I wake up hours later to a raging headache. I go to move but everything is sore, even my eyes! I look down and see an IV in my arm. I look around. Sam is sleeping on the bed next to me and Dean is no where to be found.
"Sam!" I shout out. He opens his eyes and sits up slowly. He rubs them open.
He yawns "Ya?"
"What happened? Why do I hurt? Why is there an IV in my arm? In a motel? In your motel?" I look at him closer.
"What do you remember?" He asks
"Uh, you kissing me! There's that! We need to talk about that!" I say quickly.
He interrupts me "after that? What's the last thing you remember? We can talk later about that." He searches my eyes.
I sigh and try to think back but I don't remember a lot. "Mark!" I say suddenly "I got a drink with Mark!" I say "wait! Was I drugged? Did you guys get the vamp?" I ask hopeful.
Sam shakes his head no "but you were drugged"
"Damn it" I curse out
"Sorry Jackie, but I think Mark might have something to do with this" he says lowly not looking me in the eyes.
"What? No way!" I fight back.
"Oh come on, the odds of him showing up here! Me and Dean talked about it, it's just not right!" He fights back
"Why would Mark drug me? I would've left with him with out it" I say hoping to get a reaction. Nothing. I keep going. "Coincidences can happen, yanno" I add.
"Sure they can" he gives up. I cross my arms frustrated and let out a puff.
"I can't do this. My head is literally killing me. Please tell me you have some Advil or something?" I plead to him.
"Better. Dean swiped some morphine." He stands up and goes over to a bag. He takes out a liquid and a needle. I give him a weary look when I see it "don't worry, it goes into the line, not you" he pushes something in and I feel better.
A couple hours later after a few naps I take the IV out of my arm. I'm feeling better and just want to move. Sam tells me Dean is working the bar again tonight. They think since the vampire didn't get his bait, me, he might strike tonight. Pattern being important to this vampire
"You could go meet up with him if you want, I'm fine" I say putting my feet on the ground.
"It's alright. I'll stay" he returns.
I look at him and laugh. He looks at me confused
"You still have all that paint on!" I laugh out. He looks down at his arms and chuckles.
"Hah. Well look at you!" He points to the mirror. I look over and gasp. Not only is my makeup smeared across my eyes, the paint is smeared across my cheeks. I walk slowly over to the sink and put some warm water and soap on it. I rub at my face but only the makeup comes off.
"Damn, what is this permanent?" I say out loud grabbing the sink for grip to balance myself. Sam walks over to me and grabs the towel from my hand.
He pours some vodka on the towel "let me" and then he lightly rubs at my cheek. He shows me the towel and shows me what he got off and smiles. "Sit" he points to the bed. I go back to the bed and sit. He grabs more towels and starts washing the paint from my legs.
"Sam, about last night" I say. He looks up to me waiting for more. "What was that? Really?" I ask him wanting an answer.
"Yanno Jackie." He rubs my arms clean when he finally responds to me, adding more vodka to the towel. "I don't really know. You and I. All we do is bicker."
"Ya, what's with that too? It's like your my big brother or something." I joke with him trying to release some tension from between us.
He doesn't respond instead hands over the hand towel "can you?" He asks. I take it from him and start to rub at his face.
"I mean, I don't really know what to think. I always thought we didn't get along. It was just how we were together." I say finishing his face. I hand it back to him and he adds more liquid to it. He starts at my face, being careful around my eyes.
He moves closer to me and I can smell him again. I smell the lavender, the lemon and now it's vodka not beer. He says lowly "without our war paint." I look at him strangely because of what he just said. Then I remember the song playing when he kissed me. And he kisses me again now and my eyes soften remembering last night, only now, it's not as forceful.
I let him kiss me, only he pulls away this time. He looks me in the eyes and I say "I'll take off yours if you take off mine" and smile. He smiles back and kisses me again. I fall down to the bed and he crawls on top of me. He doesn't put his weight on me. He keeps his one hand on my face as we kiss. I lift up his plaid shirt I'm wearing but he stops me.
"We shouldn't" he looks at me. I grab his head and stare into his lustful eyes.
"we should" I pull him in again. He lifts the shirt off my head and pulls at his pants. He grabs a condom and returns.
He looks at me one more time "are you sure about this" he asks softly.
"So sure" I respond. He smiles and comes back on top of me, kissing me more.
The sex is simple, and passionate. He's careful and caring. There's not a lot of talking, because there doesn't need to be. We mesh together. After, we lay there together, speechless. I finally lean up to lay on top of him so I'm facing him.
"Hey" I say to him. He chuckles and moves the hair away from my face. He leans up and kisses me. We kiss for a bit longer before we stop.
"There's still paint on me" I look at my arms.
"I'll get it" he sits up slipping his boxer briefs back on followed by his jeans. He grabs the towel and the vodka and washes off my arms. I watch him in
silence.
After I put his plaid shirt back on and stand up. "I need to shower, this vodka smell is overwhelming." I kiss him on the cheek and go into the bathroom.
