Note for Guest Reviewer from 10/8/17: First off, really hard to address your concerns when you're reviewing as a guest. So you may or may not see comment this depending on how fast you're reading, or whether you've continued to actually read the story. I also wouldn't usually worry over one review, but it seems to be a bone of contention for you as you've sent several with the same concerns, so I'm going to address it for all the people.
RE: Ben being Dean's son.
Yes, I'm fully aware this is not canon. I know Lisa said he's not Dean's son. I also happen to find that incredibly boring and as I've said - I'm not following canon to the exact letter, I'm writing SPN as I thought it should be written. I'm sorry if you disagree, however, it is my story and at no point in time have I sold this as an exact canon rewrite + Beth. Lots of things are going to change with my version of events. And I do mean lots, as we get further into things. So, I hope you can enjoy the story for what it is, and keep reading. If not, then please go enjoy someone else's story instead. Because Lisa and Ben are here to stay, they actually have more of a role coming up for Dean and Beth in future. And as far as I'm concerned, in my story, Ben is Dean's son.
Have a great day!
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A/N: Follows on from Bring Me To Life (Parts 1,2 & 3) which you can read at the end of 'All Hell Breaks Loose' It's also Beth's POV of EarthhAngel's chapter "Dead in the Water – Holy Water" over at 'How To Save A Life'. I would recommend checking it out if you're not familiar with who Cole Singer (OFC) is and her relationship with John, because it's featured pretty prominently in this one.
This is Beth & Dean, the very beginning of their relationship while they're still hiding it from John. You'll definitely want to read Bring Me To Life (1,2 & 3) first if you haven't already.
The Swayze moment is dedicated to Paddy77 :D
All night staring at the ceiling
counting for minutes I've been feeling this way
So far away and so aloneBut you know it's alright
I came to my senses
Letting go of my defences
There's no way I'm giving up this time
Yeah, you know I'm right here
I'm not losing you this time
And I'm all in, nothing left to hide
I've fallen harder than a landslide
I spent a week away from you last night
And now I'm calling, calling out your name
Even if I lose the game, I'm all in
I'm all in tonight, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in for life
There's no taking back
what we've got's too strong,
we've had each other's back for too long
There's no breaking up this time
And you know it's okay, I came to my senses
Letting go of my defenses
There's no way I'm giving up this time
KITTANNING
DEAD IN THE WATER (Part 1)
5 years ago
Kittanning, Pennsylvania
Dean's POV
Dad had left Beth and me at the house; we were supposed to be running it down, checking for EMF, traces of sulphur, and the usual drill. Instead we were arguing, and it was starting to piss me off.
"Would you just settle the hell down a minute?" I snapped at her while she stormed into the kitchen, going through cupboards, looking for salt.
"Me?!" She said, turning to look at me with a roll of her eyes. "Oh that's a good one; I'm not the one who's been giving the silent treatment for the last hundred miles because we can't agree on whether or not Sam should be going to college!"
I sighed. "We've been over this..." She cut me off short.
"Yes! We have! And we still don't agree, and I don't even know why it's such a big deal Dean!" Beth paused, looking at me as she crossed her arms over her chest.
I ran a hand through my hair. Things had totally turned upside down in a matter of days. Just last night we'd been arguing, then we'd reconciled, and by the time we crossed the Illinois state border we were fighting again – mostly because of Dad.
For the entire trip from South Dakota to Wisconsin, Dad had taken Beth in the truck with him, I got to solo it, which had been good other than I spent the entire time wondering just what he was saying to Beth, or trying to get out of her. I didn't like being apart from her like that, it took its toll, especially when we had a secret to keep.
By Wisconsin she was back in the Impala with me, but sullen and moody, not wanting to talk about whatever she'd been discussing with Dad, but clearly the topic of Sam had been hot on the agenda. By Illinois we were just butting heads, so much so that half way through Indiana I simply stopped talking.
"I thought we were past this," I said to her, sighing again.
"So did I! But clearly not Dean." Beth said to me.
"You know I am so sick and tired of all this crap. What the hell did Dad say to you earlier?" I asked, and Beth stared at me sullenly.
"Really? You're going to do the silent treatment, with me?" I asked incredulously, that was pretty rare for Beth, usually we shared everything.
