"Hey Moose, can we talk?" I asked as I stood in the doorway of his bedroom.
"Sure, what's up?" he replied without looking up at me. He was currently packing his things in a bag since he had found a case for us in Kentucky.
"So I already talked to Rowena, Cas, and Jack, but I just wanted to touch base with you about the whole spell thing," I muttered out as I walked into his room and closed the door.
"What about it?"
"Well, I'm sure Rowena talked to you about the intricacies of the spell and I just," I paused, uneasy of asking him to keep a secret from his brother.
"You just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to mention the whole soulmate thing to Dean?" He stood up straight, turning around to face me.
"Um, yeah...I...I know you don't like to keep things from him," I sighed, "But I just really don't want this to affect our dynamic."
"It's fine. I know it's not my place to say anything," Sam gave me a quick grin that showed he was just as uneasy about it all as I was. "What did the rest of them say?"
"Well, Rowena said the same thing you did. Jack promised he wouldn't say anything. And Cas, well...he knew already. Apparently, angel radio blew up with the news that I had moved in here with you guys. I don't know why it's important who I end up with to the Angels, but whatever.
Sam smirked a bit, "It was a big deal on getting our Mom and Dad together. The Angels made sure of it."
"Well, they'd have better luck betting on horses than putting all their efforts in getting Dean and I together," I scoffed. "Anyways, Thanks Sam."
I had turned to open the door and go grab my bag when I heard him take a deep breath and then ask, "Why?"
"Why, what?"
"Why do you want to keep this from him?"
"I just don't think it's something he needs to know. I shouldn't even know, but I overheard it. And now I feel weird when I'm around him, like I'm walking on egg-shells. I don't want him having to feel the same thing. It'd just be an uncomfortable situation and I'd have to end up leaving...and I don't wanna leave," the last part came out in almost a whisper as the realization that it would break me if I did actually have to leave. I hadn't had a family in so long and somehow I had been adopted into this one and I wasn't willing to give that up for anything.
"Okay," Sam sighed.
I walked out of Sam's room and out into the hallway and damn near ran into Dean. "Oh shit!" I squeaked, backing up and slamming into the wall in order to keep from colliding with him. "Sorry," I mumbled out, keeping my eyes down and speed walking off to my room to grab my bag.
"What the hell is her problem?" I heard Dean ask Sam. "I mean, she can't hear my thoughts anymore, right?"
"No, Dean. Your gutter is an occupant of one again." Sam said and I could practically hear his eyes rolling, making me let out a little giggle.
~.~
I had spent the past few weeks avoiding Dean at all costs, opting out of hunts here and there. I had actually had a chance to meet the Winchester Mother, Mary. I had met her once on a hunt months ago, but had never had the chance to actually spend time with her. So it had been a pleasant surprise when she showed up unannounced at the bunker to pick up some supplies. We bonded over stories of hunts, family, and love, but by the time she was packing up to leave she had told me I was like the daughter she never had, giving me a hug and her phone number. The time alone in the bunker during the boys' hunts were nice, but I had missed hunting with the boys and worried about them a lot throughout their time away. Sam had finally talked me into going on a hunt with them when Castiel and Jack had taken off, following a lead on a rogue angel. Sam had insisted that Dean knew nothing and that they could use the extra help on the case they had found in a neighboring town.
Concordia was a small town about an hour away from the bunker. Crime never seemed to find this little town, besides the minor sticky-finger situations at the small corner store. So when a hand full of people went missing, back to back, it gained quite a bit of attention. First was a newlywed couple who were new to the community. Then a pair of sweethearts from the local high school. But most recently a 10 year-old girl had gone missing. Dean insisted it was probably a case for the local authorities, but when Sam mentioned that bodies drained of blood were found in vehicles on the side of the road, Dean changed his mind.
"You ready to go?" Sam asked as he poked his head into my room.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"You'll be fine," Sam said, taking a step into my room.
I shrugged my shoulders before grabbing my dufflebag of supplies and following Sam out to the garage. Dean was leaning against the back fender of Baby, the trunk open for my bag, as he looked at something on his phone. "About damn time," he said as he stuffed his phone in his pocket and took my bag from my hand. I didn't reply to him, just giving him a nod of my head before climbing into the back seat.
We had been on the road for about twenty minutes and Sam had his earbuds in, probably listening to his podcasts again. "You're being awfully quiet," Dean's voice caught me off guard and I looked up from my phone to catch his eyes in the rearview mirror. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," I replied, giving him a tight-lipped smile before going back to playing games on my phone.
"You don't seem fine," Dean probed.
"I'm fine," I repeated, annoyance evident in my tone.
"Okay, then," he mumbled under his breath. The rest of the drive had been nothing but rearview mirror glances and Dean singing along with the Led Zepplin tape he had put in.
We stopped at a small diner just outside of town, grabbing some breakfast and going over the last bit of details I had dug up on the drive there. After breakfast, Sam and I dropped Dean off at the morgue and headed to the police station to see if we could find any more information that hadn't been released from the public. "This definitely looks like the work of a vamp," Dean said as he replaced Sam in the driver's seat and Sam climbed into the back.
"Well, it seems all the victims have gone missing after going to this local bar," Sam informed Dean of our findings.
"Everyone but Cecilia, the 10-year-old," I added.
"Something seems off about that," Dean mused as he pulled into a parking lot of a shopping mall. "Why a kid all of a sudden after they've been getting all they need at the bar?"
"I have no idea. Maybe they are building an army? I mean it would explain the discarded bodies on the outskirts of town and the missing people," I thought aloud.
"Could be," Sam agreed, pausing a little before talking again, "Actually, think about it...The locals are going missing and the only ones drained of blood are people that aren't from here. There has to be a connection to the missing people."
"So if we connect the dots maybe we can figure out the source," I added.
"Exactly."
"Alright, so I'll head to the bar," Dean started.
"It's a little early for the bar don't you think?" I asked. Dean gave me a side-eye before looking back at his brother in the backseat. "I'm just saying, they aren't going to be there at this hour. We need to do some deep diving on these missing people."
"Fine," Dean grumbled and started up the Impala.
~.~
We ended up at a small park, all three of us looking up information on each of the missing people. The fall weather was cooling quickly, a sign that winter was approaching. I shivered, my leather jacket not giving me enough warmth in the shaded area of the picnic table we were sitting at. "Dean, will you switch spots with me?"
"What?" Dean asked, looking up at me.
"I'm cold and you've got the only spot in the sun."
"Here," he whispered, slipping his jacket off his shoulders and handing it over to me.
