A/N: Sorry about the delay. And on a cliff-hanger of sorts, no less. Well, to make up for it and per Cade's repeated requests, there's some naughtiness in this chapter. Bonus points to anybody who sees what's going on here. Lyrics are, of course, from Santana's Black Magic Woman. Please review.
Chapter Five: Black Magic Woman
Got
a black magic woman
Got a black magic woman
I've got a black
magic woman
Got me so blind I cant see
That she's a black
magic woman
She's trying to make a devil out of me
Don't
turn your back on me baby
Don't turn your back on me baby
Yes
don't turn your back on me baby
Stop messing round with your
tricks
Don't turn your back on me baby
You just might pick
up my magic sticks
Got your spell on me baby
Got your spell on
me baby
Yes you got your spell on me baby
Turning my heart into
stone
I need you so bad, magic woman
I cant leave you alone
When Ty woke up, her body was stiff from sleeping sitting up on the cold stones of the mausoleum. She stood slowly, stretching her limbs, pausing to let her circulation bring warmth back into her extremities. Flexing her fingers, Ty looked up and gazed around at her surroundings. It was later in the morning already, the sun climbing high in the sky. Its rays brightened the graveyard, warming the headstones, but it didn't reach the shade under the mausoleum where Ty stood, swathed in shadow. A wicked smile slowing appeared on her face.
Silently, Ty strode back to her car and got in, driving quickly back to her apartment. The Winchesters would most likely be waiting for her there, but that was just fine. She was hardly concerned about them at this point. In fact, she was looking forward it.
Ty made one stop on the way, pulling into a gas station. She stretched again as she exited her car, knowing that she had drawn the attention of the lonely attendant inside as she did so. She smirked and kicked the car door closed before heading inside. The attendant said nothing as she entered to the chiming of the electronic door bell, merely watched her silently as she strode around the small aisles of gas station amenities. Ty could feel his eyes on her, but was unconcerned. He was hardly worth her notice.
She picked out a cherry Coke and a pack of bubblegum before approaching the counter. She placed them in front of the clerk without looking at him, then turned her back to the counter, letting her eyes roam around the vicinity of the store in a bored fashion.
"Find everything okay?" the attendant asked as he rang up her items without glancing down at them.
Ty glanced over her shoulder, meeting his eyes for the first time. She raised an eyebrow skeptically at the greasy young man, silently asking him if he actually cared. He cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away. Ty rolled her eyes and went back to her surveying of the store.
"That'll be three seventeen." the clerk ventured nervously.
Ty reached into her pocket and pulled out a few crumbled bills. She turned slowly and pressed them down on the counter, sliding her hand across the surface towards the clerk. Her eyes caught his again, staring into them intently.
"You'll spot me the change, won't you?"
The clerk looked uncertain, but despite his misgivings, found himself stammering out, "O...okay."
Ty flashed him a smile that was anything but genuine, grabbed her items and left. Ten minutes later found her pulling up at her apartment complex. Ty finished her soda, tossing the empty bottle onto the floor of her car before getting out and looking up at her apartment door. No doubt the Winchesters had woken up sometime earlier and were currently discussing what they should do about the "Ty situation." Ty rolled her eyes again and headed for the stairs.
Marching up to her apartment door, Ty let herself in, knowing the noise of her entry would attract the boys' attention. She slipped inside, turning to close the door behind her. When she turned back around to face in to her apartment, she found Sam and Dean both on their feet, looking at her.
"What?" Ty asked, playing oblivious.
Dean and Sam both looked away momentarily, unsure of what to say, before Dean ventured to ask, "Where were you all night?"
Ty shrugged, "Out."
She moved past the boys to get to her fridge, searching inside for something to eat. Now that she thought about it, she was absolutely starving! She snatched a peach off the fruit shelf and began munching, savoring the sweet taste.
