Jackie
Dean
"Hey, I just wanted to make sure we are good." Dean said as I threw my bag of things into the trunk of Baby. "You know I'm sorry about your keychain, right?"
"Dean, please just let it go," I sighed. We weren't exactly on speaking terms, Dean and I.
"I just want you to know I really didn't think that was going to happen," Dean tried to explain for the millionth time. Dean had tried to apologize numerous times in the week after my keychain was destroyed, but I had been in no mood for forgiveness, the wound being too fresh. I kept telling him to let it go, I'd get over it eventually, but Dean wouldn't leave it alone, which led to me having a meltdown/blow up all over him.
"Just let it go, Dean," I said as calmly as I could, even though I could feel the anger starting to flood me again. I had spent the past week trying so hard to just let it go, but every damn time Dean brought it up it made my heart break all over again and that only angered me more.
"Okay, I just wanted to make sure we are good," Dean said as he closed the trunk and I climbed into the backseat. He climbed into the driver's seat in front of me and looked at me in the mirror before cranking the engine.
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"Viva Las Vegas, baby," Dean smiled as he passed a sign for the city of sin on the expressway.
"Dean, don't get distracted. We have a case to work," Sam shook his head as he read over more news reports on his smartphone.
"Oh come on, Sammy. We're so close," Dean practically whined. I rolled my eyes. Of course he wanted to go whore it up in Vegas, the city was practically made up of everything that was Dean. It was literally a Dean Winchester playground. "What do you say, Jackie?"
"I just want to kill something," I answered honestly which earned a wide eyed reaction from Jack sitting beside me in the backseat.
"Well then," Dean mumbled under his breath and let the topic go for the rest of the ride to our destination.
"So there was another couple found dead in their home this morning," Sam said, giving us the lowdown on the case. "That makes three in a week."
Generally, this type of thing happens all throughout the country, couples killing one another and then offing themselves after they'd realized what they've done. But this case caught our attention specifically because each victim had mentioned that they were hearing voices shortly before they were found dead. Sam and I sensed something was odd with this story and instantly knew we needed to check into it. Sam and I were all set to go check it out ourselves when Dean heard we were headed to a town outside of Las Vegas. Dean could've cared less about the fact there was a case at all, he was quick to want to go because of the location alone. "So what are you thinking? Demons? Ghosts? Witches?" I asked as we pulled into a motel outside of the city.
"I mean it could really be any of them. I say we get some rest tonight and head to the crime scenes tomorrow to see if we can find anything," Sam replied as Dean got out of the car to get a room. "Are you okay?" Sam asked as he turned in the front seat a little to look back at me. I knew why he was asking, Sam had been the only one I was willing to talk to the past week, but I could tell that the tension between Dean and I was wearing on Sam and that was exactly why I was why I was even going on this trip after Dean had invited himself on our case. It was time to get over it and the only way that was going to be done was to finally force myself to deal with Dean.
"I'm alright, just tired," I answered him, shrugging my shoulders as Dean came out from the motel office. "I'll be alright," I muttered before Dean climbed back in the car and Sam gave me a nod of his head in understanding.
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"Jackie and I will head to the police station. You and Jack check out the crime scenes," Sam said to Dean as we all climbed into the Impala after waking up the next morning.
"Sounds like a plan," I replied, locking my eyes with Sam and sending him a silent thank you. He gave me a nod, knowing I was thankful for not pairing Dean and me together.
"Thank you," I whispered under my breath as Sam and I climbed the stairs to the police station.
"You're welcome, but you do realize you'll have to work with him eventually."
"I know," I shrugged. "I'd be fine if he would just stop bringing it up every time he talks to me."
"He's beaten himself up about it a lot this past week, Jay. It was an honest mistake," he said, holding the door open to the main office inside the building.
"I know," I replied, trying my best to give him a genuine smile, but the topic had dampened my spirits a bit.
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Dean and Jack had arrived back at the station at the same time we had exited. Sam and I had found out that the only thing these couples had in common was their cleaning company. None of the couples had known each other or frequented the same places so we had ruled out any kind of contagious, supernatural virus. They didn't have any mutual friends or family which ruled out any kind of ghostly connections, so we had narrowed it down to either demons or witches. "It's a witch," Dean said as we climbed into the car. "Found one of these hidden in the cabinet under the sink in the first two houses," he held out a hex bag.
"So what about the third house?" I asked.
"Not sure, but my best guess is this witchy bitch has found an easier way to curse her targets, no hex bags needed."
"Well, the only thing in common between all three homes is their cleaning company," Sam informed the group of our findings.
"A witchy maid," Dean mused, "Bet she cleans the house like some Disney fairy."
"Animals and all?" I chuckled out and Dean's amused eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror before looking back at the road.
"I'll call the company for a list of employee names. Maybe we can figure out who could be holding a grudge," Sam said as we pulled into the motel parking lot.
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I had called each employee, the boys determining after two calls that I'd have a better chance of getting the scoop out of the female employees. They hadn't been wrong. Cindy Walker had came up in quite a few of the phone interviews. Each girl explained how Cindy's demeanor had changed over the past month since her fiance, Stan, had been sent to prison for assaulting someone. Cindy insisted that Stan hadn't assaulted the girl, but an eyewitness had placed him at the scene. But that wasn't upset Cindy the most. She was working on finding a way to prove Stan was innocent, but her attempts to do so were not quick enough. Stan had ended up being killed in prison and Cindy had went from mournful to hateful as the rest of the town had whispered about her and her lost lover. "Cindy has to be our witch," I stated as I got off of the phone with the last employee who had spilled the most to me.
"But why would she kill these couples, they didn't have anything to do with her fiance's case," Sam seemed puzzled as he did more research on Stan's case.
"Because according to Sandra, the girl I just got off the phone with, the whole city has practically shunned her since she insisted Stan was innocent," I explained. "I mean, imagine that you knew for a fact that Dean didn't do something,"
"Why do I have to always be the one doing something?" Dean interrupted.
"Because you usually are," I said, giving him a side-eye. Dean shrugged, nodding his head because he knew I was right. "If the rest of us insisted that Dean did it and you knew he didn't, but couldn't prove it, it would frustrate you, right?"
"Well, yeah. I'd hope you'd trust my word," Sam agreed.
"Well, from what these other girls are saying, the only people in this town that haven't turned their backs on her are the ones who work with her. But Jenny had said that even that had become complicated since most people in town don't want Cindy as their housekeeper anymore."
"Which would explain why she's attacking the people she used to work for," Dean added. "I say we go cap this bitch before she does anymore damage."
"Agreed."