"Thanks," I smirked, grabbing the warm jacket from him and sliding it on over my own jacket. The smell of Dean engulfed me as I snuggled into the fabric. He smelled of leather with the spicy but refreshing scent of a bourbon-spiked coffee and the slightest bit of sweetness of vanilla. It was a delicious and heady aroma and I caught myself closing my eyes, getting lost in the break down of each individual smell that made up the musk of Dean. I opened my eyes, realizing I wasn't even close to doing what we had sat down here to do, too lost in the warmth and scent of Dean wrapped around me. I glanced up at Dean, catching his eyes and realizing he was watching me. He gave me that coy little smirk that made his emerald eyes sparkle just a little more in the sunlight before looking back at his phone. He either knew exactly what I was doing or he was enjoying the view of seeing something of his on me. I looked down at my phone, pulling my focus together to find anything we could that would possibly explain what the hell was going on.
"The only thing I have is on one of the newlyweds, Jake and Frankie Seldona. Frankie's sister Jocelyn went missing about five years ago in a town not too far from here," Sam spoke up.
"Hmm," Dean hummed, scrolling on his phone. "Kind of weird."
"What?" Sam asked.
"Well the girl of the high school couple, Laura Neilly, had her mother go missing ten years ago," Dean shared the information, pausing for a moment and then looking up at his brother. "Kinda weird that both couples had other family members go missing...I mean, what are the odds of more than one person in a family going missing at different times."
"You guys may be onto something there, but that doesn't explain Cecilia. The only thing that's happened to her family was that her twin sister drowned and they never found the body. I guess their family had rented a cabin on a lake and she wandered off in the middle of the night. They found her slippers floating in the water, but her sister was gone," I shrugged, setting the phone down on the table and looking between the brothers.
"I still say we need to stake out this bar. They are obviously targeting there," Dean shrugged.
"I won't argue with you there. We do need to check it out tonight and see if we can spot them before they target another couple," I agreed. "But I think we'd be better off baiting them."
"That'd definitely reduce the chances of collateral damage," Sam spoke up.
"Good, you and I can pair up and Dean can keep watch," I suggested.
"That won't work," Sam shook his head.
"What?" Dean and I said at the same time.
"Look, we have sibling chemistry and vamps can be pretty intuitive. If we go in there trying to pass off as being a loving couple, we will fail miserably."
"Are you suggesting.." Dean trailed off.
"You and Dean play house and I'll lurk in the background," Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"Hell. No." I nearly growled.
"Ouch," Dean said in offense.
"Look, I'm sure Dean can pick up some rando perfectly fine."
"True," Dean mumbled.
"But we don't want to put any more innocent lives at stake," Sam said, turning to look at me. "Come on, Jackie."
"It won't kill you to have to act like you're actually interested in me for a few hours," Dean rolled his eyes.
"Fine," I huffed out. "But no funny business!"
"I can't exactly fuck you in the middle of the bar, Jackie," Dean retorted, one eyebrow raising as he looked at me.
"I wouldn't put it past you," I said smugly, sticking my tongue out at him.
"I'll have you know, I have respect for my ladies and sex in a crowded room isn't really in my repertoire," Dean replied. "Unless, that's what you're into."
"Shut up."
"Okay, you two. Can you play nice long enough to pull this off?" Sam asked as he stuffed his phone in his pocket and stood up from the bench seat.
"I'm well trained in how to fake it," I smirked before looking away from Dean and looked at Sam. "As long as Dean can keep it in his pants and his flirty little lines and hands away from other females, we will be just fine."
"Challenge accepted," Dean smirked, before walking away and back to the Impala.
~.~
After a quick trip to a shopping mall close by so I could get an attention-getting outfit, we stopped by a diner to eat dinner. After we had finished eating and paid for our meals the boys walked out to the car and I changed in the bathroom. Dean had made a comment over the big bag I had from buying the outfit, but the associate that had helped me pick clothes at the little store hadn't given me much material in the outfit, the excessively large bag was mainly for the knee high boots I had purchased to conceal my machete. I walked out of the diner in the backless, spaghetti strapped black top that was tucked into the deep red A-line mini-skirt and my leather jacket. "Gonna be a little hard to carry a weapon in that outfit," Dean chided and I gave him the middle finger before walking past him to the open trunk. I made a show of grabbing my machete and tucking it down into my boot between the boot and the sock I had bought to protect my skin from the sharp blade. "Okay, so that's definitely the hottest part of that outfit," Dean said as he took off his plaid shirt and grabbed a red dress shirt out of a bag in the trunk. "I figured if we were going in there as a couple, I need to pull off the date night look," he smirked as he slid the fabric, that nearly matched my skirt, around his body. He cuffed the sleeves up to his elbows and pulled a pair of dark wash jeans from the bag.
"Did you go shopping?" I asked and Sam let out a chuckle.
"I didn't have anything better to do while I was waiting for your ass to finish shopping," he shrugged, walking around to climb into the front seat of Baby.
"I didn't take that long," I grumbled.
"You kinda did," Sam snorted.
"Fuck off."
"I wasn't complaining," Sam said before climbing into the passenger seat.
"Whatever," I growled, pulling my makeup from my bag and closing the trunk. Dean had changed his jeans in the front seat and he threw his other jeans into the backseat as I climbed into it.
~.~
Dean and I sat in the Impala for a while, letting Sam walk into the bar before we walked in. Dean had given Sam the keys to Baby so he could follow us once we let the vamps capture us. We knew once they had gotten us they would take us back to their nest where they would decide either to drink us dry or turn us and Sam could follow us there. "Soooo..." Dean trailed off as I finished touching up my makeup.
"What?"
"Should we discuss what you're comfortable with?"
"Comfortable with?"
"I mean I'm down for anything, but my Spidey senses are telling me you've got some rules you'll want to lay down," he said as he turned in his seat to look at me as I applied my red lipstick.
"No kissing."
"On the lips," Dean added.
"Anywhere," I said, cutting my eyes over at him.
"There has to be some kind of PDA or they're going to think we aren't a couple at all."
"Fine, not on the lips." I reluctantly answered. "No groping."
"How about no touching the private bits?" Dean suggested.
"No groping," I repeated.
"I'm going to have to touch you, Jackie."
"Fine," I rolled my eyes.
"Alright, It's show time," Dean said before climbing out of the car. He waited in front of the car for me and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers as we walked through the parking lot. I looked down at our joined hands before looking up at him. "What?" he asked, pausing for a moment.
"I just didn't take you for a hand holder."
