Chapter 4
Another two weeks have passed and everyone was keeping themselves busy. While Ana was preparing dinner John sat at the kitchen table looking up information on their enemy. There were about five large leather bound books covering the table. They came from Ana's personal library. He was able to decipher a lot of this old legends and spells thanks to her language skills and witchcraft training. She was practically an expert on the occult a skill John was grateful for. Sam sat in the living room checking all their hunting gear. Ana had managed to salvage a lot from the wreck, their fake Ids, most of their weapons and a very special cult pistol. Sam likes Ana. They all do. John saw her as the daughter he never had. Sam loved her as an older sister, always babying him protectively. Helping him control and develop his psychic ability since she has such great power over hers. Dean on the other hand was not sure how he felt about her. Not being a touchy feeling kind of guy has made it difficult for him. After all to him she was a serious piece of Ass. Her body alone was enough to loose your self, but there was more to it. Lately he was paying more attention to smaller details. Like the way her long black hair felt when it touch his face. The way her skin reminded him of sweet milk chocolate. Almost tempting him to taste her. He remembered a few nights ago walking down the hall and seen the bathroom door slightly open. Peeking in he saw her wrapped up in a white cotton towel, sitting by the tub, touching the water with her fingertips. The tub was almost full with hot water and the surface was covered with what looked like dried flowers. The smell of lavender reached him fast. It made his senses run wild. Fighting the urged to walk in, pulling her into his arms and kissing her was becoming harder to do. He could almost feel his tongue exploring her mouth, his teeth slowly biting her sweet lips. His hands sliding over her body feeling the warmth of her skin. So lost was he in thought that he did not see Ana staring straight at him. He blinked and just like that he was back to reality.
"Oh Shit! How long has she been there!" he said under his breath.
Her expression would be funny if he had not gotten caught.
"HI! I was on my way to the kitchen." He said thinking what a fucking idiot he was.
"The stairs to the kitchen are that way." She said with a shy smile, pointing on the opposite direction.
He smiled back, turn on his heels and walk downstairs. Since then he began flirting obsessively with her, wanting to make her smile that way again. He was not surprised when she accepted his flirting and flirted back. Still, was that all they were a couple of flirts?
"Dude I don't know. I've never really loved anyone. I mean there was Cassie but I was so young and it didn't feel like this. Ana likes me – I think she likes me. Nah, she does. How could she resist me, right! Maybe it's some kind of spell. Some of that hocus pocus she does. She is a witch. Maybe she put something in the food or something, but then why Sammy and dad are not affected? Maybe she……….."
He kept thinking it over and over in his head and the more he thought about it the more confused he got. Did he love this woman? Did she love him? And so he continued.
"Dean!.. Dean! Motherfuck… DEAN!…" Sam yelled
Dean was sitting in the living room staring in to space.
"DEAN!…. What the fuck stupid. Wake up" Sam demanded.
"Uh? What happened…." Dean responded looking a little dazed.
"You fell into a fucking coma that's what happen. I've been calling you and you're just sitting there like an idiot, smiling. What the hell is wrong?" Sam scolded.
"Nothing is wrong…shit for brains. I was just thinking about the task ahead of us."
"Really, because the task ahead is to find and destroy a demon, and you were smiling. – You were thinking about Ana, weren't you? You were, right?"
"No way you asshole…" Dean said defensively.
The only one in the house who did not know that Dean was in love was Dean. This gave Sam all the ammunition he needed to make as much fun of his brother as possible. To know that his brother was so dumb about his own feelings cracked him up. Still he was happy that he has finally found someone.
"Just tell her how you feel. You know.. She does feel the same for you." Sam explained to dean with a big smile on his face.
"What? - Please stop the crap Sammy. I am not in love with Ana and she is not
in love with me. You're just seen things and beside don't you think this whole hocus pocus shit is weird? He asked Sam hoping for a real answer.
"First of all" Sam explains trying his best college professor impersonation. "No
one said the word LOVE except you. Secondly, you twit, we hunt monsters, ghost and demons for a living. You can't get more weird than that."
This was the second time in weeks that Dean can't come up with anything to say. It was beginning to annoy him. They both looked back towards the kitchen in time to see Ana give John a taste of the beef stew she was making. John tasted and smiled. He shook his head in agreement rubbing his hands together. He was looking forward to another great home cook meal. It almost felt like home to the Winchester men. Almost.