"Why don't you two go check up on Cindy and I'll call Rowena to see if she knows anything about what kind of spells could be causing this," Sam said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"But," I tried to argue, but Sam gave me a stern look I wasn't expecting and nodded his head to the side to let me know he meant business and that it was time to move past our issues and work together before it drove him insane.
"Are you coming or not?" Dean asked, standing with the door half open and keys in hand.
"Fine," I grumbled out, grabbing my blazer off of the back of the chair.
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We had only made it about a mile down the road before Dean broke the silence in the car, "Are we good?"
"Just drop it, Dean," I sighed again, looking out of the passenger side window.
"I wish I could take it back," Dean said as he turned onto the highway to head into town.
"Dean, just drop it, please," I groaned. "Just stop bringing it up."
"But," Dean started, but stopped as soon as I whipped my head around to look at him.
"If I ruined your Dad's journal and couldn't fix it, but kept bringing it up continuously, how would you feel?"
"Ummm, I mean, It'd probably upset me," he answered after thinking about it for a minute.
"Exactly, so stop bringing it up so we can move past it," I growled out, fighting that little devil on my shoulder that wanted to punch him in his pretty face.
"Okay, sorry."
"Stop apologizing," I shook my head before looking out of the window again.
"Sorry," he mumbled out.
"Dean!" I nearly screamed, turning to look at him again.
"My bad," he said. He looked at me, eyebrows raised and the corner of his mouth twitching slightly in a smirk.
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The rest of the drive had been pleasantly quiet, only the tunes of ZZ Top filling the interior of the car as I filled both of our guns with witch killing bullets. "I've got your back," I said to Dean as he pulled into Cindy's driveway. Dean put Baby in park and grabbed his gun from my outstretched hand, giving me a grin and nod of his head.
We had waited for a few minutes, knocking every once in a while and coming up empty with no answering of the door. Without a word, Dean pulled his lock picks from his pocket and went to work unlocking the door. The house was nearly silent when entering the home. The place was a mess considering she was a housekeeper, but that was the least of my worries. I surveyed the living room as Dean checked the kitchen for any witchy evidence. "Living room didn't have anything," I whispered as I met Dean in the hallway.
"Nothing in the kitchen either," he shrugged. I cautiously opened the first door in the hallway, finding an empty room that had absolutely nothing in it but a few boxes with baby items in them. I felt a pain in my chest as I realized that there could be a possibility that Cindy could be pregnant, but that was put to rest when Dean met me in the hallway after looking through the bathroom. "Nothing in the bathroom, but a negative pregnancy test.
"God, if Stan was really innocent and they were trying for a kid...then he's killed. I kinda feel bad for her, Dean. I mean, here she was with the love of her life and trying to build a family and it was all stripped away for nothing," I wondered aloud as we walked into what I assumed was the master bedroom.
"Never feel bad for a witch, especially one that's killed," Dean grumbled as he opened drawers of a dresser and felt around for anything odd. I was checking under the bed when I heard the buzzing, sitting up onto my knees I found Dean fumbling with a vibrator, attempting to turn it back off. His cheeks reddened and he shrugged his shoulders as he stuffed the item back into a drawer. He pulled a sexy lace nightgown out, giving me a coy grin.
"Victoria has no secrets around you does she?" I shook my head and chuckled as I searched the nightstand next to the bed. The only thing that had been evident throughout the home was just how in love her and Stan were. Even through her heartbreak she couldn't take down the photos of her and her love, but I realized that was only fueling the fire for her vengeance on the town, her heart unable to heal from her loss when she was holding onto that loss so hard. My mind wandered to my destroyed keychain and how I had still had that blob hanging on the key ring, the constant reminder it was. If I was going to forgive Dean and let go of my pain, getting rid of the keychain was the biggest thing I had to do.
Dean's phone rang and I could only hear one side of the conversation, "Yeah, whatcha got?...Son of a bitch...Two more?...So you think it's everybody?...Alright," Dean hung up the phone, turning to me and pulling his gun from his waistband. "We've gotta end this bitch."
"What?"
"Sam said that the police radio is nonstop about people beating the shit out of each other and two more people have been found dead," he cocked his gun, making sure there was a bullet in the chamber before continuing. "He's convinced Cindy has cursed the whole town. Rowena said, if we kill her it should cure everyone, so we've gotta get this done now!"
Dean was out of the room in a flash and I was fast behind him, grabbing for my gun when I smelled something. "Do you smell that?"
"What?"
"It's a musky, floral smell," I said, walking past him and sniffing in the scent to follow it to its source. The smell was strongest in the kitchen and then I spotted the door around a corner. "Basement," I whispered to Dean who was right behind me. He gave me a nod and I reached for the knob, turning it quietly to not alert the suspect of our arrival. I looked at the wooden stairs, rolling my eyes at the stereotypical horror movie we were only one creaky board away from being. I took the lead, gun raised and ready as I took each step cautiously, making sure to take each step as close to the side as possible since the center of the steps would be the weakest due to overuse. I had made it to the landing at the bottom of the stairs, gun aimed at the back of the woman who was chanting over a table. I felt a slight hesitation at killing the heartbroken woman, it was clear she wasn't always this monster she had become. Maybe we could talk some sense into her and have her cure the town without anyone else ending up dead. Just then Dean's weight landed on a step wrong and the creak it let out was loud enough to break the trance that Cindy was in. I watched as her body tensed and I tried to warn her, "Cindy, don't," but she dropped the sand into the bowl she was working on and turned on us, throwing a ball of pink mist our way as I pulled the trigger of my gun on instinct. Just as I watched the blood trickle from the hole in her forehead, Dean and I were knocked on our asses by the pink mist.
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"Son of a bitch," Dean mumbled as we both came to.
"What the hell was that?" I asked as I assessed the damage of the bump on my head and growling at the pain. "Fuck!"
"I don't know what that was, but nice hit on the witch. Her cursing days are done," Dean smiled as he stood up and held out a hand to help me up.
"Thanks," I said as I placed my hand in his. He jerked me up swiftly and the strength of the pull forced my body to collide with his. Dean wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me from stumbling back and neither of us moved for a moment.
"Mmm, This is nice." I heard him nearly moan.
I couldn't argue with him. "Yeah," I thought before placing a hand on his chest and pushing away from him. Dean's eyes locked with mine, staring as if he was searching for something. "What?" I questioned him and he shook his head.
"Ladies first," he gestured to the stairs. I nodded, knowing we had to head back to Sam and see if things had calmed down in the town.
"Damn, she's got one nice ass," Is what I heard as I climbed up the stairs, Dean behind me.
"Dean, stop staring at my ass," I laughed out before reaching the top of the stairs.
"Damn it! She knows me too well," he grumbled. "But I'm totally keeping that image in the bank, Ha!"
"Dean!" I scolded him as I turned on my heel to face him.