"There's a lot you don't know about me," he smirked and began walking again. Our hands stayed wrapped in one another as we walked through the open door of the bar. The place was much more upscale than the normal hole-in-the-wall bars we frequented throughout the country. The lights were dimmed to a romantic setting, the booth seats were plush, and the barstools were velvet. Dean released my hand as I climbed onto one of the barstools and I took the time to scope out the bar as he ordered us some drinks. I spotted Sam sitting at the other end of the bar, a woman chatting his ear off. "Relax," Dean whispered into my ear as he reached forward to grab his drink. He was standing somewhat behind me, the stools on either side of me being occupied at the moment.
"I am," I replied, grabbing my drink off the bar.
"You are too stiff," Dean said, his lips still hovering over my ear as he leaned on the back of my chair. "Just act like this is a normal date. It's all pretend after all, right?"
I turned my head, my blue eyes meeting his green ones, "Right." Just then my phone vibrated in my jacket pocket and I pulled it out seeing a text from Sam.
'Forget about the specifics of that spell. I can tell you are holding back. They'll notice it too. Relax and just enjoy yourself. Dean knows this is just a job. - Moose'
"What was that?" Dean asked as he looked over my shoulder and I exited the screen quickly.
"Sam agrees with you, I'm too stiff," I replied as I stuffed my phone back into my pocket.
"Let's start by taking off this armor," Dean said, stepping behind my seat more and grabbing the lapels of my jacket. I let him slide the material off of my shoulders, pulling my arms from the sleeves, and he placed the jacket on the back of my chair. His hand rubbed over my bare arm and he pushed my hair all over to the opposite shoulder using his other hand. "Are you not wearing a bra right now?" he hummed in my ear as his hand ghosted over my exposed back.
My breathing faltered, my arms covered with goosebumps, and I felt my whole body relax. "Does it look like I'm wearing one?" I replied.
"Are you trying to kill me?" he grunted,
"Just the..." I started, intending to say vamps, but my words were cut short when Dean leaned down, his lips grazing against the side of my neck, behind my ear. "Dean," I breathlessly protested.
"Just pretend," he whispered softly into my ear before he placed a kiss on my shoulder and grabbed his drink back off of the bar. He took a swig of his beer as I stared at him bewildered. Sam had said that Dean knew this was a job and Dean's 'Just pretend' had reinforced that statement, but if Dean was this damn good at acting, I didn't know if I stood a chance not falling for him if he decided to turn the charm on forreal.
He sat his empty beer bottle on the bar, stepping away from me and holding out his hand to me as Eric Clapton's 'Wonderful Tonight' began to come through the speakers of the bar. "What?" I asked as I sat my finished drink down on the bar next to his and turned my chair to face him.
He gave me a coy smile, wiggling his fingers in the 'come on' gesture before nodding his head toward the dance floor behind him. "Come on, don't leave me hanging like this," he said, keeping his hand extended to me and attempting to give me Sammy's signature puppy eyes.
"Okay, okay," I chuckled, taking his hand in mine and letting him lead me out to the dance floor. Without a word, he pulled me in front of him, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting them on my lower back, just grazing the top of my ass. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath to calm my nerves, as I reached up to wrap my hands around the back of his neck. Dean flattened his hands against my back, applying a little pressure and pulling my body flush against his. His lips rested at my temple as we swayed to the music and he softly sang along with the music. He had one hand pressed against my bare back, his thumb rubbing back and forth against my skin, instantly making me relax into his body.
"They're here," Dean whispered and I glanced up to him as he looked past me. "It's Laura's mom and Frankie's sister." I watched as his eyes shifted towards the end of the bar and gave the slightest of nods as if to notify his brother that he had spotted them as well. "I'm going to kiss you," Dean whispered, "They're eyeing everyone on the dance floor. So now's our chance."
"What? We said no lips," I whispered a growl at him.
"Calm down," he smirked. He timed it perfectly as the song began to close, his back to the two women, he cupped my jaw and I had to force myself to stay relaxed when all I wanted to do was brace myself for the impact. I knew this was a horrible idea. I knew he'd break the rules. And I was internally cursing myself for getting comfortable for one minute. This was going to be disastrous to our friendship. This kiss was going to be the start of something the cosmos had been working toward and once it happened, there would be no way of coming back from it. His hand slid up my jaw and into my hairline as he began to lean forward, his breath fanning over my face and I just closed my eyes. His lips were soft as they pressed against my cheek, right next to my mouth and I released the breath I had been holding with a sigh of relief. "No lips," he whispered as he pulled away, giving me that lopsided grin as his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Trust me now?" his hand that had been in my hair was now on the side of my neck, his thumb brushing back and forth over my jaw. I nodded, feeling a little foolish that I hadn't trusted him in the first place. In all honesty, Dean had never given me a reason not to trust him, but trusting people wasn't exactly the easiest thing for me to do. "Good, now relax, and let's have some fun," he smiled as he stepped back a little. "Come on, let's get us another drink." He grabbed my hand, leading me back to our spot at the bar and placing an order for two beers.
"Wanna play pool?" I asked as he handed some cash to the bartender. "I mean, you'll have to teach me how to play, but that could be fun." I shrugged, knowing exactly what I was doing. I didn't need to be taught shit when it came to playing pool and I had an idea Dean was probably a worthy opponent. But the idea of playing dumb for the show of flirting had its perks and I intended of taking advantage of that.
"Are you fucking with me?" Dean looked over at me, narrowing his eyes like he was trying to determine if I was lying. "Okay, I'll teach you how to play."
"Yay," I chirped excitedly as I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him across the bar to the empty pool table that was next to the dance floor.
Knowing Dean was adamant about this being a job, helped me to find it in myself to let my walls down and openly flirt with him as we started playing pool. Being able to flirt with him would be so much fun. And the fact that none of it would be taken seriously made it so much better. "I'll rack 'em and show you how to break," Dean said as he pushed the money into the slot. and the balls released with a wave of noise.
"Oh, I get to bust your balls?" I winked.
"You do that on the regular," he smirked, squatting down to retrieve the balls and place them in the small wooden triangle.
"I'm not that mean," I shrugged.
"Oh, is that right?" Dean chuckled as he stood up and grabbed a pool stick.
"I mean," I paused, "Okay, I guess you're right," I laughed.
"Alright, come here," Dean shook his head, holding his arm out to me. "The white ball is the cue ball, that's the only one you're going to hit with the stick." He paused, grabbing a blue chalk cube off the side of the table. "This is chalk, you want to make sure the tip of your stick is always chalked." I let out a snort that caught his attention. "What?"
"The tip," I giggled.
"Are you drunk?"
"Nope!" I cheesed.
