Disclaimer: I don't own Dean or Sam
Author's Note: hey sorry i haven't updated in a while but i made this kinda long ot make up for it
Nervous habit.
I pulled away from Dean and stepped back a few feet.
"Whoa what are we doing?
"We were making out."
"I know that dumbass…why were we making out?"
"Because I told you I loved you and you're a sap."
"Oh you're hilarious. Seriously Dean what do we do now?"
"That depends…" He came closer.
"On…"
"Did you like it?" He gave me that cocky smile.
"Well yeah but…"
I was cut off by him pushing me up against the hood. I was now sitting on it with Dean in between my legs. He grazed his thumb over my bottom lip.
"You still bite this," He said more as a statement than a question.
"Nervous habit."
He took my hand in his and looked at it then back up at me.
"Nail biting too, do you ever learn?"
"No way."
My laugh was cut off by his lips on mine. His tongue gently grazed my bottom lip before I eagerly let him in. Our tongues played for dominance neither backing down. This felt so right to me. We pulled away panting for breath.
"What is with you always cutting my off by kissing me?"
"Nervous habit," He smirked at me.
"Two can play at that game."
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to me. I kissed him hard and tugged on his bottom lip but right when he was opening his mouth I pulled away.
"Hey! Not fair! You know if I knew you were this good of a kisser in high school I wouldn't have wasted my time with the cheerleading squad."
"You're a male whore you know that?"
I said jumping off the hood and walking back to our room. Dean followed closely behind he was about to kiss my neck when I opened the door and walked in ahead of him. I lied down next to Sammy on his bed. He had his laptop lying on his stomach as he typed away.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking for our next gig, and I think I found it."
"Sweet, where too?"
"Milwaukee. A couple went missing when they were camping.
"So…" Dean persisted.
"So, the next month a father and son went camping and the police found their bodies torn apart with barley any meat on their bones."
"Another Goatman?" Dean whined.
"Nah, if you look up the pattern of the deaths they happened on a full moon."
"Werewolf?" I asked curiously.
"Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. So should we head out tomorrow?" Sam directed to Dean.
"Sounds good, let's get some sleep I'm exhausted."
Dean stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt. I went into the bathroom and changed into my flannel pajama pants and white t-shirt. When I came back out Sam and Dean were both in their beds with the lights off. I smirked and climbed into bed next to Dean. He wrapped an arm around my waist and leaned in close to my ear.
"Want to play a game?" He asked huskily.
"Dean," I whispered harshly, "Sam's not even asleep yet."
"He's a big boy he's knows what men and women do in beds."
Dean's hand started to tickle my stomach. I turned in his arm and looked into Dean's eyes. They were burning with lust and passion.
"Dean…maybe later okay? I'm tired it's been a rough day with my dad and telling you everything. I'm just really tired."
"Okay, I guess I can wait till tomorrow. Alright get some sleep." He kissed my forehead and closed his eyes.
"Stop it please, Chris please…"
Tempest was tied to her bed as Chris started ripping her shirt off. He used the knife to cut the middle part of her bra. He attacking her chest with his mouth as she cried and sobbed.
"Chris, I'm begging you please don't do this to me."
"Shut up you stupid slut."
He backhanded her which just made her sob harder. She turned her head to look at her end table. On it stood a picture of Dean and her as kids with Sammy standing in between them. Her attention was brought back to the situation at hand when she felt Chris tearing off her pants.
"You're my bitch, Tempest. You always will be."
As he pounded into her she screamed out in pain. When it was over he cut the ropes from her wrists but she didn't move.
"No matter where you go Tempest I'll always find you. Always."
I sat up straight in bed I was panting and sweating. I got out of the bed quietly and went into the bathroom. I was dry heaving over the toilet. I felt sick because I could feel his hands on me and his…
"Tempest…Babe what's wrong?" Dean was kneeling next to me stroking my hair as I continued to dry heave.
"Bad… dream…"
"About what?"
Before I could explain Sam was standing in the doorway rubbing his eyes.
"Dean…" He asked with worry.
"It's okay Sam go back to bed I got her."
Sam looked uncertain but went back to bed anyway. Dean pulled me to my feet and wrapped his arms around my waist. I pulled away from him harshly and backed up against the wall.
"Hey, hey what's wrong?"
"I just…I had a dream of…that night. I haven't had one in a really long time…I guess it was because of talking about it today it just stirred up to many memories. I'm sorry Dean."
"Its okay, come on let's get back to bed okay?"
He held out his hand and I took it in my shaky one. When we were back in bed Dean was leaning on his elbow rubbing my back until I fell into a dreamless sleep.