"What?"
"Keep my ass out of your bank!"
"What?" Dean was sincerely puzzled, his eyes darting around the room and then back at me. "You heard that?"
Dean's phone rang before I could answer him and Dean slid the green button to the side before placing it on speakerphone. "Did you get her?" Sam's voice asked.
"Yeah, Jackie got her right between the eyes," Dean said with a proud tone to his voice. He looked up, giving me a smirk before looking back at the phone.
"How's the police scanner sounding?" I asked Sam in hopes that we had cured the curse on the town.
"One of the cops reported that a fight he was breaking up stopped immediately about five minutes ago. He said it was like the guys woke up from some kind of trance and just walked away from each other."
"Sounds like we solved the case," Dean grinned, "Now it's time to go have some fun."
"Dean," Sam and I both said at the exact same time.
"What?"
"Can we make sure this is all completely done first before you go have playtime?" Sam asked and I gave Dean a look saying that Sam had a point.
"Fine," Dean rolled his eyes. "You guys never let me have any fun," he whined before hanging up on Sam.
"Stop being a baby," I scoffed at him as I walked out the door and back to the waiting Impala.
"The only baby here is in the driveway, thank you very much," Dean said in a mocking tone.
"Go fuck yourself," I thought to myself as I climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door.
"I'd rather fuck you," Dean grumbled.
"Excuse me?!" I was shocked, confused where the hell this boldly outspoken Dean had come from.
"What?" Dean asked as he stuck the keys into the ignition.
"Dean, we've already had this discussion," I rolled my eyes at him before running a hand over my face before looking back at him.
"What discussion?" he asked, looking at me as if I had grown a second head.
"About us fucking," I answered him, throwing my hands up in the air when I said it as if that was going to get the point across to him more.
"Wait...what?!" The look on his face said he was seriously confused, "Who the hell said anything about us fucking?"
"You did, Jackass!" I shouted.
"No, I didn't!" he argued, turning the keys and bringing the car to life.
"Yes...yes, you did," I turned in my seat to face him. "I heard it loud and clear."
"No, you didn't because I didn't," he paused, "I didn't say that out loud."
"What?" Now I was the puzzled one. I sat facing straight in my seat, looking out of the front window as Dean merged onto the highway to go back to the motel.
"I'm thinking about the number sixty-nine."
"I'm sure you are, Perv," I dismissed him. "Who even sixty-nines anymore?" I asked him after a few minutes.
"How did you know I was thinking about sixty-nine?" Dean said as he took the exit for the motel.
"Because you said it out of nowhere," I answered him as he pulled into the parking lot and parked.
"I didn't say it out loud," Dean sighed, turning off the car and turning in his seat to face me. "Jackie, look at me." I did as he asked, turning in my seat to face him. "Watch my lips," he instructed me and I couldn't help the hesitation to look at his sinfully full lips. "Why did you hesitate?" he asked me, calling me out. I was so flustered from him calling my bluff that I almost didn't realize that those pillow-like lips hadn't moved when I heard his voice.
"Holy fucking shitballs," I gasped.
"You're telling me! I'm the one that can't have a private thought." Dean said through gritted teeth.
"I mean...how?" I looked up into his eyes.
Dean shrugged, "It has to be whatever that pink mist was."
"But we killed her," I retorted, desperate for this to make some kind of sense.
"Before that mist hit us," Dean said, "That's gotta be the issue here."
"Wait," I said before thinking, "Can you hear what I'm thinking?"
"I don't know," Dean answered without looking at me.
"I didn't ask that out loud, Dean," I said aloud. "I guess you aren't the only one having their privacy invaded."
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"Moose, we have a problem," I nearly shouted as I barrelled into our motel room.
"What's going on? Everything in town seems quiet," Sam looked up from a book he was reading.
"No, it's us," I answered him, looking over at Dean, who was looking at Sam intensely.
"Sammy, can you hear this?"
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Sam asked Dean, a look of disgust on his face.
"I guess I'm the only one that can hear you," I said, looking back at Dean.
"Great," Dean spat, running a hand through his hair. "Tell Rowena to get her ass here."
"She's helping Donna and Jody with something in Wisconsin," Sam retorted, "What's going on, Dean?"
"Tell her to meet us at the bunker ASAP!" Dean snapped before ripping the door open and heading outside.
"What the hell is going on?" Sam questioned me.
"We can hear each other's thoughts," I groaned, rubbing at my eyes.
"What?" Sam chuckled.
"Don't you dare laugh," I said, staring daggers at him. "I may have to climb you like a tree to get to your neck, but I will choke you."
"Okay, noted. Not funny," Sam cleared his throat, standing up from the bed. "Jack," Sam whispered, shaking the slumbering boy slightly to wake him. "Get up, we've gotta pack up."
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The trip back to the bunker had been a long seventeen hours of lots of cursing inside of Dean's mind and blaring music. Dean had been hell bent on not stopping for bathroom breaks, but thanks to Aunt Flow being in town I had to argue with him numerous times that I couldn't piss in a bottle like the rest of them in the car. "Fucking finally," Dean said in his mind as we pulled into the garage.
"Sam, will you take my bag to my room for me?" I asked him as climbed from the backseat of the Impala.
"Sure."
"Thanks, I have to run to the store," I said, "Does anyone need anything?"
"Bacon, beer, and boobs."
"Bacon and beer, Got it!"
"What no boobs?"
"Nope. Getting tampons though. Do you want some of those?" I watched as Dean grimaced and couldn't help but laugh as I walked over to Diane to head to the store. Thankfully, I was close to the end of my period because my internal monologue of my period was definitely something I did not want to share with Dean. I climbed into the front seat of my car and was putting the keys into the ignition when I saw something hanging from the knob of my radio. "Oh my God."My heart felt like it was going to both burst out of my chest and break in half at the same time.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked as he approached the still open driver's side door. I jumped out of the car, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him to me in a tight hug. "What's this fo...Oh." Dean wrapped his arms around me and sat his chin on the top of my head as I sobbed into his shirt. "I know you said not to bring it up again, but I had that made before the trip. I wanted to do something to try to make up for what I did. I'm still so sorry, Jackie."
"You're forgiven," I managed to mutter out between gasps for breath as I pulled away from him.
Dean reached out, placing a hand on my cheek and wiping a tear away with his thumb. The gesture felt so intimate and I struggled to bring air back into my lungs as my eyes found his. "I know it's not the same," he started.
"I love it," I said giving him a small smile as he moved his hand to wipe away another stray tear.