"Okay, can you manage to keep your head out of the gutter long enough to learn?"
"But if my head didn't live in the gutter, it'd be homeless," I pouted.
"You're going to make this hard aren't you?"
"Hopefully, that won't be the only thing," I smirked, biting my bottom lip a little giving him a devious smile.
"You do realize they can't hear us over the music right?" he asked, his eyebrows rising.
"I know, I just like to watch your cheeks get rosy," I grinned.
"You're..." he trailed off.
"I'm what?"
"A tease," he said, narrowing his eyes at me playfully.
I shrugged, walking up to him and putting my hand around the pool stick in his hand and giving it a few strokes, "Teach me your ways, oh wise one."
Dean let out a groan, rolling his eyes and lulling his head back and looking at the ceiling for a moment before looking back at me. He showed me how to aim the stick and I purposefully held the pool stick wrong, making him stand behind me and correct my stance. "You want to hold this end of the stick like this," he said as he moved my index finger over the stick so it was resting on my middle finger. "And this end, right about here," he instructed, standing up behind me and moving my grip on the end of the stick to its right position. "Now you'll want to bend over," he said as he grabbed my hips and pulled them back so I was bent over more. "The trick is to get down as low to the pool stick as possible. The better angle you have with your sight, the better aim you'll get," he said, leaning down next to me. "Kinda like aiming a gun," he hummed. I pulled the stick back before shoving it forward and just barely hitting the ball, scratching it. "Okay," he chuckled lightly, "Let's try this." He wrapped his hands around both of mine on the stick, his body curving behind me. I took a deep breath at the contact, having him so close to every part of me, enveloped in his smell and warmth. "Focus," his deep voice rang seductively in my ear. He pulled the stick back, driving it forward with force into the cue ball. The balls flew around the green surface, a solid dropping into the corner pocket. "Looks like I'm stripes," he said as he stood up behind me and grabbed another pool stick. "Look over the table...Do you see any solid balls available to hit with the cue?" I looked over the table, trying my best to look puzzled, but clearly seeing three different options.
"Ummm, the three ball?" I asked, looking up at Dean for direction.
"Well, you can hit that, it's closest, but that's surrounded by stripes and won't be able to get to a pocket past them," Dean informed me as he walked around the pool table and back behind me. He leaned his pool stick against a table behind us and placed his hand on my lower back as he pointed to the different options there were and explained which one would be best. After purposely missing, Dean sunk a few striped balls, instructing me as to why he was making each shot. I sipped on my beer, listening to the music in the background and watching him intently, nodding my head occasionally like I was listening. He missed the third shot and I made my way back to the table, missing once again.
I shrugged my shoulders and walked past him, swatting him on the ass, "Tag, you're it!"
Dean grabbed my wrist, pulling me back to him, his lips at my ear, "I thought we said no private parts."
"We said no groping," I replied back in his ear, purposely letting my lips brush against it.
"So spankings are acceptable...noted." I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Don't even think about it," I said, pulling back and shaking my head at him with a smirk. Dean sunk four balls this round as I lost myself singing along to Lizzo's 'Juice' and dancing as I finished my beer.
"You going to attempt to play pool or are you trying out for The Voice?" Dean shouted from the other side of the pool table. I stopped singing, focusing on the ball I was going to sink, and I did indeed sink it. "Good job, babe!" he shouted as I jumped up and down, making a show to catch the predator's eyes. Dean rounded the corner, sweeping me up in his arms in a big hug and swinging me around. He planted me back on my feet, kissing my cheek like earlier, "Now do it again."
"Oh, I've got this," I rolled my eyes at him as I turned around and set up to miss my shot. "Okay, maybe I don't," I said after missing the corner pocket by an inch.
"You were close though," he smiled, patting me on the ass as he walked by and wiggling his eyebrows just slightly. The smirk on his face said that was a devious act of revenge and I couldn't help but let out a chuckle as I sat down and watched Dean finish clearing the balls off of the table.
"Wanna play again?"
"Why not...you could use the practice," Dean shrugged. "I'll rack and you break again?"
"Sure, but how about we raise the stakes?" I smirked.
"I'd be taking advantage of the situation, of you, if I let you bet on a game."
"You know you'd love to take advantage of me," I winked and Dean let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head. "Come on, what have you got to lose?" I tried to bait him, but he just cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at me. "I'll even sweeten the deal," I paused, "You win and all the rules are gone."
"All the rules?"
"Every last one," I agreed.
"And what happens if you win?"
"You let me drive Baby home," I smiled widely.
"You know that's a hard limit," he said as he walked up to me after setting the balls up to start the game.
"And you know those rules are my hard limits."
"Fine," he shook his head, running a hand over his face.
"Deal?" I stuck my hand out to shake on it.
"Deal."
"My break?" I asked as 'God is a Woman' by Ariana Grande came through the speakers of the bar. The dance floor filled as the women in the bar ran to it. Dean's eyes strayed to the dance floor, looking at all of the provocative moving bodies. "Dean," I said his name and catching his attention as I bent down to break the racked balls. "No wandering eyes," I looked at him with a smirk before taking aim and sending the cue ball flying. Dean looked and then looked again as he took in the amazing shot. Three sunk balls, one solid, two stripes. "I'll take stripes this time," I grinned, sauntering over to him. I bent over right in front of him, my ass bumping into his hip as I positioned myself for my shot. "Ten in the side pocket," I called my next move before sinking it. "Fourteen in the corner," I called. The ball had went into its intended pocket and I looked over to Dean who had a look of disbelief on his face.
"You played me," he accused.
"Well, what do we have here? Did the student become the teacher?"
"You better hope you don't miss a single shot," Dean said, tensing his jaw before continuing, "Because if I get on that table, I'm not going to be as nice as I was the first game."
"Is that a threat, Mr. Winchester?" I asked as I bent down to take my next shot.
"That's a promise," he replied as I sunk another ball.
"Eleven in the corner," I called out, but missed. "Shit!"
"Strap in sweetheart," Dean smirked as he chaulked his pool stick. "Rules are going to be broken tonight."
I watched as he took aim and sunk the first ball. Deciding distractions were perfectly fair, I waited as he lined up for his next shot, the ball a straight shot into the pocket I was standing behind. I swayed my hips to the music and began singing along with Ariana as she sang about making her lover believe that God was a woman by the time she was done with him. I rubbed my hand along my neck and down between my breasts as I sang through the last chorus of the song.
"Shit!" I heard Dean curse under his breath as the ball bounced off of the wall just to the left of the intended pocket.
"I can't wait to drive Baby," I smiled as I looked over the balls on the table.
