AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I guess you could call this an AU one-shot in the Lana/Dean story.
It just changes a little about how things unfolded for them and yet hardly changes anything.
Those of you familiar with them and "Hunting Demons" will get it.
The idea just came to me and we all know how much I love Lana/Dean in any form.
Speaking of which, I have kind of an AU "Hunting Demons" story called "Never Fall Away" up that I'm writing with my friend, Monique, if you guys want more Lana/Dean even though it's kind of them in different settings and there's an Adam/OC romance too.
ENJOY!
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She takes a look over at Dean at the bar, tucking her hair behind her ears and chewing on her lip. If he noticed that she was looking at him with jealousy in her eyes he would just find his ego boosted and that's not what she wanted. So she looked at her mug of beer and took another breath, hearing the chuckling and giggling from the bartender and Dean and closing her eyes. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.
The day she met Dean was a sad day, and yet the sun was shining and the day was warm, and Lana had been feeling pretty good about herself. She had figured out what had murdered one of her best friends and was headed to the wake to talk to the best friend she had left—Jen. She had been going too fast and run straight into Dean, his body colliding with hers and suddenly she was apologizing.
He just smirked a little and his brother, Sam, introduced themselves as friends of the deceased, but Lana knew better. She was a hunter herself, and half demon, really needing to just talk to Jen and then hunt down the bastard that had killed Chelsea. Still, Lana's and Dean's eyes met and she was instantly attracted, Dean too. She introduced them to Jen and soon Lana and the Winchesters were a dysfunctional team…soon Lana was in too deep because she was in love with Dean.
She loved everything about him—the way he smelled of leather, musk and fruit, the way that he was really a hero but he always doubted himself…how selfless he was. He hadn't wanted to get her killed and yet she knew that deep down there were feeling there. No matter how he felt, he was keeping it to himself and Lana had told him that they were going to be friends, and so that meant sometimes going with him to bars.
For Dean, he wasn't really into the bartender, but he felt like it was a safer route for him to be on than going for Lana. He was already too attached to her and if his feelings got in the way during a hunt than he'd lose her forever. How would he be able to live with himself if he got her hurt…or killed? For a second he glanced over at Lana and smiled a little, looking at her ordering another drink, and then a man approached her…Dean didn't like that very much.
Suddenly Lana was smiling at him and she laughed a little at a joke he must have told her, Dean feeling something…feeling a feeling he wasn't actually familiar with. There was just this feeling in his gut that he didn't like what was going on—he was jealous. Someone was making her laugh and smile and it wasn't him…wasn't that supposed to make him feel better? She could be happy this way and he wouldn't have to worry about it…but he wanted to worry about it.
"Are you trying to make her jealous?" The bartender asked Dean softly, looking from him to Lana, and then back to Dean.
Dean turned to her quickly and scoffed, a smirk appearing. "What? No."
"It's alright—that kind of comes with the territory of being a bartender. People come in here with their problems and leave either knowing how to fix it, or simply being too drunk to remember what the problem was in the first place." She responded with a soft smile. "You should talk to her before she gets scooped up by Big Shot over there."
"Lanni isn't that kind of person." Dean said suddenly, wondering why the words had come out of his mouth.
"Maybe not…but not everyone waits forever." The bartender responded.
Dean glanced over at Lana again and opened his mouth to say something but the bartender had moved down the bar to take someone else's order. Suddenly Dean was wondering whether or not he should take her advice—there were just so many things that seemed to point to him needing to walk away. So instead, Dean chugged down the rest of his whiskey and then stood up, heading out of the bar and fixing his jacket.
Lana's eyes were on him as he left and she excused herself from the bar, hurrying out and taking a deep breath as Dean ran his hand down his face, his back to her. He was contemplating just waiting in the Impala until she was ready to go, him knowing he was her ride unless she decided to hook up with the man who had been hitting on her at the bar. Just the thought of some random guy touching Lana like that was making him sick to his stomach, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.
"You heading back by yourself?" Lana asked him calmly, swallowing.
Dean looked at the Impala in front of him. "I just needed some air."
"The bartender seemed interested in you." Lana tried, wanting to have a conversation with him even if it had to be this one.
"She wasn't my type." Dean responded quickly…too quickly.
Lana smiled slowly. "So attractive, brunette, easy girl at a bar isn't your type? What kind of girl is your type?"
Dean smiled a little, still looking at the Impala. "Attractive brunettes who aren't easy girls at a bar?"