"The frame for the picture," he paused. "The plastic from your Dad's keychain is melted into the plastic of the frame. It's made with stronger plastic too. No melting capabilities," he gave me a weak smile before dropping his hand back to his side. In all honesty, I hadn't noticed that the blob of a keychain had been missing from my key-ring and I wasn't sure how long it had been gone. All I knew was that Dean had done something wonderfully sweet, his vulnerable side showing a little. He reached inside of Diane, pulling my keys from the ignition and the new keychains from the knob of the radio. Dean placed them on my key-ring before handing it back to me and giving me a small hug, "Now go get your tampons." And just like that the vulnerability was gone and those walls were back up.
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I was in my room admiring the keychains Dean had made for me and resting with the heating pad on my cramping abdomen. One keychain was a black D, similar to the original that had been destroyed, the other a clear rectangle that housed a photo of my mother, father, and myself. The picture had been sitting on my nightstand since my move into the bunker became permanent. I wondered when Dean had managed to scan the photo and when he had found time to have the keychains made, but I didn't truly care about any of those answers because they didn't matter. What mattered was the rough, tough, and steely man I had pegged him to be was starting to shed layers for me to see what was laying beneath. Dean was sacastic, broody, and yes...attractive on the outside, but this one little gesture showed that he was also sweet and thoughtful.
"Where the hell is my laptop?"
Dean's voice echoed in my mind and had me looking around my bedroom in search of the laptop even though I knew I didn't have it.
"Sam!" Dean's voice called down the call and I opened my bedroom door to witness Dean on the hunt.
"I swear if Sam stole my laptop to fuck with my porn again, I'm gonna kill him." Dean was stomping down the hall and I snorted as I fought against laughing out loud. "What's so funny?" Dean looked down the hallway at me, narrowing his eyes. I threw my hands up in surrender before walking back into my room and closing the door behind me.
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"Oh yes," Woke me from my sleep. I had apparently drifted off while watching Ironman 2, but I didn't remember any pleasured moaning in that film. "Mmmmm, yeah, show me those titties." "What?!" Ok, that definitely was not in this movie. I paused the movie, getting confused with the background noise and moaning mixing together. "Oh God, oh hell yeah. Show me that pretty pussy." "Oh hell no!" Dean was painting a vary vivid picture in my mind with his words. The faceless woman was probably laying on her back, completely nude, legs spread wide and showing the goods. NOT ON MY WATCH! Or my mind's watch! I jumped up from my bed, racing to Dean's bedroom door and pounding on it to get his attention.
"Dean, you knock it off in there! You got it?" I screamed through the door.
"Oh fuck...fuck yes...rub that clit, sweetheart."
He was ignoring me! "Dean if you don't stop right now I'm going to come in there and break your fucking laptop! I swear to God!" I screamed even louder, catching Sam, Jack, and Castiel's attention in the process.
"What's he doing?" Jack asked innocently.
"Something he can't do until we get our minds are separated," I answered as vaguely as possible. I watched as Sam's face broke out in a huge smile and his chest vibrated with a chuckle. "This is not funny," I gave Sam a glare and he turned to go back into his bedroom. "Damn it, Dean!" I yelled.
"Calm your tits," Dean huffed out as he opened the door.
"My tits are calm! It's the ones on your computer I'm more worried about," I scolded him in my mind. Dean rolled his eyes as I pushed past him and walked over to his bed and closed his laptop.
"What the hell?" Dean asked as he walked up behind me. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked calmly as I lifted his mattress and pulled out his magazines.
"I'm keeping me from being scarred for life," I answered him as I opened his bedside drawer and grabbed the rest of his porn stash.
"Looks to me like you're giving me blue balls until we get this fixed." He complained.
"Go to the bar. Take someone home. Just don't bring her back here. I don't want to hear your internal monologue while you're getting your rocks off, okay?" I said aloud as I picked up all the gathered pornography and made my way to the door.
"What are you going to do with it all?" he asked, genuinely concerned.
"It'll be in a safe place until we get this all fixed," I answered him. "I promise you'll get all your Busty Asian Beauties back after this is all over." I gave him a smile before taking off down the hallway to find a hiding place that Dean would never come across and trying to think of anything but the place so he couldn't listen in on my thoughts for a clue.
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"Damn, I loved the little guy, but I'm not going to complain about this sight," I marveled as Steve Rogers emerged from the pod in the first Captain America movie. I had been attempting to drown Dean out of my head by bingeing Marvel movies and failing miserably. "I mean, God Bless America." I chuckled at myself.
"Yeah, yeah. He may be able to save your world, but I'd be the one to rock it." Dean's voice came into my head. I rolled my eyes as if he could see me through the bedroom wall.
"Would you like to join me?" I thought back at him.
"In bed, hell yes. But if you are asking if I want to come watch you drool over Captain America, that's gonna be a hard pass."
"Your loss." I smiled as I laid down in bed to continue watching the movie.
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We had just finished eating dinner together and I was burnt out with watching movies I had seen a thousand times. I picked up my phone and earbuds before finding my way into the library and laying down on the couch. I needed a change of scenery after spending most of my day in my bedroom. I put my playlist on shuffle and hoped that the loud music would keep Dean's thoughts far out of my mind. The first song that came on was one of my favorites, OCAD's "Muse", and I couldn't help move my body along to the beat as I sang along to the song in my mind. It had always been my empowerment song when I was feeling a little weak minded. When the next song, Ariana Grande's "God is a Woman", came on I had to praise the shuffle Gods for lining up such a strong female list of songs. I was surprised I hadn't had a classic rock song come on yet since most of my playlist was comprised of it, but instead Elle King's cover of "My Neck, My Back" came on and I couldn't help but jam out. It was a filthy ass song to be sung with such a beautiful voice and it made me smile every time I heard it. I had gotten to the middle of the second verse when my earbuds were ripped away from my ears.
"What the fuck?" I hissed, opening my eyes and finding Dean standing next to the couch, my earbuds dangling from his hand.
"If I can't have my porn, you can't have this," he smirked.
"That's not the same thing," I argued.
"My body is saying different," Dean groaned, shifting his hips forward slightly to catch my attention. I sat up on the couch quickly, moving away from the large bulge in his jeans that was so conveniently positioned by my head that was resting on the arm of the couch. "Yeah, listening to you sing demands to lick your pussy so you can come all over my face...nice song choice." his voice filled my mind. I could feel my skin heating with a blush as my heart rate spiked and he gave me that sexy smirk again before walking off, my earbuds still in his hands.
I heard a door close and I made a mental note to set up a safe 'Dean infiltrated mind' playlist. I got up from the couch and decided he wouldn't win this battle, I had a spare set of earbuds in my room. I smiled to myself as I made my way down the hallway and heard the shower running as I walked past the bathroom on the way to my room. I had just reached my room and was searching for my other earbuds when I heard it. "Oh fuck." The moan filled my mind loud and clear. "Fuck that feels good." That son of a bitch was jacking off! I aborted my mission of finding the earbuds at the moment, taking off in a dash to his room and finding it completely empty. "Oh God." I ran for the bathroom, knowing he had to be the one in the shower and tried to turn the handle of the door, but it was locked.
