A/N: Hello hello supernatural fans reader's and lovely followers. I hope you enjoy the next chapter. As always for love and appreciation goes out to all of you. Hugs! And Dean is a little mad at me, but I'll just make him a pie. Lol.
Carry on wayward supernatural fans.
The next day they packed up the impala and were on the road heading back to the bunker. The air was cool from the rain and the storm the previous night. It seemed like the argument Blake and Dean had cleared some of the air. But the question that was burning in her mind was did he have feelings for her, and if she was going to ask him or not? And what was her feelings for him?
She liked the guy, she did. And not to mention he was very good looking. The guy was like a heatwave and the desert combined. And he must have had the sexiest voice that she had ever heard in her life. But was it more than just lust? It had to be. Because until now she had never had an interest and any kind of relationship, especially romantic relationship. She had a problem with Intimacy, or even the thought of being with someone Intimately. The thought would make a uneasy feeling settle in the pit of her stomach and cold sweat run down her spine. It wasn't like she was sexually abused or anything. She just couldn't stand being close to someone In that way. And it wasn't like her parents really gave a damn. If anything they made the issue worse.
But thanking about herself being with Dean intimately would make her heart pound and not from fear, but from something else. It both excited her and confused her. She even had a very detailed dream about it last night. It was strange. She had never had such thoughts or even dreams about having sex with anyone before. It was like Dean awoken something deep within her.
She's still remembered the dream in great detail. His hands were all over her body as he moved. Her skin burned as his feather light touch moved over her skin. She was breathing hard from excitement as his hand went between her thighs, his lips pressed against hers. She woke in a sweat and extremely warm. It took her a few moments to calm down. Even thinking about the dream made her heart beat fast. What did it mean? Perhaps she did have feelings for him. That was the only explanation. That could explain why her heart would beat fast whenever he stood close, how her skin would tingle wherever he touched.
But Sam or Dean still didn't know about her past. And it was going to stay that way as long as she could hide it. She didn't talk about her past, at all. She would much rather not to. She was thankful that the memory sharing was only one way, She could see others memories, but they couldn't see her's. She carefully kept her back hidden. They knew about the nasty scars around her wrists, but not the ones scattered across her back. And they will never know, not the scars on her back, or the ones that can't be seen.
Blake kept leaning over the back seat to play with the radio. Dean was smacking her hand away, But she kept doing it, partly to irritate him.
"Hey. Stop playing with the radio." Dean said, slapping her hand away.
"Why? Because driver picks the music and shotgun shuts he's cake hole?" Blake smirked as Sam snickered.
"You know, you having my memories is nothing but a pain in the ass."
She snorted. "Tell me about it. But having those memories of yours saved your sorry ass."
"Whatever."
"Sammy boy. Have you never notice that your brother says 'whatever' when he knows that someone's right?"
Sam snorted. "I've noticed."
Dean rolled his eyes but smiled. She rested her chin on her folded arms on the back of the seat. She liked it when he smiled. Especially that little smile when he was enjoying himself.
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It didn't take them very long to arrive back to the Bunker. For some reason she felt tired. That and she wanted a shower. She went to her room and grabbed her clothes and headed toward the shower when she ran into Dean on his way to his room. "Sorry." He shook his head and moved passed her. Suddenly feeling courage she grabbed his arm stopping his movements. "Wait."
He looked at her, his beautiful green eyes lit up by the lights of the bunker. "Yeah?"
"There's something I've been wanting to ask you." She looked him in the eyes. She should ask him right here, right now. She saw the memory. "To find out who the witch was. I had to go back into your memories."
He nodded. "Okay?"
"You know that case? With the succubus?" He moved closer. But said nothing. It was a little difficult to think straight having him close like this. Her heart was pounding. "Ummm. You never told me who that succubus took the shape of." She knew who the succubus took the shape of. She just wanted to see if he would admit it.
Dean's eyes shifted from her eyes to her lips, then back to her eyes. She wondered how it would feel if she took that final step and pressed her lips against his. To feel him holding her, his hands running over her body, skin against skin. Would it feel like in the dream, or would it feel better? She wanted to find out. She had never done anything like that with anyone, never had the desire to, until now.
She wondered if he wanted the same thing. And she wanted him to want her in that way. She wanted to feel him move, she wanted him in ways she never wanted anyone before.
"Blake." Cas said, Breaking the moment.
She turned. "Hey Cas. Find anything from your friend?" She asked. After the last few days she completely forgotten about her own research. She forgot that she was trying to find who or what she was.
"No. I am sorry."
She was disappointed. "It's okay." Glancing behind her she discovered that Dean was heading towards his room. She looked back to Cas. "Maybe next time." She headed towards the bathroom without another word, her thoughts going around and around in a circle.