"You aren't playing fair," Dean growled in my ear as he placed his hand on my stomach and pulled my back to his front.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I chuckled. "I'm just trying to play my part as the sexy girlfriend," I said innocently.
"Oh, is that right?" he asked as he pushed all of my hair over to the opposite shoulder. "Just don't forget, two can play at this dirty little game," he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against the crest of my ear. "What kind of boyfriend would I be, letting my girlfriend tease me and not return the favor?" His lips traveled down my exposed neck, making my breath catch in my throat, before placing a soft kiss in the crook of my neck where it met my shoulder. "Your turn," he smirked against my skin.
"Enjoy the show," I replied, bumping my ass into him before stepping away. I took a few moments, focusing on calming my raging hormones as I looked over the options on the table. I took the first shot, sinking the number fifteen and then sunk the eleven right after. All that was left was the number thirteen and the final eight ball. I sunk the last striped ball, rounding the table and bending over to aim for my final shot. I looked up at Dean, ready to tell him I was going to sink the eight ball into the side pocket. What I was not ready for, was him pulling his beer bottle from his lips, the soft plush skin wet with his drink. He licked his lips and my mouth flooded with saliva. I was on the verge of drooling as my eyes left his lips and connected with his eyes. He quirked an eyebrow at me, his lips curling up into that sexy little crooked smirk that made my stomach flip.
"You going to call it or stand there just staring?" Dean's eyes shined with amusement, those little crinkles at the corners of his eyes appearing as his grin grew larger.
"Eight ball, side pocket," I happened to mutter out before making the shot and missing it completely. "Fuck!" I growled out, which caught the attention of half of the bar.
"Calm down, Sam Jackson," Dean said, swatting me on the ass as he walked by. "Now let the professional finish this."
Dean had sank all of the remaining solids, his last obstacle being the eight ball. I watched as he lined up for the shot before bending down and adjusting my boot. I watched him in my periphery as his eyes latched on to the skin of my thigh that had been exposed when I bent over. His eyes scanned down my legs to where I was adjusting my boot. His eyes locked onto my hand as I ghosted it up my leg as I began to stand back up. I had just reached the hem of my skirt when I stopped my traveling hand. He looked up at me, his mouth open the slightest, his tongue coating his lips before he looked back down at the ball and made a shot. "No...no...no...NO!" he chanted as the cue ball inched closer and closer to the corner pocket after missing the black ball. He let out an audible sigh of relief when the ball stopped just shy of the pocket.
His eyes were locked onto mine as he walked around the pool table and over to where I stood. "Thirsty?" I smirked, playing with the hem of my skirt as he approached me. His line of sight shot down to the movement and then back up at me, the green of his eyes darkening just the slightest as his jaw ticked.
"Parched," he answered, keeping his eyes on mine as he reached past me and grabbed his beer bottle. He guzzled down the liquid before putting it back on the table behind me, "You going to play or just tease?" he whispered in my ear.
"Maybe both," I murmured in his ear. I gave him a quick smirk before I moved to stand in front of him, bending over and bumping my ass right into his groin as I lined up for my shot. I heard him groaned as his hands grazed my hips before he took a step back. "Corner pocket," I called out, looking at him over my shoulder. I gave him a wink before focusing on my shot and making the black ball into the corner pocket I had called. "I won!" I shouted, dropping the pool stick on the green felt of the table and turning around jumping up and down. I jumped onto Dean, catching him off guard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and he grabbed at the back of my thighs to keep me from falling. "I won!" I smiled widely.
"Yes you did," he said, smiling as he took a few steps forward, setting me on the edge of the pool table. I dropped my hands to the table behind me and released my legs from his waist. "You got lucky," he spoke, leaning over and placing a hand on the pool table next to my hips.
"If you think that was just luck, I'll play you again just to prove the point," I retorted, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge him.
"As tempting as that is, we've got work to do."
"You think I've forgotten?" I asked, pushing myself up to sit up straight, or faces now barely touching. "I've got a memory like an elephant." I advised, running a finger over his jaw and loving the feeling of the stubble. "But just because this is a job, doesn't mean those bets weren't real," I smiled before letting my lips brush against the corner of his mouth and up to his ear. "So don't you try backing out now." I sassed into his ear. Just then the song 'Sleeping with a Friend' by Neon Trees came on and I couldn't help the need to dance. "I love this song," I squeaked, hopping off of the pool table, my body sliding up against Dean's. "Come on!" I pulled on his arm as I made my way over to the dance floor only a few steps away.
"Oh, no," Dean said, pulling his arm from my grasp. "I don't dance."
"You danced with me earlier," I argued.
"Yeah, I can sway, but I'm not Patrick Swayse."
I shook my head, rolling my eyes at him and began dancing along with the song. I sang along with the lyrics of the first verse, swaying my body back and forth to the music as I looked at Dean like I was serenading him. As the chorus came on I began to jump up and down, singing loudly and swaying my hips back and forth. Dean was leaning against the end of the pool table in front of me, his arms crossed in front of him, his ankles crossed as if to showcase those bowlegs even more. He was grinning from ear to ear as he watched me let loose and dance along with the second verse. I crooked a finger at him, summoning him to dance with me as the chorus started again and he just laughed, shaking his head in resistance. Not willing to take no for an answer, I danced my way to him, grabbing both of his hands and attempting to pull him out on the dance floor. He shook his head before giving up the fight and letting me pull him out onto the dance floor. He stood there as I danced in front of him until I grabbed his hips and prompted him to sway his hips along with me. He grabbed my hands, interlacing our fingers and twirled me around, pulling me into him. My back was to his front, our arms wrapped around the front of me and our hips synced to sway at the same time. I looked up at him over my shoulder as he smiled down at me.
"I think we've definitely got their attention now," he said, his eyes flicking over to the two vamps that were standing off to the side of the dance floor. The song ended and a new slow one had begun when he turned me around in his arms and pulled me tightly against him. We started swaying along with the song, "We need to stay right here to make sure we are the ones they've got their sights set on."
"Okay," I agreed as I wrapped my hands around to the back of his neck. He locked eyes on mine as we swayed to the music and listened to the lyrics of the song. I ran my nails lightly over the back of his neck and up through the hair on the back of his head. "Let me in the wall, you've built around, And we can light a match and burn them down, And let me hold your hand and dance 'round and 'round the flames, In front of us, Dust to dust," I sang along with the lyrics of the chorus, recognizing it as The Civil Wars' 'Dust to Dust'. As the bridge began Dean's fingers flexed on my back, pulling me further into him and his eyes narrowed slightly as I sang along with the lyrics, as if they were speaking to him as well. If there had ever been a song written for us in all of time, this was it. They were singing of two lonely hearts that blocked themselves from ever loving or letting anyone love them. I knew that was me, and after everything I'd ever discovered about Dean, it seemed like this was him as well.