"You knock that off! Or atleast keep your mind quiet!" I shouted at him through the door, but he didn't answer. "Oh fuck." He moaned again, completely unaware of my screaming at him. "Stop it!" I tried to speak to him in my mind. "Jackie." It wasn't acknowledgement. No, he was moaning my fucking name. "Mmm, you feel so good." He nearly growled and I pushed my thighs together to help relieve the ache that was forming there as I wondered exactly what he was imagining. "No!" I fought against my own basic instinct, knowing this was all sorts of wrong. I continued to bang on the door in hopes that I could stop him. It was one thing if he wanted to get off to me in the privacy of his own mind, but he knew I could hear him and he had absolutely no shame in torturing me with it. "Fuck, Jackie. So close." he moaned and then I heard it with my own ears. Dean let out a few low grunts as he neared his climax and then a deep, sexy moan sounded out of his mouth as it he reached his release.
"What are you doing?" Castiel's voice broke me from my trance on what was happening on the other side of the door, in the shower. I took in a deep breath, dropping my hand from the door and turned to him.
I cleared my throat, trying to give myself a few seconds to come up with an excuse as to why I was creeping outside the bathroom door while Dean was jerking himself off. "I uh...I need to change my tampon and Dean's taking too long in the shower." It all came out in a rush and Castiel's face had indicated that it was probably an overshare.
"I'm sure he will be done soon," Cas replied before walking off down the hallway.
"Oh, he's done alright," I thought to myself.
"Thanks to you," Dean's voice filled my mind again.
"I hate you."
~.~
"So Rowena is still with Donna on that case. Apparently, the witches ran from town and they are still tracking them down," Dean started as he walked into my room, waking me from my sleep.
"What time is it?" I wondered, looking at my phone and seeing it was only 11 P.M.
"Cas is going to see if any of his Angel Mojo can fix us." Dean continued.
As if on cue Cas walked into the room and stood next to Dean. "Come stand next to Dean, Jackie," Castiel instructed. I removed the heating pad from my stomach and did as he asked. He placed his hands on both Dean and I's foreheads and the pain from my menstrual cramps were the last thing I could worry about. The ringing and pain in my head as Cas dug around to fix our brains was horrendous, but brief, and I fell forward, putting my hands on my knees after he pulled his hand away. "Whatever the witch has done is weaved deeply into your brain's wavelengths," he began to explain, but was interrupted by Dean bending over and grabbing his stomach as if in pain.
"Son of a bitch! What did you do Cas?" Dean gritted out through clenched teeth. As the pain of Castiel's intrusion in my brain faded I felt a new wave of cramps hit me and made my way quickly to the bed,
Castiel placed his hand on Dean's shoulder as I flopped myself down on my bed and placed the heating pad back on my lap. As soon as the heat hit my body the cramps relaxed and Dean stood up straight. "I'm not sensing any gas issues or stomach issues," Castiel said as he removed his hand from Dean's shoulder.
"Potty time," I thought to myself and an amused smirk appeared on Dean's face as he looked over at me. "Like you don't pee," I rolled my eyes at him and he shrugged. I pulled the heating pad from my lap and ran to the bathroom.
"Fuck!" I heard Dean groan in my mind. "What the hell?" Another growl. "Why does it feel like my hips are trying to come out of my dick?" he asked Cas as I entered my bedroom again. "It's like I feel bloated from eating too many of those bad burritos we got in Florida, but my bladder or something down there is trying to exit my body," he explained his pain.
Castiel placed his hand on Dean's shoulder again, "It seems you are experiencing sympathy pains."
"What?" Dean asked, puzzled.
"Your abdominal muscles are cramping," Cas answered.
"No shit, Sherlock," Dean spat. "Why?"
"I'm on my period," I whispered out as it dawned on me what Cas was trying to say.
"And what does that have to do with the price of tea in China?" Dean groaned out and placed his hand on his lower stomach again as another wave of cramps hit me.
"What Castiel means is, I'm on my period, and his little tinkering in our minds must have you experiencing sympathy pains for me," I explained to Dean as I placed the heating pad back on my stomach. Dean straightened his stance again as the pain eased away.
"Fix it," he said quickly, looking back at Cas, "Fix it now."
Castiel looked between us as Dean's eyes widened in horror. I stood up again, standing next to Dean so Cas could try to fix whatever had gone terribly wrong. I had to admit, it was kind of comical watching Mr. Badass struggle with my monthly pain, crippled by it even, when I had been working a case through it all week and no one could tell I was hurting. As Cas pulled his hands away from us, Dean placed his hands on his stomach and then looked back over at me, giving me a once over as if he could see me cramping. "Are you in pain?" he asked me in his mind.
"Nothing I can't handle," I replied without opening my mouth.
"I don't know how you go through that every month," Dean mumbled out realizing he was no longer feeling what I was.
"Simple, Women are just more badass than men," I shrugged before walking back over to lay down in bed again.
"I will never give another woman shit about PMS ever again," Dean said, "Never again."
~.~
I was shackled to a wall, naked and exposed in the dark with my hands in thick iron cuffs above my head. The brick wall behind me was cold against my bare skin and the room was barely lit, only a few candles giving the room a soft flickering hue of amber light. I pulled at the restraints on my wrists, the jingling metal causing a tingle of adrenaline to course through my body. I had no idea where I was or who had done this to me, but one question was quickly answered when I heard the familiar voice approaching the room. "Are you ready for me to have my way with you?" The adrenaline was soon replaced with lust as my body was overcome with desire. "This sure has been a long time coming, pun intended," Dean smirked as he entered the darkened room. He was a handsome man, but the lack of lighting in the room only intensified his dangerously sexy features. "I've been dreaming of this for so long, Jackie," he licked his lips and reached behind his head to pull off the black fitted t-shirt he was wearing, leaving him in only his perfectly fit jeans and bare feet. He pushed his lean upperbody against my bare chest as he reached up to my hands, locking our fingers together in a tender embrace before sliding his hands out of mine and ghosting his fingertips down my arms. As his hands traveled over my skin he leaned his face in toward me and I thought he was going to kiss me. The need to feel his full lips on my own had me panting as I closed my eyes in anticipation. His nose brushed against my cheekbone as he buried his face into my hair before taking in a deep breath, "I'm going to savor every inch of you." I mewled and arched my back as his lips travelled along my jaw and then down the side of my neck. Just as his teeth bit into my pulse point his hands gripped the backs of my thighs, lifting them up to wrap around his hips.