Sam meanwhile exchanged a confused glance with his brother. Dean had told him about what had happened last night, and this just didn't follow. He'd anticipated an emotional wreck of the girl they knew, with tear streaks staining her cheeks, barging in here yelling and then hiding in her room. He most certainly hadn't expected her to waltz back in as if everything was perfectly fine and nothing had happened. Apparently she was even more repressed than Dean, something Sam hadn't really thought was possible. It also didn't bode well for her mental and emotional state if she still wasn't acknowledging any of it.
"Everything okay?" he asked slowly, eyes narrowed slightly as he watched her carefully for her reaction to the question.
"Fine." Ty said with another shrug, still focused more on her breakfast than on Sam.
"You didn't seem fine last night." Dean reminded her.
Ty paused as she thought over how to handle this. Finally, she heaved a sigh, shaking her head before looking up at Dean and Sam, "Look, I was kind of drunk last night and, yeah, pretty upset about the hunt. Just a really weird head space, okay? Can we please just forget last night even happened and move on?"
"Move on?" Dean repeated, confused.
What did that mean? Ty had said a lot of things the night before that he wouldn't soon forget, including her statement about the two of them being over. If she wanted him to just forget about that, pretend it never happened, what did she want exactly? Besides that, his aching bruises made it hard for him to ignore the facts of last night completely.
"Yeah." Ty nodded, biting into her peach again. She chewed quickly and swallowed before adding, "Let's find another hunt. Something elsewhere. I think a change of scenery is just what I need."
Sam and Dean exchanged another look. Something wasn't right about this, but judging by Sam's shrug, neither of them knew what it was exactly. Not clearly enough to call her on it at this point anyway. And yet, Dean's gut instinct was still telling him to watch her closely, that there was some kind of danger.
"Alright." he finally replied, "Why don't we stop by the Roadhouse and see if Ellen's got anything?"
"Cool." Ty nodded, spinning around and heading to her room to pack, finishing off her fruit as she did so.
Sam waited until she was out of sight before moving closer to his brother and whispering, "Something's weird with her, right?"
Dean nodded, "Yeah. Something."
"I mean, you said you guys had a huge fight, right?"
"Yeah, Sam. We did. And I didn't even get any hot, angry sex out of it, either." Dean complained, inwardly grinning when that comment caused Sam to make a disgusted face.
"Grab something to eat if you want, guys!" Ty called from her room, interrupting their whispered banter, "I'm almost ready to hit the road!"
"Okay." Dean called back, "We'll meet you at the car."
Sam grabbed their things, which he'd brought up from the car earlier, while Dean snatched a few things from Ty's fridge. Sam raised an eyebrow at the collection of sodas, fruit, and Jell-O pudding cups in his brother's arms.
"What?" Dean demanded, "She offered."
Sam rolled his eyes. Trust Dean not to let whatever drama was currently unfolding in their lives get in the way of him satisfying his appetite. The boys moved outside, loading up the car. As Sam was placing their duffel bags in the back seat, his eyes alighted upon a small flask of holy water that had been tossed haphazardly onto the floor in the back at some point and his thoughts from the night before about Ty returned to him. Glancing over at Dean and seeing that he was currently distracted by the task of opening the car door without dropping any of his food items, Sam reached down and grabbed the flask, pocketing it quickly. When the opportune moment presented itself, he'd test out his theory. It couldn't hurt, after all.
"Sammy!" Dean finally called in frustration as he once again almost lost a precious pudding cup in his attempt to reach for the door handle.
Sam straightened, pulling his torso out of the back of the car and moving to rescue his brother from his current dilemma.
"I got it." Ty said, appearing behind Dean with her own duffle bag in one hand. She reached past him and opened his car door, a hint of a smile on her face. Looking at her in her fresh clothes, still slightly damp from a quick shower, Dean might almost be tricked into believing her that yesterday didn't matter, that everything was just fine, back to normal. He almost physically shook his head to try and shake off that tempting delusion, allowing himself to remember her heated words from last night rather than recall some of the better moments between them.
