Skylar could feel Dean's gaze on her as he stared at her through the rearview mirror with softened eyes.
Silently, Skylar was still seething and she couldn't seem to come down from her anger. She chose to not speak at all. She was terrified of saying something that she might regret…something that might sound like she cared.
Several times throughout the day, she felt that Dean was about to say something, only to close his mouth and look over at Sam. It's like he didn't want to appear vulnerable in front of his brother. Heaven forbid he apologize and look weak.
He pulled into a motel; similar to every other place that they stayed in night after night.
Sam continued to sleep in the passenger seat while Dean went inside to get their room. Skylar chose to stay inside the Impala with her arms crossed. She was looking forward to a bath and sleep. All she could think about was escaping from this day. It had been the worst day on the road so far.
Dean came back to the Impala and jerked the door open on the passenger side, causing Sam to fall out.
"Dean?! What the hell are you going?"
The door slammed and she couldn't hear what they were talking about. She could see Dean hand his brother a key, causing Sam to point and shake his head in disapproval. After several more heated words exchanged, Sam grabbed a single bag from the trunk and took off towards their room.
She got out of the Impala, racing to catch up before Dean's sharp bite stopped her dead in her tracks. "Sky!"
She turned around, watching as Dean motioned for her to follow in the opposite direction. She looked between Dean and Sam, feeling the sudden urge to run for her life.
He can't be serious?
She followed slowly behind, not saying anything until she was sure of what was happening. When he opened the door to a room…a room that Sam had not entered…she stayed riveted in place.
"I'm not going in there," Skylar said wearily.
"Inside…now."
"No," she said in defiance. She hated to be told what to do.
"I don't have time for this," he said with indignation while dropping the bags where he stood. He lifted her over his shoulder, causing her kick and scream. This was the first time she had ever been manhandled in her life, and she had to admit that she didn't care for it despite being embarrassed to concede that Dean's flexing back was quiet impressive.
Soon, Skylar found herself bouncing on the bed as he flung her down. He held her hands above her head until she stopped fighting, and while she tried to release his hold on her, it was no use. Though she was getting better at hunting, she was still weak.
She realized that fighting his hold on her was futile and stopped struggling. She looked up at Dean with trepidation.
"You have been a little bitch all day, and I'm tired of it."
"I've been a bitch?" she said exasperated. "This whole thing started because of you!"
Dean let go of her wrists and sat up, running both hands through his short hair and over his face. He sighed.
"Sky," he began. "I don't want to fight. I have too much shit going on in my life. Adding a marital dispute to the mix is the last thing I need."
She knew he was referring to the angel's and their obsession with his destiny…to Alastaire's sudden appearance and his recent confession of his time in hell that he had endured for 40 years, not 4 months. For a moment she felt guilty for giving him a hard time, but he was the one who stayed out all night without so much as a phone call.
"You could have called," she said, speaking her last thought aloud.
"Dean looked at her sideways, trying to decipher what she was saying. "When? Last night?"
She nodded lightly, barely moving her head.
"What did you want me to say? That I was in the middle of fucking up?"
His voice broke, which made her wince. It was rare when she heard anything but anger or humor coming from his lips.
"How?" she asked, instantly regretting that decision.
Dean groaned as he rose, taking his shirt off and throwing it to the floor. Her mouth went dry at the sight. She hadn't been alone with him since the first night after their wedding; after he had gently bandaged her up when she was wounded.
Somehow without Sam present, the sight of her husband's bare chest held a whole new meaning.
She swallowed past the lump in her throat, anxiously waiting for his reply.
"I left with someone," he began, causing a ringing in her ears and lightheadedness that threatened to make her head explode. "And I know what you're thinking. No, I didn't sleep with her."
Skylar wasn't sure she heard him correctly.
"What?" she asked for affirmation.
"I didn't…sleep with her," he repeated slowly. "I almost did. Got to her place and everything."
"Why did you stop?"
"Why do you think?" he laughed exasperated. "Come on, Sky. You're sixteen…not stupid."
Skylar rose to her knees and leaned forward. "But you hate me?"
"I don't hate you, you're the one that hates me…I'm annoyed by you," he smiled. "There's a difference."
"I only hate you sometimes," she said quietly.
Dean undid the belt on his pants, chuckling at her response. He nodded.
"I guess that's a small improvement."
Skylar's eyes traveled to his expert fingers as they undid the clasp, both sides of this belt hanging down from his hips. It wasn't until he unbuttoned the top of his pants that she forced herself to glance away. Her entire body was flushed and shaking. She was on the verge of freaking out.
Had he no clue what he was going?