"Let's get out of here," Dean groaned, releasing me as the song ended.
"W-what?" I was puzzled, the whole point was for us to be here so the vamps could attack us.
"We're the targets, and they aren't going to attack in here," Dean mumbled as he grabbed my leather jacket and put it on me. "Come on," he instructed, putting his hand in mine and pulling me through the dance floor. He made his way to a back exit door, pushing it open and pulling me through it. "You trust me?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Just pretend I'm your beloved Captain America," he grumbled, grabbing me by the shoulders as he turned a corner and into a dark alley.
"What?" I asked again, but the breath was knocked from my lungs as he pushed me up against the brick wall. The image of that shared dream, the cuffs, the brick wall, the dungeon, and Dean, ran through my head as he pressed his body into mine. "Dean?"
"Just pretend, Jackie," he whispered in my ear before trailing his lips down my neck. He gripped behind my knee. lifting it up to his hip. I followed his lead, wrapping my leg around him and his hand slid up my leg, massaging the back of my thigh as his lips drifted against my exposed skin at the base of my neck and then up the other side of my neck.
His hips pushed forward into mine pushing my back harder against the wall. "Dean," I groaned, but it came out more breathy than I had intended.
"Just like that," he croaked as his lips came up to my ear.
"Oh God." The words had slipped out like a moan and I gripped at his biceps as he placed open-mouthed kisses along my neck. This was all becoming way too real as I felt my arousal flood my cloth covered core. I felt the jolt of pleasure as Dean pushed his hips into me again and his teeth nipped at my collarbone. The feelings I was experiencing weren't anything I had ever felt. The high my body felt was better than that of any post-orgasm I had ever had before. We weren't even doing the deed and I was already coiled tighter than a corkscrew. I was feeling every ounce of reservation I had slipping away and 'Fuck the rules' and "Fuck the pretending' were running through my mind. I fought to find something else to focus on, but there was nothing in this dark alley that could lend me any help. I slid one hand up over his shoulder, up the back of his neck and into his hair. I gripped the soft tufts of sandy blonde hair tight in my hand, jerking his head back. His eyes were dark and I was sure mine were a match to his, full of tension, lust, and want. I didn't know if this was going to be my breaking point, the point where I broke the rules myself, but I was yearning to taste his lips at this point. It was at this moment we heard the clicking sound of heels approaching. Neither of us moved from our position against the wall as we turned our heads to where the noise was coming from.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" a woman's voice came through the darkness.
"Lovers caught in the throes of passion," another voice spoke.
"Passion is a very lethal, but quality characteristic," the first woman said.
"One we look for," the other added.
"You would be a good addition for our group," the first woman said as she stepped out from the darkness, the other stepping up beside her, just a foot away from us.
"Well, unfortunately for you, I prefer my partners to be alive," Dean said smoothly, his hand shooting down into my boot and pulling the machete out. Within seconds the younger woman was beheaded and the other stood in shock for a few moments, giving me time to pull the knife covered with dead man's blood from Dean's waist. The older turned to make a run for it and I tossed the knife, hitting here right in the back. She kept moving but slowly as the blood seeped into her system.
"And unfortunately for you, we need you to locate the rest of your passionate group," I said as I pulled the blade from her back after catching up with her.
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After cuffing the vampire and injecting her with more dead man's blood we drove her vehicle to the nest, Sam trailing behind us. As we pulled up to the cabin, I instructed Sam to park further down the driveway so the other vamps wouldn't suspect anything. I stuffed my machete back down into my boot as we readied ourselves to infiltrate the nest. Dean picked up the machete he had grabbed from the trunk of Baby before the drive, and reached around to the backseat, beheading the monster that sat there. "We have to walk in like they turned us before bringing us back here," Dean said as he stuffed his machete into its holding place inside his jacket. "We go in holding hands and if they ask about the other two, they are getting dinner out of the trunk." I gave him a nod before we both climbed from the car. He waited for me in front of the car, holding out a hand to me and looking back to find Sam walking up to us. "You stay just outside the door. If you hear one of us call your name, it's go time." Sam nodded his head, sneaking up the staircase to stand out of sight next to the door.
Dean and I walked up to the door and his grip tightened in mine. I turned to look at him and he gave me a nod of his head before reaching for the knob of the door. He led us inside where we were met by Jack and Frankie.
"Who are you?" Frankie asked. Just as the words fell from her mouth, the high school sweethearts appeared behind her.
"We're new uh," I paused, looking around the room. "We're new additions."
"Additions?" Laura asked, stepping up beside Frankie.
"Uh, yeah. Jocelyn told us to come in and meet you all while she got some stuff from the trunk," Dean answered.
"Dinner," I added.
"Dinner, huh?" Jake mused, giving us both an unsure look.
"We don't bring dinner back to the house," Frankie said as she bared her fangs. "We prefer take-out," she growled as she lunged forward.
"Sam!" I shouted as I grabbed the machete from my boot just in time to cut off Frankie's head as she went to attack Dean who was having difficulties getting his machete out of his jacket.
Sam slammed the front door open just as Jake attacked me. Dean made an attempt to grab him off of me as he kept trying to bite at my neck, but Laura's boyfriend attacked him instead. Sam pushed Jake off of me before chasing Laura down the hallway. I swung trying to decapitate Jake, but missed, my machete lodging itself into the wood of the staircase. "Fuck!" I shouted as I fought to get it out.
"Jackie!" Dean shouted and I turned to see him pinned beneath young vamp, his machete on the floor just out of reach. I made my way over to his machete and had almost made it when Jake jumped onto my back. I grabbed the back of his head, bending over swiftly and tossing him off of my back and onto the floor. I kicked Dean's weapon to him before running for mine, which was still stuck in the wall.
"You're a dead bitch," Jake growled out as he stood back up slowly. "You killed my wife."
"I killed a monster and I intend on killing you too," I growled back.
"Not going to happen," he jumped at me and I twirled, kicking him in the side of the head and he landed against the wall my weapon was still in. I took the opportunity to push him into it. Shoving at his chest and forehead as the blade started to cut through the back of us neck. He let out a scream before I gave one last push to sever his head completely, the blood splattering all over me. I looked over to Dean, who had gotten the upper hand of his battle and was sitting on top of the vamp's body, his machete working to cut through the neck of the body below him. I pulled at the handle of machete roughly, putting my foot against the wall for leverage and breaking lose the weapon.