The effect of these thoughts was that Dean was slow to react to Ty's gesture and a strange play of emotions flashed across his face. He finally snapped out of it and dropped into his seat, mumbling, "Thanks."
"Yeah, no problem." Ty replied, her tone implying Dean was being really strange.
Dean watched her in his side-view mirror as she moved to the back door, shoving her duffle bag over onto one side with theirs and making room for herself. He must be getting soft because he really did miss the girl he'd met a little over six months prior, the girl he'd traded Zeppelin lyrics as well as passionate embraces with. Even when she'd been driving him nuts (like when she'd made him think she liked Sam instead), he'd still found himself enjoying her company, like when they'd stayed up watching that Ghosthunters show. Now all he could see was the dark bruise that stained her cheekbone, the one that immediately brought her confession about her lack of caution back to mind. Which also made him feel immensely guilty because he knew that her issues now were all his fault. He was supposed to protect her from the demon and he'd failed. Sure, he'd managed to get her out of that fiasco alive, but he hadn't spared her the experience. It hadn't occurred to him at the time what that might do to her. She'd seemed fine when he'd left her. But then, she seemed for the most part to be fine now, too. He never should have let her stay with him. His dad had been right, after all. He was like poison, killing everyone around him. No wonder his dad skipped town.
Frowning, Dean tore his gaze from Ty and looked over at his brother who'd just joined him in the car. He'd infected Sammy, too. That werewolf gig in San Francisco was a perfect example. How could he have let that happen to his little brother?
Dean clamped down on his thoughts before they really ran away with him, telling himself to quit his whining and get this show on the road. He started the car and pointed it in the direction of the Roadhouse, wasting no time hitting the highway and driving almost as quickly as he had to get here in the first place. He kept the radio turned up so as to ward off any conversation, pretending he, too, was perfectly fine and not feeling the strain of it all.
"You boys are awfully quiet." Ty finally broke the silence between them over an hour later.
"Sorry." Sam mumbled.
Dean remained silent.
Ty leaned forward, draping her arms over the seat between them, "Come on, guys. Don't be like this. I'm bored. Talk to me."
"Now she wants to talk." Dean grumbled under his breath quietly so neither passenger would be able to understand him.
"You guys must have gone on some hunts since I saw you last." Ty continued, "Anything interesting?"
When that failed to get a response, Ty tacked on, "Sammy finally get laid?"
Well, that question got a reaction, at least. Ty's eyebrows raised slightly as Dean's hands tightened on the wheel again and he glanced over at Sam with a concerned expression. Sam looked away, choosing to face the window rather than his brother. Something was definitely up.
"Oookay." Ty drawled, "Forget I said anything."
With an exaggerated sigh, Ty fell back against her seat again, slouching down. She pulled the pack of bubblegum out of her pocket and unwrapped a piece, popping it in her mouth. She chewed loudly, hoping that the annoying pops would aggravate Dean enough to make him talk. After the first few minutes, when Dean didn't respond, she decided to up the ante by propping her feet up on the back of the front seat.
Dean's brow furrowed in consternation. She must be deliberately trying to annoy him into killing her. It was a new phase of her suicidal tendencies. And it was working. For the life of him, he couldn't recall Ty ever even chewing gum before, but now she was popping bubblegum like some kind of annoying preteen. He could feel the vein in his right temple pound with every snap and pop.
Then she had the audacity to put her feet on the polished black vinyl of his seat. He literally had to do a double take to make sure he was actually seeing her dusty boots resting on top of his seat back between him and Sam. He'd figured that despite what she'd said earlier, that she was probably pissed at him and that was why she was being a thorn in his side now, but she loved this car. She'd even said so. It had never even occurred to him that she would be angry enough at him to take it out on his car.
Dean shoved at her feet, "Hey, watch the seats."
Ty rolled her eyes and pulled her feet back, pushing herself up straighter in her seat again. She could see Dean watching her in the rearview mirror so she blew another bubble at his reflection.