Beth blinked back tears, her bottom lip quivering, which she bit down on hard. "It's always the same old stuff Dean, I'm tired! I'm sick and tired of being made out to be a naughty kid if I dare disagree with Dad on something. Then to get it from you too?" She sighed and hugged herself, shaking her head angrily.
"Hey, I'm sorry," I said, coming around to her and taking her hands in mine. "I don't want to fight."
"Me neither. I'm so sick of fighting," she said with a sigh. I pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. She slid her arms around my waist and leaned in to my chest with a shuddering breath.
"Dad thinks I'm being overly emotional and compromising the mission," she said quietly.
"Well, I can sort of see his point, you do need to get your emotions sorted Beth. We need your head in the game, not focused on Sam." She tensed in my arms and I mentally kicked myself, damn. I had a bad feeling that I'd just put my foot right in it.
"Are you telling me I can't do the job?" She asked, pulling back with angry eyes. It was a fear she held, that she wasn't good enough and it didn't take much to get her thinking along those lines, reacting to imaginary things.
"No, that's not what I'm saying," I said.
"Yes it is!" She said, stepping away and running her hands through her hair, looking about indignantly.
"Well dammit Beth you know better than to get carried away with this stuff," I snapped.
"You're supposed to be on my side!" She accused, hurt flashing through her eyes. I rolled my eyes out of sheer frustration; it was completely the wrong thing to do.
With an angry, frustrated noise she shoved me back and started to walk, heading out of the kitchen. I grabbed at her and she fought back, taking a swing in my direction. I reacted without thinking, wrapping my leg around hers and dropping her to the floor.
She landed with a sharply expelled breath, groaning a little. Shit. I knew I'd hurt her, but she wasn't letting me see it as she climbed to her feet, using the kitchen counter to support herself.
"Oh Beth..." I said apologetically, reaching out to her. A sharply held up hand stayed me, and I frowned. Was she really going to shut me out again? With a shake of her head, she ran out of the room. I followed her as she made her way for the stairs.
She spun around, eyes showing her hurt. "Just... don't, Dean. Just don't. Leave me alone," she said with a strangled tone. She backed away and ran up the rest of the stairs to the second floor landing. I could see her still from where I was, and I crossed my arms, watching as she made her way along the open-plan hallway upstairs.
"Come on Beth! I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you!" I called out. This stopped her, and she turned to look down at me.
"You know, if you don't think I'm any good to do this job, maybe I should just leave," she said. "Maybe I should do a Sammy, and cut and run!" I flinched when she said this last part. It was a fear that had always been present; that she'd finally figure it out, that I was no good for her, neither was the life I could offer her. Now she'd leave too, and I'd be alone.
I opened my mouth to call her back but never got that far. A startled breath caused me to pay closer attention to what we'd missed. The smell of ozone in the air, and the crushing, sweltering heat that was unseasonal.
"Beth..." I muttered, moving toward the foot of the stairs, feeling an instinctual need to get to her, now. She suddenly called out my name and I watched, shocked as an invisible force picked her up like a rag-doll. She hung suspended in the air, and then without warning I saw her propelled against the far window, splintering the glass and falling out the second-storey window.
I already had my phone out of my pocket as I ran. I dialled Dad, and had him on the line as I hit the front entrance. I had to get out of the house and to Beth.
"Dad!" I shouted into the phone, probably unnecessarily. He responded and I found the words running out of my mouth.
"You have to get back here, Beth... the poltergeist... it...she, just... it's not good, get back here, and call 911." I hung up, that was as good as he was getting, I could barely think straight.
I sprinted around the corner of the house, expecting the worst. She was a fair distance out, such was the force that she'd been thrown. I fell to my knees beside her, grasping at her. "Beth!"
"Ahhh!" She cried out, and I didn't know whether to be relieved or distressed that she was conscious and in so much pain. I didn't know where to touch, what could be wrong. I looked down and paled at the sight of a piece of wood sticking out of her side. It looked red, and nasty, splintered at the top.
"Oh, Beth... you're gonna be okay," I said, looking back at the wood. "You'll be okay," I reaffirmed, more for myself than her. She had to be okay, she just had to be. I slipped my arms under her slightly and pulled her into my lap as best I could.
She groaned into my chest as I held her, hands careful to avoid the wood in her side.
"Ahhh, god, Dean pull it out!" She said, reaching for the wood and groaning.