"Dean," I moaned as he rocked his groin into me and sucked on my neck. I let myself forget how wrong this was for our working relationship, too in need of the release he was bound to give me. As wrong as it was for us to cross this line, it felt so right for us to be right here like this.
"That's right," Dean growled as he nuzzled into my neck and brought his lips up to my ear. "Say it again," he breathed, catching my lobe between his teeth as he ground his denim covered erection into my bare and soaked core.
"Dean, please," I begged him, arching my body against him and thrusting my hips against him in search for the friction I was dying to find.
"You're going to ruin me, aren't you?" he said as he pulled back to look into my face.
"I'd say you are the one doing the ruining since I'm a little tied up at the moment," I smirked at him, lifting an eyebrow and biting my bottom lip a little.
Dean released his hold on my ass, letting my legs fall from his hips. As soon as my feet hit the floor, he was on me, his hands cradling my face as his mouth crashed into mine. His lips were strong but soft, tender but demanding, as he worked them against mine. I parted my lips, running my tongue over his plump bottom lip and his tongue quickly invaded my mouth. I was so focused on his mouth that I hadn't noticed that one of his hands was no longer on my face. Dean's foot forced its way between mine, kicking lightly at my feet and I took a step out with each foot. His hand cupped my sex as soon as my legs were spread the way he wanted me. His large hand spread me open, using his middle finger to rub at my clit and I ripped my mouth away from his as my head fell back against the wall. "So wet," Dean mumbled as his lips made their way to my neck and he slid two fingers into my core. I was so worked up and pent up that it didn't take much for the heat to build in my abdomen. I raised up to my tip toes, thrusting my hips forward to match the pace of Dean's fingers and he stilled them, pressing his palm hard against my clit to draw my climax off of my pussy and onto my oversensitive nub. I was gasping for breath as he worked me up and curled his fingers to massage my front wall.
"I'm so...so close," I choked out between pants and moans. Dean leaned down, his hot mouth wrapping around a nipple before scraping it with his teeth. I nearly screamed as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of me again and I could feel my orgasm approaching at top speed as my legs began to shake. "Dean," I whimpered out as he pulled his digits out of me just as I was about to come.
Opening my eyes, I found him on his knees in front of me, "Not yet," he smirked deviously. "You know I'm a man that loves to eat," he explained as he gripped the back of one of my thighs and rested it on his shoulder. "And I have a feeling your pussy is better than pie."
Dean ran his lips against my inner thigh, the light touch causing me to shiver. He wasted no time as he reached the apex of my thighs, burying his face against my pussy and running his flattened tongue all the way through my southern lips. He latched his lips around my clit and I pulled at my restraints, desperate to grab his hair and sink my nails into his scalp in an attempt to push his face further against me. I wanted to ride his face, I NEEDED to ride his face. I needed to find that euphoric high my body was dying for and Dean was only teasing me as he flicked his tongue at my clit lazily. I gripped the chains attached to the cuffs, grateful for my upperbody strength as I pulled myself up, giving me leverage to buck against his face. "Oh fuck," I cried as his tongue dove into my pussy and his hands gripped my ass tight, pushing me further into his face before pulling me away, allowing him to fuck me with his tongue. It was a torturous game he was playing as he kept switching the sensations between fucking me with his tongue and stopping to suck on my clit. I was being worked into a maddening level of sexual frustration with every switch he made. "Dean, Please," I begged as he switched again.
"What's that sweetheart?" He asked, pulling away from my center and looking up at me, running his fingers over my soaked slit.
"I'm so close, Dean. Please," I moaned as he pushed a finger into my opening. "Oh God," I moaned.
"Use my name, baby," he requested as he pushed a second finger into me, his eyes still lingering on my face.
"Dean," I groaned as I pushed myself towards his face. "Please, Dean."
"Come for me, Jackie," he breathed out before attaching his mouth to my clit and pumping his fingers in and out of me. I could feel the tension building rapidly inside me and I looked down my body at Dean, whose beautiful, dark green eyes were still on me, drinking me in. "Mmmm," Dean moaned against me sending vibrations through my body as he crooked his fingers inside, hitting just the right spot. The rubberband ball of tension in my lower stomach exploded, sending shocks of heat through every nerve ending in my body. My legs began to shake and Dean pulled his fingers from me, lapping at my juices as my pussy pulsed with my orgasm.
I shot up in my bed, feeling my pussy still pulsing. I was covered in a light sweat and could feel the flood of my release between my legs as I rubbed my thighs together. I had never had a dream seem so god damn real and I sat there trying to gain my bearings as another image flooded my mind.
I was still in shackles, this time Dean was standing, my legs wrapped around his waist, his jeans sagging on his ass as he pumped his hips forward into me. "You feel so damn good, Jackie," he growled into my neck.
"Fill me up, Dean," I moaned as I held on for dear life to the chains above me.
How was I dreaming while awake? And why was I now watching this scene unfold like an outsider?
"Almost there, baby." Dean thrust into me again and again, his pace starting to increase. "I need you to come again for me, Jackie."
"Dean," I moaned, arching my back and pushing my chest against him. "Harder." And Dean's hands grabbed my hips, finding control over my body and lifting me off of him before slamming me back down as he thrust up into me. "Yes, just like that!"
I shook my head, walking to the door to go clean myself up in the bathroom when another scene flooded me.
"Come on Jackie, come. I don't know how much longer I can last," Dean panted into my neck. His back was coated in sweat and his jeans had now fallen below that glorious ass of his. I watched as his ass and back flexed with each thrust.
I smacked at the wall in the hallway, breaking me from the lifelike daydream and then I heard it, Dean's groan coming through his bedroom door. Another image began to form and I fought hard to keep it from blinding me from my mission. I grabbed the handle of his door, pushing the door open and stomping over to Dean who was still very much asleep. His hips were moving slightly, his hands fisting the sheets and his morning wood tenting his blanket.
"I'm coming," I cried out, Dean stilled watching my face as I rode out my orgasm. "Dean," I whimpered as I quivered around him.
"I'm right here sweetheart. I'm right here," he cooed as he began thrusting again.
I shook the image from my mind, lifting my foot off of the floor and kicking Dean off of the bed. He tumbled off the opposite side of his bed, before popping his head up where I could see him. "What'd you do that for?" he grumbled as he went to stand up, grabbing the blanket to cover his junk up before standing up fully.
"We've got an even bigger issue now," I nearly growled.
"You're telling me," Dean thought to himself, glancing down at his blanket covered crotch before looking back up at me.
"Not that," I paused, "Well, not exactly that."
"What'd my dick ever do to you?" he whined, his lips frowning.