Dean nearly growled in response, settling instead for pressing down harder on the gas. This was going to be an awfully long drive and Dean pitied any patrolmen stupid enough to pull him over on the way.
Luckily, they avoided any run-ins with the law and arrived at the Roadhouse around dinner-time. There were more cars around than usually were present when Sam and Dean stopped by, indicating that this was the busy time for Ellen's bar. Looking over the other vehicles in the lot as he looked for a spot, Dean guessed at which ones belonged to hunters. Given the prevalence of beat-up looking pick-ups not unlike the one his dad used to drive before he was forced to abandon it during the face-off with Meg, Dean assumed that most of them were probably in the same line of business as they were. Glancing back discretely at Ty, Dean hoped there wouldn't be any trouble. Fighting burly bikers and moronic Ducati-owners was one thing, fighting hunters was a whole other world of trouble. Plus, Dean was anything but keen on pissing off Ellen. That lady could get scary.
Dean parked the car finally and all three hunters were more than happy to get out of the car after their long, arduous journey.
"So, this is the Roadhouse, huh?" Ty asked, stepping back so that she could take in the structure.
"Yep." Dean nodded, watching her carefully.
Ty caught him looking and smiled innocently, "Don't worry, Dean. I promise I'll be on my best behavior. Cross my heart."
Her words should have been reassuring, but her hand tracing an X across her chest was distracting, drawing Dean's eyes downwards and his mind away from his concerns. Ty's smile widened at Dean's reaction and she moved past him, bumping him with her shoulder. Dean blinked quickly before spinning around to follow her. Sam cast his eyes heavenward before falling in after him.
"Dude, grow up." he commented.
"Shut up, Sam."
Sam just smirked in response.
The interior of the Roadhouse was the same as two days prior when Sam and Dean were there last. The main difference again being, of course, the people scattered around the room, occupying bar stools and tables or just standing around. Their weapons were obvious to trained eyes, ranging from sharp-edged to semi-automatic. Ellen was in her normal spot behind the bar. She looked up to see who the new arrivals were, nodding at Sam and Dean. She then took in the new arrival, looking Ty over as Ty cast her own eyes around the bar. Ellen's eyes found Dean's and Dean nodded in reply. Yes, this was the girl that was causing so much trouble.
Dean caught sight of Ash chatting with a young man wearing a beaten denim jacket. Dean's lips quirked slightly at the sight of the charismatic and surprisingly brilliant barfly. He liked Ash and his easy attitude, but he especially enjoyed how much Ash's genius threw Sam off. Anytime someone with a mullet explained to his admittedly bright little brother what MIT was...well, that was a Kodak moment in Dean's book.
Dean next turned his attention to the other side of the room and his jaw nearly dropped when he saw who was carrying a tray of empty drinks back to the bar.
"Jo?" he asked in surprise.
The cute, young blonde turned, a smile gracing her lips as she saw the two brothers and lingering as she focused on Dean, "Hey, stranger."
Dean grinned and moved over to join her. Jo placed her tray onto the bar and waited for him, still smiling slightly.
"Hey." Dean greeted her, pausing near her, uncertain as to what type of footing the two of them were currently on.
"You look...good." Jo admitted, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yeah, you, too." Dean nodded, "Little surprised to see you back here."
Jo rolled her eyes, "Yeah, me, too. I don't know. Mom called me real late two nights ago and we talked...you know, I don't know how she does it, but..."
"You're telling me." Dean nodded, completely understanding Ellen's freaky powers of persuasion.
"Hey, who's the blonde?"
Dean glanced to the side to see Ty sidling up next to him. He was a little surprised by how she leaned into his side almost possessively. And there was really no mistaking her body language towards Jo: hands on hips, eyes shining with a challenge.
"Uh...Ty this is Jo. Jo, Ty." Dean said, keeping his voice as neutral as possible.
Neither girl made any move to shake hands or really do anything but continue to stare each other down. Dean shifted uncomfortably.
"Ty? Hmmm, aren't you that girl everyone keeps telling me about? The one who almost gets wasted on every hunt she goes on?" Jo asked.
