Disclaimer: Still don't own…stop rubbing it in! Just kidding, but when I do find and purchase these boys, you will be the first to know! ;)
Author's Note: Thanks for all the great reviews! It really helps me to know that you guys like it. Okay, now, about this chapter, there's a lot of…well, not so pleasant situations…but nobody, like, dies or anything. Just a warning that Dean isn't the sweet, charming always get the girl type all the time…well, at least not the sweet and charming part ;)
Chapter Five: Not yours for the taking…
Dean threw off his coat, barely hearing it fall to the floor. He's never felt so frustrated by someone, let alone a woman. How could he let her get to him? Pacing around the living room, he mumbles profanities under his breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a reflection of light. Looking toward the front door, he sees the hanger on the wall, holding multiple sets of keys dangling down against the wall.
For an instant, a picture flashes in his mind of finding the key to the mansion and getting in on his own to save the day. Okay, so he really just wanted to impress Micah-but he didn't just admit that to himself.
"Alright, it would be an older looking key. Come on, be here," he mumbles, rifling through all of the gold, bronze, and silver trinkets.
Suddenly, he can hear Micah and Sam outside on the porch. Immediately, he moves back to the living room and sits on the couch, leaning forward, elbows on knees and head in hands.
"Dean, we're back," Sam calls, closing the front door.
Looking up, Dean sees Micah standing in the doorway to the living room, her big bright eyes fixed on him. He opens his mouth to speak, but he's cut off when Sam enters.
"How ya doin'?" Sam asks, sitting next to Dean on the couch.
"Fine. How was your walk?" Looking into his younger brother's blue-green orbs, he recognizes that there's a secret held in them.
"Well, it's getting late," Micah says quietly. "I'm going to go take a shower. By the way, the guest room is the second on the left down the hall."
"Thanks," Sam grins as she turns to leave.
Dean waits to question his brother until they hear the shower running. "What is it, Sam?"
"What's what?" Sam looks innocently at his brother.
"Come on, it's written all over your face. What, did you kiss her? Tell me what's going on," Dean presses, standing from the couch.
"No, I didn't kiss her. Why, would you be jealous? Admit it, Dean, you want her," Sam grins his best 'I was right' grin.
"Okay, so she's hot. And she obviously knows something about cars. And the supernatural. In fact, it sounds sorta like she grew up knowing about it, like we did. So, yeah, I'll say it, Sammy, I want her. What's it to you?"
"I just wanted to hear you say it," Sam shrugs, leaning back on the couch. Dean wants to ask again about this secret, but before he can, Sam sits bolt upright. "I almost forgot!"
"Forgot what?" Dean inquires, startled by his brother's action.
"We're-out of rock salt. I think we're going to need it if we do get into that house. I'm going to go see if I can find a grocery store that's still open," Sam lies, hoping his brother doesn't catch on. In all reality, he was going to try to be gone long enough for Micah to get out of the shower so she and his older brother could have some quality alone time.
"Don't even think about asking if you can take my car. Not after the last time. Besides, downtown is only a few blocks away," Dean states plainly.
"Okay, I'll be back in a few."
Dean watches his baby brother go, trying to recall if he'd seen any extra rock salt lying around in their possessions. Brow furrowed, he hears a new sound coming from the bathroom, where the shower is still running-singing. He can't understand the words, but the melody keeps his attention drawn.
In the shower, Micah revels in the feeling of the warm water hitting her sore muscles. Relaxing, she begins to hum a nameless song, a smile coming to her full lips. Lost in her own world, the words to an old folk rock song that her father used to sing come to her mind. She thought it was James Taylor, but couldn't exactly be sure.
At the beginning of the second verse, she hears a door creak, and her singing becomes softer as she tries to figure out if it was, as her mind wants her to believe, that bathroom door.
In the midst of her close listening, she stops singing, losing the words to the darkness of her mind. "Sam?" she finally speaks, "Dean, is that you?"
Her questions are met with silence as she watches a dark shadow move about on the other side of the opaque white curtain. Her body tenses as she moves, ready to reach out and grab the towel on the rack right outside the shower.
"I never would have thought you'd have such a beautiful voice," a gruff voice muses, and she jumps, out of pure shock.
"Dean! You scared the shit out of me," she breathes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What? I had to piss," he innocently counters.
"You couldn't wait?" Even she has to laugh at the innocent tone in his voice.
"I apologize, really, but when nature calls…" he lets his voice trail off, knowing that she knows how it ends.
"My god," she sighs, leaning back against the shower wall.
"Where?" Dean jokes. They laugh together for a few moments before the laughter gives way to silence. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," she answers, watching as he steps closer to the curtain.
"Why do you like my brother so much more than me?" His voice carries an air of desperation, need.
"I don't necessarily like him more than you," she begins, wondering how to continue. "It's more that I know he's safer than you. I could see you coming from a mile away."
Dean is quiet for a moment, thinking back on what his brother said. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asks, his voice sounding rougher than he'd intended.
She winces briefly at the angered tone of his voice, even if he can't see her. "Come on! You're one of those guys who thinks that he's got every girl wrapped around his finger. Do you think I'm stupid? But, tell me Dean, how many of those women are desperate for a quick lay, just like you?"
"Look, I'm not desperate for a quick fuck! Any girl that I'm with is-"
"Is what, Dean: lucky?" she cuts him off. "Or do you just take what you want?"
"Where do you get off?" Dean shouts, stepping ever closer to the shower curtain between them.
"I'm not yours for the taking. You're nothing but a cocky asshole. I don't think that you could commit yourself to anyone. Is it easier that way? Does it make you feel better to know that you've got no responsibility to anyone?" she cries.
For a moment, no sound is heard other than the shower. Micah shivers under the drops of water that have begun to turn cold. The tension is so thick that Micah never once thinks that Dean has left or that their argument is over.
Without a sound or word, Dean steps into the shower, fully dressed in a gray t-shirt, jeans, and boots. She backs against the wall, her arms down by her sides and her hands splayed against the tile. He towers over her, his hands on either side of her head.
"What do you want?" he whispers, water dripping down his face. She can feel his hot breath against her cheek as she cowers away from him. "Do you want me to touch you? Fuck you?" He tilts his head down closer to hers, his lips hovering inches away.
"Dean, I-" she's cut off by his lips crashing against hers. Her body lets go of its held tension as she leans into him, falling into his chest. His strong arms wrap around her shivering body as he feels her collapse into them.
Breaking his lips away from hers, he looks down at her, her bright eyes clamped shut. "Micah? Micah! Answer me!" he cries, her body lifeless against him.
Behind her eyelids, images much like those she got from Sam flash, but she's aware that these are not of Jessica. With a gasp, she awakens, her bright green eyes caught with Dean's hazel green orbs.
"Are you okay?" he asks, brushing hair out of her face.
Looking about, she realizes that he's sitting on the bathroom floor, with her wrapped in a towel on his lap.
"Yeah," she answers shortly, out of breath.
"What was that?" he inquires, concern etched on his face.
"I'm sorry about your mother," she says softly, sitting up next to him.
His body tenses. "How did you know about-What do you know?" His brow furrows out of both confusion and sadness.
"There's something I have to tell you," Micah sighs, standing and going to turn the shower off.
A/N: There you go! I hope you like it! This is the longest chapter in the whole story, I think, so don't worry about others being this long!