A/N: Hello hello supernatural fans reader's and lovely followers. Here's the next chapter, and I hope you all enjoy. If there is any misspelled words, I do sincerely apologize, I didn't have much time to proof read, been busy weekend. All of the love and appreciation goes out to all of my lovely followers. Thank you so much.
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It was pouring rain by the time Blake and Sam arrived back to the motel. Thankfully, Dean was back to his normal dick self, pissed, but back to normal. He was pacing and looking confused when they entered the motel room soak to the bone. At first He seemed almost concerned when he saw Blake's bleeding head, but then after making sure she was okay, and that she didn't have a concussion, Just a bit of a headache, he was pissed when she explained what happened, even her killing the which part.
He hadn't said a word, but she could just tell that he was angry with her, and a little angry with Sam for going along with her. It was the way he looked at her, and in the way he moved his jaw, the anger in his eyes. Even though he hadn't said a word since they explained what happened, which was kind of disturbing and creepy all in itself. But then again, he could be at that point of anger that he didn't know what to say. He felt the same way when he found out what Sam was doing with Ruby. He was so angry and disappointed that he didn't know what to say. This wasn't the same. It wasn't like she was drinking demon blood or going behind his back, she was taking down a which that cursed him. It was amazing that he could put his life on the line, but if it was someone else it was a big no no.
She knew that it was rash and a little reckless. Bedtime wasn't on their side, and she was pissed. She was pissed that Dean might have feelings for her and he was going to keep them from her, pissed that Cassandra cursed him, pissed that she was killing people just because she was bored. She was always told that she had a temper and a short fuse, perhaps this was what proved it.
Now she was sitting on one of the beds as Sam cleaned up the small cut on the back of her head she got when she was thrown against the wall, with Dean sitting at the small table near the door glaring at her. She was trying to ignore him, but that was a little difficult to do. So instead she met his eyes and refused to look away.
Sam shifted uncomfortably on the bed behind her, but stayed quiet. It was quiet inside the motel room, the silence was only broken once in a while by allowed clap of thunder. And still they were still locked in their staring match. Outside the wind blew angrily, heavy drops of rain hit the window.
There was so many things that she wanted to say to him. She wanted to yell and scream at him, she wanted to hit him. Dean wouldn't hit her back, she knew he wouldn't. She wanted to make him tell her the truth. Memories never lie. Not to mention she felt the confusion of that memory. Did he have feelings for her more than a friend? Should she ask him? Why though? He would just deny it, like always.
After Sam was done with her cut he moved from the bed and stood there, looking between them. Blake nor Dean broke from their staring match. Sam cleared his throat. "Umm. Look. Dean, she did good. And she's fine." Neither one spoke. The silence grew as heavy as a blanket. Sam cleared his throat again, shifting on his feet. "Wow," He scoffed, and then sighed. "You two are not so different."
She wanted to ask what he meant by that, but she refused to break first. She just Stared at Dean, refusing to say a word until he did. Yeah, okay this was childish. But she really could not give a damn how childish it was. Minutes went by. The wind blew, the rain hit the window, thunder rumbled.
Sam sighed, running his hand down his face. "Okay. Look-"
"What the hell were you thinking!" Dean suddenly snapped, rising to his feet stomping over to her.
"I was thinking I was trying to save your life!" Blake shot back, also getting to her feet.
"You could have gotten yourself killed!" He hollered. "That was reckless and stupid!"
"Oh! You're one to talk about doing something reckless and stupid! You sold your soul Sam! You didn't think it through! That was reckless! And you have done countless of reckless stupid things! You took the mark of Cane without thanking it through! You were going to blow yourself up! So you have done countless of reckless and stupid things!"
"That was different!"
"Why?! Because it was your life!?"
"Yes!" He moved in closer, his face a harris breath from hers.
She could feel his warm breath on her face, smell his minty breath touched by beer and a burger. She didn't move away nor break eye contact. She tried to ignore the pounding of her heart having him stand this close to her. She was angry. "Why don't you think that you deserve to be saved!? Is it because of what you did in hell!? Because seriously, that wasn't your fault and you know it!" She snapped without thinking.
The look in Dean's eyes changed to from anger to hurt, then back to anger. "You!" He snapped, Pointing his finger in her face. "Stay out of my head!"
She smacked his hand away. "Fuck you!"
"Fuck me!?"
"Yeah, fuck you!"
"Yeah, well, fuck you!"
Sam Apparently decided that he had enough. He stepped in between them pulling them the part. "Okay. Hey, hey. Look. We both are fine.. The witch has been dealt with... Can you two stop acting like children?"
"She's the one who's acting like a child!"
"Oh please. I wasn't the one who was cursed by the which now was I?"
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "Shut up."
Blake pulled away from Sam, scowling at Dean. Dean just glared back. She supposed any other person would be intimidated by that look, but she wasn't. Like a water balloon her anger faded, she then started laughing soon followed by both boys.
This whole argument was ridiculous. He was only pissed at her because he was concerned, she knew that. To be honest a grown man acting like he was 3 was quite hilarious. After a few moments they collected themselves, the attention braking like glass. Sam was right. They were fine.
She sighed, her side slightly hurting from laughing so hard, running her hand through her hair. "I deserve a thank you."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He grumbled grabbing his bag, but he was smiling slightly.
"I saved your life!" She exclaimed playfully, following suit.
"I had it under control."
"Sure you did."
"Shut up."
"I wanna watch Scooby doo."
"Whatever cupcake."
"Well it was true Dean bear."
Sam snickered. "You too isn't so different."
"Shut up Sam." Blake and Dean said in unison.