I closed my eyes, imagining the scene of his back and ass flexing as he pounded into me. I opened my eyes looking at him and watched as his glassy eyes cleared. Dean adjusted himself through the blanket and looked up at me. "That's what you did to me," I explained, putting my hand on my hip.
"Wait," he paused, a puzzled look on his face, "We fucked last night?"
"Oh my God, Dean!" I huffed.
"I've really gotta lighten up on the late night drinking," he mused, making a mental note.
"We did not have sex, Dean!" I shouted. "Apparently our internal monologue isn't the only thing we are sharing anymore."
"What?"
"You're little wet dream, woke me up," I added, trying to further explain our problem. I closed my eyes, picturing myself at the lake, sunbathing on the hood of Diane as I sang along with the AC/DC song blaring from the car's radio. "Did you see that?" I asked as I opened my eyes.
"I like that bikini," Dean smirked.
"You're missing the point here," I sighed.
"Wait, so if I daydream or imagine anything you can see it too?" he asked, realizing whatever Cas had done to us last night had only made things worse. "Son of a bitch! This is worse than the cramps!"
~.~
The morning had been relatively quiet after the dream incident. Jack and Cas were gone, looking into a four missing persons case in Stockton, California. Bored out of my mind and trying to avoid both my bedroom and Dean, I had volunteered to go with them, but Sam had stopped me from going with them, stating that Rowena had called and said she was on her way so I needed to stay put. So here I was, gathering clothes from Jack's bedroom to do some laundry. "Hey, you don't have to do that," Sam's voice said as he walked into the room.
"Just trying to stay busy and keep my mind as closed off from Dean as I can. I've noticed if I am focused on something I can tune him out," I explained as I grabbed the last of Jack's dirty clothes from the floor. "Typical teen boy, leaving his dirty clothes all over the floor," I chuckled. "Thankfully, he's shy the crusty self-lovin' socks."
"Those are in Dean's laundry," Sam snorted.
"Figures," I shook my head with a light laugh. "You have any laundry?"
"I can do my stuff," Sam shrugged.
"Please," I asked, "Let me help you out. It's the least I can do with Dean and I driving you crazy."
"No, it's fine. It's not like you can help it," He shrugged again. "I'll handle my laundry."
"Oh, I see...Don't want me finding your socks, huh?" I teased.
"Fine!" Sam said, getting flustered and walking out of the room before coming back with a bag and dropping it at my feet. "But you come get me so I can help you fold it all. Okay?"
"Deal,"
~.~
Our deal had to be broken when Rowena showed up. She had done her thing, checking Dean and I both for some clue as to what we had been hit with, but she came up empty. "Oh Jaqueline, you poor girl. I hate to leave you like this, having to be tortured with the inner thoughts of this neanderthal," she sighed, looking over at Dean before looking back at me. "Just hang in there dear, Samuel and I are going to take a little road trip so we can get you all fixed up."
"Thank you, Rowena," I smiled.
"Don't thank me just yet, you still have to make it another day or so, not killing the poor boy before we can get back with the cure for this mess," the sassy red head patted my cheek before heading for the door.
"Thanks for reminding me," I sighed.
"Hey, you weren't complaining this morning," Dean retorted.
I turned around, glaring at him for bringing this morning back up, "I figured your little trip out of bed was complaining enough."
Dean shrugged, walking off to the kitchen I was sure, for another beer. Lord, I was praying he wasn't going to end up smashed tonight because I definitely didn't need Dean any more unfiltered than he already was or the odds of Sam and Rowena returning to a homicide would definitely be increased.
~.~
I was waiting for the second load of clothes to finish in the dryer and Dean was currently washing Baby in the garage, his frustrations of caked on bugs filling my mind. I walked around the bunker in search of something else to do when I seen the stacks of books and files on the tables in the library. Putting my mind to work on putting the books and files back was just what my mind needed to shut Dean's mind out of mine. As I shelved the last book I noticed something shoved to the back of the shelf. I pulled the black covered book out from its hiding space finding that this must have been stashed by a female hunter that used to reside here. I was sure Fifty Shades of Grey wasn't exactly the reading material of the Winchester boys. I threw the book into my room to peruse though at a later time before sending a text to Sam asking where the files were kept. After receiving the text message telling me they were kept in the archive room in 7B, I loaded up my arms and headed off to find the place.
I pulled out the dusty banker's box on the bottom shelf in the back of the storage room, placing the last file away. Sliding the box back into its place I noticed the scuffs on the floor, drag marks. Curiosity getting the best of me, I pulled on the metal shelving unit and it moved with ease, revealing a hidden room behind it. There on the floor of the room, dead in the center, was a devil's trap. A chair was sitting in the middle of the symbol and a table was pushed off to the side of the room. One lone light lit up the space, providing enough light to see what the rest of the room held. The walls were brick and attached to them were shackles. My skin prickled with goosebumps as the memory of the morning flooded my mind. I knew exactly where I was, but not because I had ever been here before. Well, not physically. I looked between the two shackles on the wall, the width between them indicating they were meant for the captive to be held with their arms wide open. Looking over the wall for the shackles I remembered from the dream, I let my mind slip back to the scene I had watched in third person. My hands were held captive by two shackles above my head, my legs wrapped around Dean's waist as he pounded into me rapidly, his hands gripping my ass tightly in his deadly hands. I ran a hand over one of the iron cuffs on the wall before running my hand against the brick wall between the set of shackles.
"You looking for these?" Dean's voice nearly echoed in the open space and I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck. His body pressed against my back slightly, just enough to make me hold my breath, and he reached up, snapping the chain with cuffs on both ends into a hook above where I stood.
"I...I wasn't looking for those," I stumbled over my words, fighting to regulate my breathing and tame my racing heartbeat.
"You forget we're tethered?" Dean's voice said in my head.
"As if you'd let me forget it," I rolled my eyes, turning around to face him.
"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" he wiggled his eyebrows at me, that sexy little smirk gracing his lips.
"You're incorrigible," I scoffed, pushing at his chest but he didn't budge. "Dean."
"Say it again," his voice deepened as his head tipped down and his eyes darkened and narrowed.
"You're incorrigible," I repeated, sighing and shaking my head at him.
Dean tipped his head to the side, "As much as I love how cute you are when you get frustrated, that's not what I meant."
"Dean, I'm not playing this game with you, I have laundry I need to get to," I said, crossing my arms under my chest and giving him my best, 'Are we done now' face.
"You can put on this tough girl front, but I know you are just as curious as I am on how it'd really feel," his lips thinned as he thought it and he took a step forward toward me. I took a step back, my back slamming into the brick wall behind me as my heart rate spiked again.