"No, no leave it in. Just in case," I said. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a cloth, packing it around the wood to staunch the blood flow. As I pushed firmly she groaned, and fell into me, panting as she tried to catch her breath around the stabbing pain I'd just sent through her.
My free hand held her head, and then I moved to lift her chin up, looking into her eyes. She sucked in a deep breath and then started coughing.
"Beth... Beth..." I whispered, holding her close. I didn't know what to do; Dad would have called 911, so now it was a matter of waiting.
"I'm sorry..." she coughed, pressing her face into my neck. "I didn't mean it..."
"Stop, forget it, I'm an ass," I said, shaking my head and kissing her on the forehead. This was all my fault. If we hadn't been fighting, maybe we wouldn't have stirred up the poltergeist.
"Dean..." Beth's eyes sought mine, swirling pools of chocolate brown that left me enchanted any time I looked at her. I saw what she was thinking, she thought she was dying. Well I wasn't going to let that happen, not on my watch.
"...I love you," she whispered, and I felt my eyes widen at the sudden admission. She closed her eyes, and I felt a stab of panic run through me.
"You're not dying," I said to her, she coughed again, this time a small amount of blood coming up.
"You can't," I said to her. "You can't leave me," I had never felt more vulnerable in my life. Somehow I had to get this woman to keep fighting, to stay with me.
I grinned down at her. "Who else is gonna call me on my bullshit?" I asked, chuckling, and she smiled. I put it in my eyes, staring at her with all the emotions inside of me, the ones that I'd safely had locked away for years now, and needed to start bringing out now I knew she felt the same way.
Beth let out another groan as I lay us down on the ground gently, it also appeared she'd dislocated her shoulder, and I wouldn't mind betting there were a lot more injuries I wouldn't be able to find without undressing her, maybe not even then.
Lying beside her, I took her into my arms as best I could, touching her, stroking along her back and shoulders. I pressed my forehead to hers, and our lips hovered together.
"Dad's on his way," I told her, and she nodded. She had to stay conscious, that much I knew, so I talked to her. I told her about some of the places I wanted to take her, some of the things I wanted to do, we mentally started writing a to-do list of places to visit, and she took long shallow breaths, listening with a half-smile.
I heard Dad's truck roar down the driveway, the sound of an ambulance in the distance. I pushed my head to hers, sighing as I looked her in the eyes.
"Everyone I love leaves me," I said quietly, honestly.
"Not everyone," she whispered back. She held my face with one hand, looking at me and I wondered just why she was so intent on loving me. What did I do to deserve her? In that moment I didn't care, all that mattered was that she did, and she was mine, and be damned if I was going to let her go again.
"Promise?" I asked, looking at her seriously.
"I promise," she whispered. I smiled and kissed her quickly, and then Dad was beside us, all worry and panic wrapped up in a bow of desperation.
"Bethie!" He muttered. "What the hell happened?!" He snapped at me, glaring.
"It wasn't Dean's fault," Beth said, holding on to me.
"You should have been watching her," he said, ignoring her. I sighed, and brushed the hair out of her eyes. Some things were never going to change, I was never going to be good enough for him, but maybe – just maybe – with Beth by my side, that wouldn't matter so much.
I stared down at her, ignoring Dad's comments, and watched her breathing even out. She was starting to slip out of consciousness. I shook her, and she came awake. The ambulance had arrived, and the paramedics were crossing over to us. I wouldn't leave her side, not now, not ever again.
Kittanning Hospital
Later that night
Beth's POV
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes were hazel orbs staring back at me. Dean had a chair pulled up to the bed and was sitting as close as he could get without climbing in with me. When he saw me open my eyes he let out a visible sigh of relief, and leaned forward to kiss me.
It was a tender, tantalising kiss that left me breathless. He pulled away reluctantly as people walked past the open door.
"Hey," he said, smiling and reaching out to brush a few locks of hair back off my forehead.
"Hey," I responded in our usual, casual, god it's so good to see you manner.
"How are you feeling?" Dean asked, his eyes watching me with concern. I looked down at my body under the sheet and blanket, and shifted my legs, testing them out.
A searing pain ran up my side and I winced, grumbling under my breath. "Holy Hell..." I said sucking in a deep breath.