"Jo..." Dean attempted.
"What would you know about hunting, Barbie?" Ty returned with a raised eyebrow.
"Ty, she..." Dean tried again.
"I know enough to keep my ass out of the line of fire." Jo snapped.
"Uh...Jo..." Dean began to remind her about their hunt together in Chicago.
"Yeah, I'm sure your ass is far from any danger." Ty agreed, "Planted in a hunter's lap is more like it. Tell me, do you pretend they're Dean?"
"Ty!" Dean protested.
Where the hell had all this hostility come from? They'd just met for Christ's sake!
Dean saw it coming, but could do nothing to stop it. He watched as Jo tensed and her fist flew at Ty's face. He winced, knowing that Jo's punches hurt like hell despite her size. But somehow, Ty was able to move fast enough and avoid the blow. Dean almost couldn't believe it, but Ty dodged to the left, allowing Jo's fist to sail over her shoulder, then rebounded and smashed her own fist into Jo's right eye.
"Shit!" Dean exclaimed, "Best behavior, my ass!"
Wrapping his arms around Ty's waist, Dean hauled her off her feet and away from Jo. Unfortunately, Jo wasn't exactly down for the count yet. With a furious shout, she launched herself at Ty. Ty, of course, fought Dean's hold, more than willing to fight her. Cursing, Dean turned his back so that his body was between the two.
"Sam!" he shouted.
Sam was already moving. He, like everyone else in the bar, had seen the fight erupt. He grabbed Jo around the waist, capturing in the same hold Dean had Ty in and pulling her in the opposite direction.
"What the hell is going on?" Ellen demanded over Ty and Jo's screamed insults.
"We're going, we're going!" Dean shouted back, dragging Ty outside, literally kicking and screaming.
Once outside, Dean released Ty, shoving her away from the entrance. Ty stumbled forward, straightening slowly and standing rigidly with her back to Dean and the bar.
"What the hell was that?" Dean demanded, glancing between her and the site of his latest headache.
Ty just shrugged.
"What could you possibly have against Jo? You just freaking met her!" Dean continued, his anger increasing with her refusal to answer.
Ty spun around, stalking over to Dean until they were mere inches apart.
"Sorry, Dean. I guess I have a problem with that little bitch coming onto you."
Dean almost shouted another question at her before her answer sunk in, causing him to snap his mouth shut. Ty was jealous? That was nuts! Okay, so maybe he'd been into Jo before, but...that wasn't the point! It wasn't like he went around clocking every guy she talked to...that guy with the Ducati was totally different! But, he did have to admit that two girls fighting over him was kind of hot. Okay, really hot.
Dean's thoughts ran away with him for a moment as he imagined how the fight could have progressed. There would definitely have been some ripping of clothes and probably some wrestling. Why had he broken that up again? Oh, yes, because he had to. Letting them fight over him would be wrong.
"Oh." was the reply that ultimately made it out of his mouth.
Ty laughed at his reaction. Smirking up at him, she fisted her hand in his shirt and yanked his mouth down to hers. Dean wasn't about to fight her, instead matching her force and violence by fisting a hand in her hair and forcing her head back further.
"Winchester!"
Dean flinched and jumped away from Ty, feeling like he'd been caught raiding the cookie jar. He offered Ellen an embarrassed, guilty and apologetic smile. Ellen seemed impervious to the effects of his expression, however, and continued to level a smoldering look at him and the girl at his side. Dean snuck a look at Ty out of the corner of his eye. She looked bored and unconcerned. Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath, knowing her attitude was only going to make this worse.
Ellen stalked closer to the pair, stopping in front of Dean. She glanced angrily at Ty one more time before focusing on him.
"I don't know what that was all about," Ellen growled, "but if I find out that you've been playing both sides with my daughter..."
"No!" Dean yelped immediately, shaking his head furiously, "I mean, I haven't! I'm not!"
