. Now let's just hope I don't need to shoot a gun any time soon." I grinned but got out of the car before he could respond and went into the house quickly.