First, her husband tells her that he didn't cheat on her like she had thought and now he was teasing her with his body. By the look on his face, she could tell he was doing it on purpose. Maybe not at first, but now he was taunting her. He enjoyed the rise he was getting out of her, and she slightly hated…no, not hated…disliked him for it.
"So did anything happen?"
"She kissed me," he said honestly, his voice low, expecting her to freak out again. "But I pushed her off and left."
"Why didn't you come back to the room?"
"I was halfway home before I realized that not even I am even immune to a dozen shots," he laughed. "I guess I was more drunk than I thought; pulled over and slept it off."
Dean sauntered to her, a look of hunger and sadness in his eyes that she had never seen before. "I'm sorry I didn't call."
"Mmhmm," she croaked out, scared to speak in the moment.
"Are you okay?" Dean said earnestly as he tilted her chin upwards, rubbing a thumb along her bottom lip.
She nodded her head, but she wasn't sure she would ever be alright again. Her entire body was betraying her in that moment, and if he kept going, she wasn't exactly sure what would happen.
Dean grabbed her by the back of her neck and bent his head low. Skylar's breathing picked up the closer he got to her face. This was too much. How had she been given the most attractive man to ever grace the universe? It was too much to comprehend.
She pulled back when his lips were a mere centimeter away, but stayed close. Dean continued holding the back of her neck, pausing at her hesitancy.
"You might not like it," she spoke honestly, warning him before it was too late to turn back.
Dean smirked. "Trust me, you don't have to worry about that."
When his lips touched her own, her hesitancy was gone, returned by a need that she never knew existed.
She allowed him to guide her with his mouth. His perfect lips were even more perfect…soft while touching her.
He gave her long, slow kisses at first, letting her get use to the taste of him before deepening it further. Her head was spinning, and it if hadn't been for his strong hold on her body, she wouldn't have been able to stay upright.
She could feel his tongue run across her lips, begging her for entry. It was like he was asking for permission before taking control of her completely. She opened her mouth slightly, surprised to find that her center came alive even more as he used slow strokes to move in out of her mouth.
It's like he was mimicking…
The groan that escaped his throat made her want him even more.
Dean used the hand that had been placed on the small of her back to grab her ass, causing her to whimper in surprise. They didn't break the kiss, but she could feel him smiling against her mouth.
To her disappointment, he pulled back to look at her, his forehead resting against her own.
He gave her one last peck that was the softest sensation, she couldn't be sure if it happened at all. He kissed the tip of her nose…the side of her neck…and then backed away.
The emptiness she felt was scary. And it was all because of one kiss.
"How was it?" he asked, already knowing her answer. His cockiness was back with a vengeance despite the concern that still hid behind his green eyes.
She couldn't find her voice as her eyelashes touched her cheek and she took a deep breath to compose herself. At that moment, she didn't care how she looked in front of Dean. For the first time, she felt content like the build up to one gigantic climax had just been quenched…sort of.
She could feel Dean's breath on her face though she kept her eyes closed. "I'm going to take a shower, Baby Girl." He gave her one last kiss on her cheek before the door quietly clicked closed to the bathroom.
Dean let the cold water rush over him in waves, willing for his body to calm down and untighten.
He had not meant to kiss her, but watching her watch him had been his undoing.
It was a rise that he had never gotten out of her, and for a moment, he began to wonder if she was the first women to actually be immune to his looks and charm.
But when he absentmindedly went to undo his belt, her eyes were riveted to him. He had seen that look before from other women...many, many times. It was a look that both scared and thrilled him. And while he was glad that his little wife had finally shown her hunger, it was too terrifying to comprehend. If she wasn't the one saying no, then what the hell was going to happen?
He couldn't answer that question. The whole situation was wrong.
"For God sake – she's just a kid," he said to himself in exasperation. He felt guilty, but in all honesty, she felt nothing like a girl. Before he went to hell, she had looked like she always had; pretty, but thin. When he came back, she was full of curves that were begging to be touched. How had things changed so much in such a short amount of time?
She was pure perfection.
Dean turned the water off and wrapped a towel around his lean hips. The room was glowing from the television alone; Skylar laying in the bed watching, but not really looking.
Like before, her eyes were riveted to him as he put on his boxer-briefs beneath the towel. Her gaze was so intense that he was beginning to feel a little self-conscious. Dean couldn't remember a time in his life where he wasn't full of confidence.
He contemplated sleeping on the small loveseat by the corner. However, he would have to face facts eventually.
After tonight, there relationship would never be same.
Taking a soothing breath, Dean crawled beneath the covers and gave her a wry smile, taking her small hand into his. He kissed her fingertips, feeling her shake beneath his touch. Even his own breathing was ragged. Never in his life had he went to sleep in the same bed with a women and left them both unsatisfied…but there was a first time for everything.
Closing his eyes, he fell into the best sleep of his life.