"I'm going to find Sam," Dean grunted as he stood up and made his way toward the hallway.
"I'm going to search the upstairs," I informed him before heading up the stairs. I opened all of the doors, finding all of the rooms empty until I reached the door at the end of the hallway. Cecilia was there, curled up in a corner of the room. She looked much younger and frail than the photo I had seen of her on the reports. "It's okay, I'm here to save you." I cooed as I approached the girl. "Did they hurt you?" She shook her head no as she reached out, grabbing my extended hand. She stood up looking at me without saying a word. "I'm not going to hurt you," I said as I bent to put the machete in my boot.
"We've got Cecilia!" I heard Sam shout from downstairs.
"She's up here," I yelled back, pausing my movements and keeping the machete in my hand instead of putting it away. The little girl's narrowed her eyes at my paused movement and I watched as she took a deep breath.
I stood up, taking a step back as Dean yelled out, "That's her dead sister!"
I was in shock as I looked at the little girl. How could someone do this to an innocent child. I had a wave of emotions hit me hard as I thought about how this was someone's little girl. The girl opened her mouth, baring her teeth at me and I couldn't move. I didn't see the blade until the searing pain hit my side and stomach. I gripped my stomach, dropping my machete to the floor as I fell to my knees in front of the tiny monster. She raised her blade high and I knew this was it. I was going to die because I couldn't kill a kid, monster or not. I sat there frozen, accepting the end, but was surprised when the little girl's hands fell along with her head before her body dropped to the floor in front of me. Dean stood there, looking at me as I looked up at him through tearful eyes. "Jackie?" he asked, worry laced through every letter of my name. He kicked at the little girl's body, moving it out of the way before kneeling down in front of me and pulling my blood soaked hands away from my stomach. "Oh my God," he breathed. "You...you're going to be okay...it's going to be okay," his voice wavered slightly as he hesitated through his words. "Just apply pressure, okay?" he instructed me, "I've got you." He got up to his feet, bending over and picking me up and rushing down the hall and stairs with me in his arms. "Call the cops, Sam. They'll have to get the girl, we have to go!" he shouted at his brother as he ran down the stairs.
"Jackie?" Sam asked as he looked at me in Dean's arms.
"Now, Sammy!" Dean growled before kicking the front door open. I heard Sam telling the little girl to stay put on the porch as he called the cops and ran after us down the driveway. Dean gently placed me in the backseat of Baby. "You're going to be okay," he said again, and I wasn't sure if he was trying to convince me or himself. "Sam, keep pressure applied," he instructed his brother as he climbed into the driver's seat. Sam climbed into the backseat, straddling my hips and pulling my hands from my stomach. I could feel the warmth flow over my stomach as he pulled his button-down shirt off and balled it up, placing it back onto my stomach and applying pressure.
The cab of the car was silent and I could feel the tension filling the air. "Hey, I was supposed to drive her home, I won fair and square," I coughed out, my chest starting to feel heavy.
"First off, there was nothing fair about the game you played. Secondly, I always follow through on my promises, so don't you worry that pretty little head of yours." Dean smiled over his shoulder for a quick moment before looking back at the road.
"I think the priority here is you keeping your life, not his promises," Sam interjected.
"Stop being a Debby Downer, Sammy," I groaned out as Dean hit a pothole, sending pain through my body.
I didn't know how long we had been driving or how much blood I had lost. I could feel myself weakening and panic was starting to seep into my mind. The look on Sam's face and panic on Dean's face every time he looked back at me, had me freaked out even more, but it pained me to see them so worried. "Dean, you've gotta drive faster," Sam said as he flipped the shirt on my stomach over and went back to applying pressure.
"I know, I'm going as fast as I can," Dean answered back.
"She's losing a lot of blood."
"I know," Dean's voice was almost a whisper and my mind went back to earlier in the night, the lightness and effortlessness of being with Dean. Granted being with Dean on the level of the alleyway could never happen again. We had toed that line way too closely and I valued him and his brother too much to fuck up the dynamic we had by fucking him. But it made me realize that even though I couldn't be with Dean, I could be myself with him, no guards needed because I could trust him not to cross that line. "We can't lose her," Dean mumbled out and I watched as he locked eyes with his brother in the rearview mirror. My heart broke right then, realizing that just as they had become important to me, I had become important to them.
"I'm not going anywhere, but if I do, you can bet your ass I'll be car hopping between Baby and Diane just to haunt you fuckers for letting me bleed out all over this beautiful interior," I joked, trying to lighten the heaviness of the moment.
"So it takes you to be on death's door to say nice things about Baby," Dean chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "I knew you liked her."
"Don't tell Diane," I whispered, which caused Sam to chuckle a little.
The Impala came to a complete stop and I could see the ceiling of the garage through the window. "Sam, get all the supplies, we'll meet you in the infirmary," Dean said as he climbed out of the car and opened the back door for Sam to climb out. "Come on, Sweetheart, we're going to get you all fixed up." Dean picked me up, carrying me through the bunker until we got to the infirmary. Sam was already there, washing his hands as Dean laid me down on the table in the middle of the room.
"I've got her," Sam said as he walked up to the side of the table. Dean gave Sam a nod before leaving the room. "It looks like the bleeding has slowed down a lot, but we have to clean this before I can stitch you up." I gave him a smile and nod of my head that I understood and he pulled at the blood soaked shirt, pulling it up and out of his way so he could inspect the wound. "Doesn't look like anything vital was hit, so that's good news," he weakly smiled up at me. "This is going to sting like a bitch," he warned me as he picked up a bottle of liquid and a clean cloth. As soon as the liquid hit the cut I let out a loud scream. My back arched off the table as a wave of severe pain hit me like a wall. As soon as I rested back against the table he began to pour more of the burning liquid onto me and I couldn't stop from trying to escape, rolling away from him and almost off the table. "Dean!" Sam shouted and Dean came running into the room. "You're going to have to hold her down. I can't clean it with her rolling around. And if she thinks this is bad," he said holding the bottle up, "She's going to hate me when I have to stitch her up."
"What?!" I nearly shouted. Dean walking around to the head of the table to hold down my shoulders down before Sam took the rag he had and began wiping away the dried blood on my skin.
"It's a deep cut, Jay," Sam said, picking up the bottle of rubbing alcohol.
"Fuck!" I screamed as he began pouring the liquid on me again. My whole body was thrumming with the pain from the wound and the cleansing and I couldn't stop squirming, my legs involuntarily shaking as I strained to stay still. As he wiped over the gash I couldn't stay still any longer, my hips coming up off the table as I tried to escape the pain he was inflicting on the already tender flesh. "I can't...I can't do this!" I groaned out as I kicked my legs in frustration.
