Dean and Sam are not mine…. (Santa, where are you when I need you?) I do own Julie though.
-Chapter 5-
Dean pulled away.
"Don't move," he said in his commanding way, as he left.
He ran down the hall, pulling out a revolver.
"SAM! SAMMY," he shouted.
He ran into the bedroom. Sam was lying on the bed asleep.
"Shit you scared me man," he said to himself.
He went over to Sam and shook him slightly. Sam sat up instantly.
"What? What is it," Sam said with worry in his face, now fully alert.
"Nothing," Dean said, "Your ok?"
"Yeah, bad dream. Sorry."
"I'm going to check on Julie."
"Dean," Sam said as Dean got to the doorway.
"Yeah?"
"Don't mess this up."
"Never have," Dean said with a cocky smile.
Dean walked back down the hall, pocketing his pistol.
"Julie," Dean asked as he walked into the bedroom.
"In here."
He followed her voice to the bathroom.
He walked in. She was combing her hair.
"Let me help," he said as he walked up behind her and took the brush.
He started combing her hair gently.
"Dean," she said, "I… I know that you don't treat girls like you do me. Sam said. But what's so different about me?"
"Nothing. I mean everything. I'm not sure."
He looked into her eyes.
"Beautiful brown," he thought.
He put the brush down and placed his hands on her waist. He dug his face in her hair.
"God," he thought, "I don't ever want to move."
He was about to let go, when she turned around and put her hands on his shoulders.
He came toward her. She put her lips on his.
She brought him to the bed.