Ellen continued to stare Dean down, apparently measuring his seriousness. Finally, she backed off, "Make sure it stays that way."
"Yes, ma'am." Dean nodded.
"And you," Ellen turned to Ty, "fights aren't allowed in my bar. Especially with my daughter."
"Whatever." Ty replied, rolling her eyes.
Ellen's expression darkened at Ty's dismissal, "You've got a bad attitude. Check it or stay out of my bar."
"Yes, ma'am." Ty echoed Dean with much less sincerity, tacking on a mocking two-fingered salute.
Ellen continued to glare at her, but didn't say anything else. Slowly, she backed up, then turned and headed back into the bar. As she was heading in, Sam came out. Seeing the look on Ellen's face, he gave her a wide berth.
Dean let out the breath he'd been holding as Sam approached.
"Wow." Sam commented as he joined them, glancing back towards the bar entrance where Ellen had disappeared back inside.
"No shit." Dean nodded. Collecting himself, he turned to Ty, "You almost got me decked in the face by Ellen!"
Ty flicked her hair back over her shoulder and shrugged, "Sorry. Authority figures bore me."
"Ellen's not an authority figure, she's a friend and so is Jo." Sam reproached her.
"Not mine." Ty argued.
"Yeah, evidently." Dean agreed, clenching his teeth, "Look, you want another hunt or not? 'Cause if you do, pissing off the source of our information is a pretty stupid way to go about it."
"Yeah, alright." Ty reluctantly acquiesced, making a face, "Sam, why don't you go back in, apologize to Blondie for me, and see what they've got? I should probably stay out here."
Sam nodded and headed back inside. The moment Sam was out of sight, Ty whirled back around to face Dean, shoving him back against the nearest truck.
"Hey." Dean protested as his back connected with the metal siding of the cab.
Ty didn't give him a chance to say any more. She molded her body to his, reinitiating their kiss from earlier.
"Thought they'd never leave." she breathed against his jaw line a moment later, "Let's ditch 'em."
"Woah. We can't leave Sammy." Dean protested.
"Why not?" Ty asked, pulling away to grin at him, "You've ditched Sam for me before."
"True." Dean acknowledged, tilting his head to one side as he thought about that, "But I shouldn't."
Ty pouted, hooking her fingers through the belt loops of his jeans and pulling him towards her, "Come on, Dean. I thought you were a bad boy."
Dean allowed her to pull him forward, but looked torn. He glanced back at the bar, then back at Ty and bit his lip.
"We'll come back for him." she reassured him.
"Okay." Dean relented.
Grin widening, Ty leaned back in to capture Dean's mouth again. Dean wondered in the back of his mind about the turn around in Ty's mood. Yesterday she'd said they were over, today she'd annoyed the hell out of him, which he'd thought she'd been doing because she was still mad, and now she was practically jumping him. Little odd, even for Ty.
And yet, Dean was a little too distracted to care too much at the moment. Maybe later.
Ty broke the kiss off abruptly, spinning around and heading for the car. She glanced over her shoulder at Dean, a seductive grin on her lips. Dean stared for a moment before he sprang after her.
Unlike the last time Dean had ditched Sam for Ty when the drive away from the bar had been silent except for the radio and a little awkward, this time Ty only waited for Dean to start the car and apply his foot to the gas pedal before she slid over next to him on the seat and began kissing his neck and his ear. Her hand was warm on his upper thigh, making him uncomfortably aware of its placement. Dean cleared his throat and fidgeted in his seat, finding it increasingly hard to focus on the road what with Ty's distractions. He was about ready to just pull over on the side of the road and have hot, crazy sex right there in the car (for safety's sake, really), but a cheap motel came into view on the left. He pulled the car into the parking lot and screeched to a stop. He may have been taking up two spots, but he really didn't care. It was going to be hard enough to make it through booking a room, he'd be damned if he spent any more time on parking.