"Dean," Sam calmly spoke his brother's name, glancing up at the eldest Winchester before looking back down at the cut. I felt Dean release my shoulders, disappearing from his spot above my head before feeling the table shift slightly.
"I've got you," Dean's voice spoke softly, almost as if trying to comfort me. "This is going to be uncomfortable, but Sammy has to get this done until Castiel's feathery ass gets back." Dean straddled me, his ass sitting right on my hips and his shins pushing down on the tops of my thighs to keep my legs from moving. I watched as he pulled the red button down off, showing the tight fitted, black t-shirt he had underneath. He leaned over me, his body staying away from my torso so that Sam had space to work and pushed at my shoulders to hold me down. "Grab my wrists," he instructed, "Squeeze out your pain if you need to...I can take it." I looked up at him, our eyes locking, his green irises the lightest, most pure, color I had ever seen. His eyes, I focused on them, realizing that they were the windows into his soul. A sad, insecure, and tortured soul. And right now, his eyes were telling me he was worried, for me. And that worry showed me that cared a lot for me, something I had come to realize in the drive back. As our eyes stayed on one another's I felt the first sharp pinch in my side and I keened, my body tensing from the pain and I gripped Dean's wrists, feeling my nails sinking into his skin.
"I'm sorry," I whispered through my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut.
"Hey, hey, hey," Dean's voice crooned until I finally opened my eyes as the pain lessened a bit. "Just keep your eyes on me," he coached. "You've got this...If anybody can handle this, you can...especially when you handle those period cramps so gracefully," he joked, giving me a wink. Only he could make a joke during a time like this and it come off charming.
I couldn't help but chuckle which caused a jolt of pain, "Ah, Son of a bitch!"
"Okay, no laughing...Uhhhh," he paused, "Just focus on me and breathe." Sam pushed the needle through again after my body relaxed causing tears to fill my eyes. I angled my head up, looking at the wall and away from Dean's intense stare while I tried to will the tears away, not wanting to show my vulnerablity. "Jackie?" Dean's voice was so soft it was almost a whisper. "Hey, Are you still with me?" I moved my head back, looking him in the eye and hating that he was about to see me cry. A tear dropped just as my eyes found his and his face softened even more as his lips tightened into a line. "Come on, don't cry," he said sadly, lifting one hand from my shoulder and using his thumb to wipe away the stray tear.
"Like crying is voluntary at this moment," I quipped back with a shaky breath.
"I know," he sighed, placing his hand back on my shoulder just as Sam started to sew more flesh together. The red hot feeling of lava spilling throughout every nerve of my body was excrutiating and I squeezed my eyes shut, taking in a rugged breath. I bit my bottom lip trying to keep it from quivering. fighting the urge to cry from the pain. I felt something press against my forehead and opened my eyes to find Dean had his forehead against mine. His face so close to mine as he looked down between our bodies to see the progress of Sam's stitches.
"I'm almost done," Sam said as he pushed the needle through one more time. Dean's eyes snapped to mine, his head moving just the slightest, making his nose brush against mine. I could feel Dean's breath fan over my lips and my mouth watered involuntarily at the thought of his lips being so close to mine.
"We're almost in the clear, sweetheart," Dean smiled. I couldn't see his smile from how close our faces were but I could see the smile reach his eyes as those little crinkles in the corner appeared. I was just about to smile back at him when another shot of pain ignited in my spine and raced up my spine. I gasped for air, but came up short and then everything went black.
~.~
My eyeslids felt like they were weighted and I could feel the puffiness that surrounded them. When I finally managed to peel my eyes open I was met with the bright lights of the infirmary. The pain was still felt in my side, pulsing like a heartbeat. "Here," Dean's voice rang out from my side. I looked over to see him holding out two pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other, but neither of those items was what had caught my attention. There in one arm was an needle attached to a small tube that was filled with red fluid.
"What," I paused, my throat feeling too dry and itchy to speak. "What happened?"
"You passed out before the last three stitches. Honestly, it was probably for the best," Dean shrugged after I took the medicine and water from him.
"What do you mean for the best?" I asked, handing the empty glass back to him.
"You were in a lot of pain and Sam wasn't finished."
"What the hell is this?" I motioned down to the needle sticking out of my arm, my eyes following the tube that was attached, leading me right to Dean.
My eyes snapped up to him and Dean just smirked, "I knew I'd end up in you somehow."
"Really, Dean?" I rolled my eyes.
"You lost a lot of blood," he answered, leaning back in the chair next to the bed. "Benefit of being an 'O', I'm basically a human blood bag."
"Hey, guys," Sam said as he walked into the room. "I think she's had enough." He walked over, pinching the tube and cutting off the transfer of blood before pulling the needle from my arm as gently as he could.
"There is no such thing as having enough of me," Dean joked, wiggling his eyebrows at me and giving me a smile. Sam and I both let out a snort as we looked at each other before rolling our eyes. "What?!" Dean nearly shouted, "I'm a prize."
"Trust me Dean, you aren't exactly a winning lottery ticket," Sam scoffed as he checked my side and made sure my bandages were okay.
"Speak for yourself, Sammy. I don't hear JD complaining," Dean retorted, looking over at me with a grin.
"I'm with Sam on this one. You are kind like having a hormonal teenager around," I shrugged. "I know that more than anyone," I chuckled, "I've been inside your head."
"This coming from the girl who drools over Captain America in all his spandex glory," Dean scoffed.
"Hey, that is America's Ass. You best show some damn respect," I defended, which earned a chuckle from Sam. A look of betrayal crossed Dean's face as he stared at Sam's back before flipping him off. "I'm tired," I yawned, feeling my eyes getting heavy as Sam finished up on my new bandages.
"That's probably the pain medication," Sam smiled. "Get some rest."
~.~
I hadn't remembered falling asleep or how long I had been asleep. I winced at the twinge of pain in my side as I floated in the air. I felt the warmth of another body close to me and two arms cradling me to their body as they carried me along. I hummed my appreciation of their tenderness and snuggled into the firm, warm chest. "I gotcha, sweetheart," Dean's deep voice was barely a whisper.
"Dean?" I breathed.
"I'm taking you to a real bed, Darlin'," his answered.
"Thank you," I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck and snuggling further against him.
"Get some rest," Dean spoke after laying me down on a soft bed and pulling the covers over me. "Goodnight, sweetheart." he whispered and he placed a soft, but long kiss on my forehead.