"Dean, this is not going to happen. Please just stop," I let out in a whisper. I was definitely downplaying the effect he had on me, fighting to make sure things stayed platonic between us. I was beyond sure that his interest in me was purely due to the fact that I was that one mountain he hadn't had the chance to climb yet, that one notch he couldn't put on his bedpost. I knew I was attracted to him, but my attraction to him wasn't worth the risk of losing all I had come to cherish with this family of hunters. Dean took a step back, gesturing toward the door with an outstretched arm. I bolted from the room and straight to my bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I slid my back down the wood, my ass coming in contact with the floor and I put my head between my knees taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm my nerves.
~.~
I sat on the washer playing a game on my phone, listening to the internal monologue of Dean watching some ridiculous movie about a serial killer while I waited for the last load of clothes to finish in the dryer. "Fuck yeah!" Dean voice rang in my head as the dryer shut off signalling the clothes were finally dry. I pulled the clothes from the dryer, folding them and placing them in a basket before taking them to Dean's room. "Oh hey," he said, acknowledging my existence.
"Here's your clothes," I muttered, sitting them at the foot of his bed.
"Thanks," he said, standing up from his spot on the bed to retrieve the basket. "Jackie," Dean's voice was soft and I stopped in the doorway to turn around. "I mean it...Thanks for all the stuff you do around here." I gave him a tight lipped smile and nod of the head before walking out and heading to my room to go to sleep.
~.~
It played like a movie behind my lids, me standing at the island in a kitchen that was not familiar to me. I was cutting some peppers while the skillet on the stove behind me sizzled with something cooking. I swayed my hips to the music that was softly coming from the radio. I added the cut peppers to a pan as I heard the back door open.
"Hey, how's the car?" I asked without turning around.
"The oil change is done," Dean's voice said as he walked over to the sink to wash his grease covered hands. "The boys helped me rotate your tires too."
"Child labor, nice!" I joked. "I love that you are teaching them how to work on a car." I smiled over at Dean.
"Considering their parents are car enthusiasts, they are obligated to know shit," Dean shrugged, leaning against the counter before walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist as I stirred the contents of the pan.
"What are you doing?" I breathed as he ran his nose along the column of my neck.
"Enjoying myself," he smirked before placing a kiss at the crook of my neck. "I love it when you wear these little sundresses," he growled, reaching down and bunching up the front of my dress in one hand.
"Dean, the boys," I warned him.
"They are giving Diane a bath," Dean said as he cupped my lace covered mound.
"Dean, you're going to make me burn dinner," I chuckled as he nipped at my earlobe.
"I'm sure there will be no complaints about pizza," he groaned. "Turn off the stove," his deep voice in my ear sent chills down my spine.
I was just about to do as he asked when we both heard the front screen door open and Dean dropped his hand from the apex of my thighs. I smiled at the sound of little feet running over the wood floors of our living room. "Dad, we're done."
"Did you polish the wheels?" Dean asked the sandy haired boy that stood in the doorway.
"Bobby is, right now," he answered.
"All by himself? Charlie, get your butt out there and help your brother," Dean's voice was authoritative, but still had the warmth of love as he spoke to his son.
"Fine," Charlie whined before turning around and running back outside to help his brother.
"Now where were we?" Dean said, turning around to face me.
"You were just going to set the table," I grinned.
"But," Dean tried to argue.
"Sam and our niece will be here soon," I said as I added the chicken to the peppers. "Eileen is working tonight, so it's just Sammy and Sarah."
"The boys will be excited to see their cousin," Dean said as he placed the plates on the table.
"Yeah, I think they look at her like a little sister," I mused as I finished getting all of the fixings out for chicken fajitas and placing them on the table.
"What if we tried for one?" Dean asked as he wrapped me up in his arms as the Band of Horses' Acoustic version of 'No One's Gonna Love You' started on the radio.
"What?" I asked as we began to sway back and forth to the music, right there in the dining room.
"A little sister for the boys," Dean said as he rested his chin on the top of my head.
"Are you serious?" I stopped moving, looking up at him in shock.
"Very," he smiled.
"Okay," I grinned up at him. "We can start trying tonight," I wiggled my eyebrows at him, making him laugh loudly.
"God, I love you Mrs. Winchester," Dean smiled, his eyes sparkling with love and joy.
I woke up with a start and sat in my bed for a few minutes, trying to see if the dream would continue for Dean or if I had been the one to imagine it. As pleasant as the dream had been, it was extremely intimate, just not in the sexual way the one before had been.
Radio silence.
I felt the rush of panic hit me as I realized I must have dreamt it.I was doing a shit job at keeping my cool during this whole thing. I needed to take a deep breath, get some coffee, and find something else to do to get my mind off of that dream. It had felt so real and so good, but admitting that only made the internal battle of the feelings Dean made me feel, worse.
I walked out of my bedroom, heading for the kitchen to make some coffee, only to find Dean was doing the same. Neither of us said a word as we walked around the space without making eye contact. Dean got his cup of coffee and walked out quickly, leaving me there alone, confirming he had experienced the dream as well. Awkward.
~.~
"Jaqueline! Dean!" I heard Rowena's voice call out before hearing the door to the bunker shut. I grabbed my cup of coffee from the kitchen table where I was reading over the news after taking my morning shower. I rounded the corner seeing not only Rowena and Sam were back, but Cas and Jack were back as well.
"Where's Dean?" Sam asked.
"I'm not sure. I'll go find him," I answered.
"Good. Tell him we have the cure," Rowena said as she sat a bowl on the end of the map table in the room. "Here is a list of the things I need," she said as she handed a list to Sam.
I walked back down the hall, headed to Dean's room, but heard the shower running instead. The cure is here, I said in my head so Dean could get the message. I listened as the water was turned off and knew he had heard me so I headed back to the room Rowena was setting up in.
"This witch was very creative, I'll give her that," I heard Rowena say down the hall. "Not to mention, how informative this little spell is."
"What do you mean?" Castiel asked the witch.
"Well, it seems this witch had found a way to only link those that had already had a cosmic connection," Rowena informed Cas. I waited around the corner, eavesdropping, afraid she wouldn't share the information once I had entered the room.
"Cosmic connection?" Jack said, sounding confused.
"I'm sure Castiel already knows," Rowena paused, "But it seems as though this spell only links soulmates."
My hand flew up, covering my mouth. "You ready to end this?" Dean asked as he walked down the hall, spotting me at the end of the hallway. "You okay?" he asked, placing a tender hand on my shoulder as if for support. "Jackie?" Dean bent over to look me in my eye, worry covering his face. "They're gonna fix this right?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "Let's go." I couldn't tell him what exactly I had heard. It would do one of two things, scare him or encourage him, and I needed neither of those things to happen.