Dean kicked the door open and pulled Ty out the driver's side with him. Once free of the car, he pushed the door closed and then pushed her up against it, planting a searing kiss on her lips to let her know just how he felt about her almost making him drive off the road on the way there. After a good minute, he reluctantly pulled away and turned to head for the motel office before things got any more heated. He'd barely managed to move a step in that direction, however, when Ty caught his hand and yanked him back towards her. He raised an eyebrow at her in question and she smirked up at him with a rebellious gleam in her eyes.
"Seems a waste of money to pay for a whole night, doesn't it?" she whispered, "Especially when you're so good at picking locks."
Dean had to admit that this sudden mischievous streak of hers wasn't exactly unattractive. He knew he should probably be some sort of voice of reason, point out to her that considering the credit card scams he was running, it wasn't like he was really paying for the room anyway. But, he just couldn't find the will to argue with her. There was something extremely exciting about skirting the edge of the law and if he got to have sex while committing a few minor crimes...well, where was the down side? He'd broken bigger laws for less. What was one more B and E?
"If that's how you want it, sweetheart." Dean drawled in reply, the corner of his own lips twisting upwards in an answering smirk.
Dean kissed her quickly one more time before leading her around the back of the motel, away from the office and clear view of the road. Chances were that if they acted natural and no one actually saw him pick the lock, everyone would just assume they already had a room here. Of course, peaking in the windows of the motel rooms probably wasn't the best way to act like he belonged, but he had to be fairly certain they weren't going to walk in on anyone. Once Dean had selected a room that seemed to fit the bill, he sent Ty a look before crouching near the door. She nodded in reply, moving back the way they'd come a few feet so that she could stand look-out in case anyone came that way.
Considering his highly aroused state, Dean considered it something of an achievement that he managed to unlock the door in about a minute. His time was usually better, but then there was usually more blood traveling to his upstairs brain, too.
Hearing the door whine slightly as it opened, Ty spun back around and hurried back to Dean, grabbing his shirt with both hands and dragging him into the room with her. Dean pushed the door closed after them, barely waiting for the click as it closed completely before shoving Ty's jacket off her shoulders. His hot kisses warmed cold exposed skin as she wiggled her arms free of the offensive material. As soon as her jacket fell free of her hands, Ty grabbed Dean's shirt again and tugged it over his head, throwing it aside. Her hands splayed against the muscles of his chest, pushing him backwards until he reached the bed and fell back onto it. Climbing onto the mattress after him, Ty straddled Dean's lap.
"You know, Dean," Ty began, slowly leaning down towards him, "you never told me that hunting was such a rush."
Dean didn't reply, but just watched her as she nipped at his chest before continuing on her way up his body.
"Come on. Admit it. You like it, too, don't you?" she demanded, finally eye-to-eye with him, propped up over him with her hands pressed into the mattress on either side of his head.
"Yeah, sure, it's great, but...uh...I've got something else in mind right now that I like a whole lot more." Dean answered with a snide smile, reaching up to pull her down to him.
Ty pushed his hand away, sitting back up again with a frown on her face.
"Don't be a smart ass, Dean." she snapped. She started again, that seductive, teasing smile back, "Tell me about it. Tell me you like how it feels."
Ty punctuated her demand with a grind of her hips that made Dean groan. Ty's smile widened.
"It's good to live just the wrong side of the law, isn't it, Dean? Make the rules up as you go. Life's so much more exciting that way, knowing you're that far away from the grave." Ty grinned, holding up two fingers scarcely an inch apart.
Dean paused, "No wonder I turned you into a suicidal maniac."
Ty rolled her eyes, "Who wants to live forever anyway?"
"And now you're quoting Freddy Mercury. Serious problems."
Ty grabbed Dean's hands and guided them to her back, letting him pull her down close. Her lips almost brushing his, she met his gaze again, "Dean, you know you and I aren't the growing old type. So why not have a little fun?"
With that she pressed another kiss upon him.
"You make a valid point." Dean remarked as she pulled away, grinning up at her.
"I knew you'd see things my way." Ty agreed.