"Oh, well I didn't know that." Lana said playfully, smiling a bit more.
She took a deep breath and she walked towards Dean, his back still to her, smiling a little more when she took his hand and he held hers back. This was all she wanted from him—some kind of intimacy that he wasn't running away from. He turned around to her slowly and took in a deep breath, knowing that he was caving too much already. This was one of those signs for her and knowing Lana like he did already, she was going to make this about them…there couldn't be a 'them'.
"Lanni, I—"
"—we don't need to talk, Dean."
Dean was going to protest but her mouth covered his, her fingers slipping into his hair and keeping him close to her. Her free hand slipped to his waist and she held him to her, smiling a little when Dean cupped her face with one hand and gripped her hip with the other. They were almost on auto-pilot, and soon Dean was fumbling for his keys, wanting this as much as Lana did. It wasn't the first time they'd slept together, and Dean was starting to think that it wouldn't be the last…but it was still different.
The backseat of the Impala wasn't very comfortable, but all that mattered to Dean in those moments was Lana's skin running along his. Every time they made eye contact and she smiled at him, he felt this feeling in his gut and a tiny voice in his head told him to stop, but he couldn't. He wanted this no matter the consequences, and he found himself kissing her hard as her sound of release spilled out of her mouth, keeping her body close as he found his breaking point shortly there after.
Lana ran her wet nose along Dean's and kissed him gently as they resituated, Dean holding her close like he'd lose her if he let go. She traced shapes in his sweat on his chest and kissed his peck gently, catching her breath as Dean kissed her damp temple. The moment she opened her mouth to talk to him, Dean knew what was coming and he knew what he needed to say to her…but he couldn't get his words to work.
"Now how hard was that?" Lana asked him softly.
Dean resisted the urge to make a joke. "That's not the hard part."
"Letting people in isn't a weakness, Dean." Lana told him, sitting up a little and looking at him. "I can take care of myself."
"So can I, but let's say a demon shows. Suddenly I'm thinking about keeping you safe, and you're thinking about protecting me—that could easily make us make a wrong move and in turn, get the other hurt. That, or what if we accidentally get an innocent killed instead because we save the other over them?" Dean asked, suddenly feeling tenser than he had wanted.
"Then don't move to protect me." Lana said with a shrug.
"That's not an option!" Dean responded without skipping a beat.
Lana chewed on her lip and nodded slowly, letting it sink in that Dean cared about her enough to admit he'd protect her in a life or death situation. She would try to protect him too, but at the same time she didn't want Dean's fear to rule him—she was half demon and she could handle herself and she wanted Dean…she loved him. Why did he have to sacrifice so much? Wasn't he allowed to be happy too?
"Dean…what do you want?" Lana asked him softly.
Dean looked her in the eye. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"I love you." She told him softly, smiling sadly and shrugging a little. "I love you, and I don't think it's fair that you can't have one thing that you want. I'm not going anywhere, and I think it's ridiculous to assume that these feelings that we have for each other are just going to die."
"I just don't want anything bad to happen to you, Lanni." Dean admitted, stroking her dark hair and looking at her mouth. "It was stupid enough for me to let you come along and hunt with us in the first place."
Lana laughed and shrugged. "I believe that was really Sam who let me come along, but…just stop punishing yourself and me in the process and give in?"
"Do I really have a choice in the matter?" Dean asked her with a chuckle.
"No, not really." Lana replied, and she kissed him tenderly, keeping her body close to his and then resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
She knew the moment wouldn't last forever, but she was aware that she had to take the soft moments with Dean when she could get them. Lana closed her eyes and let the rhythm of his heartbeat pound in her ears, smiling softly as Dean gently ran his fingers along her skin taking the moment in as well. She deserved to hear his thoughts and though he didn't use the word often, he knew he owed it to himself to at least use it since she was the only one around to hear him use it.
"Lanni?" Dean asked, kissing her head as she looked up at him. "I love you too."
Lana smiled and kissed him lovingly, pulling back and snuggling into him more, wrapping her arms around him. Soon they would have to get up, but for now they had told each other exactly what they felt they needed to, and everything had changed. They hadn't put the relationship to the test yet, but something told Lana that things would work out for her in the end…she had faith in what she and Dean had just agreed to create.
Note: The idea came to me and I just had to write it down. I hope you guys enjoyed this little AU fic for Lana and Dean as much as I enjoyed writing it out. Feedback is always appreciated!