"Yeah, I would be a little gentler with yourself, you did just take a swan dive out a second storey window," Dean chuckled. I rolled my eyes and shrugged.
"Ow!" I muttered, the action of shrugging bringing my attention back to the dislocated shoulder I had been sporting. Dean snorted and leaned forward to kiss me again.
He held my face with his hands, lingering along my lips before sliding his tongue in, tilting my head up to take it deeper. I moaned into the kiss, my hands sliding up his chest and resting over his heart, which was racing.
Someone cleared their throat in the doorway and we pulled apart quickly, Dean falling back into his seat and looking slightly alarmed at the intruder. When it wasn't John we both sighed and exchanged a relieved look.
"Sorry to interrupt," the nurse said with a smile.
"No, no, you're okay. I was just making sure she was okay," Dean said with a cocky grin.
The nurse chuckled and moved toward the bed, checking one of the machines I was hooked up to what seemed to be monitoring my blood pressure. "Well I'm sure your technique alone will do plenty to speed up the healing," she kidded, taking a light and shining it in my eyes.
Dean laughed and I couldn't help but smile.
She soon left us and Dean leaned forward again, watching me. "You have to stay here tonight, something about monitoring you. They had to put you under to take out that piece of wood," he told me. I nodded, eyes wide and I grabbed his hand, biting my lip.
"Don't leave me," I said, tears welling in my eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, and the look on his face clearly told me he meant it.
There was movement at the door and John walked in carrying a bag of goodies.
"Hey Bethie, how you feeling?" He asked, handing me the bag. Dean took it and started going through the contents – a book to read, magazines, twinkies. He took a twinkie and opened it, shoving the whole thing in his mouth and groaning with delight.
"Hey, those are my twinkies!" I protested, grabbing the bag. He grabbed it back off me and shook his head.
"You don't need them, they'll only make you fat," he teased and I stared.
"You can talk," I said with a raised eyebrow, lowering my gaze to his stomach. Dean swallowed the remainder of the twinkie in his mouth and looked uncomfortable. He emptied the few things that weren't food on to the bed and then crossed the room, tossing the junk food in the bin.
"Well that's a little excessive," I said with a laugh, John chuckled, shaking his head.
Dean reached down to run his hands along his perfectly toned stomach and I licked my lips, he definitely had nothing to worry about in that area. "Yeah well, can't hurt," he said with a determined nod.
I shook my head, looking over at John. "What about the poltergeist?" I asked.
"Dean and I will take care of that in the morning," he said gently. I bit my lip and nodded. There was no getting around it, I was definitely out of the hunt, but there was nothing worse than sitting around all safe and sound while those you loved threw themselves at danger.
"Come on Dean, let's go so Beth can get some rest," John said and I glanced sharply at Dean, willing back the panic attack that was wanting to take hold.
Dean shook his head, looking at John.
"Dean..." John growled, his tone telling us both that Dean was close to stepping over that boundary.
Again Dean shook his head and looked at his father. "No, I'm staying," he said decisively.
John's eyes narrowed and he looked between Dean and I. Dean sat back in the chair he was in and stared at his father defiantly. I bit my lip, wondering just how this was going to go down.
Unexpectedly John sighed and scrubbed a weary hand across his face. "All right, have it your way. I want you ready to go first thing in the morning though," he said, watching as Dean nodded.
John leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, ruffling my hair affectionately as he smiled. "Get some rest Bethie, I'm glad you're okay, you gave me quite the scare today," he said. I smiled back at him and nodded.
"Good night Dad," I said, watching as he left the hospital room, casting a final look back at the pair of us.
"He looks lonely," I said to Dean, watching as John left my sight.
"Yeah, well, he's brought it on himself," Dean said unsympathetically.
"Show a little compassion Dean," I said softly, reaching out a hand to touch his face.
Dean sighed, and looked at me. "Like he shows me?" He asked. I sighed back at him, he had me there, the pair of them were ridiculously incapable of sharing their emotions in general.
"Come on," Dean said, changing the subject. "You need some rest." He started to settle in to the chair next to me and I stared at him.
"What?" He asked, looking at me confused.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him, waiting for something to hurt. Nothing. Awesome – I had my way to chastise him – eye rolls.
"You can't sleep in the chair, you know you'll be stiff and sore in the morning and then Dad is going to have a good reason to make you stay in the motel next time." I said.
"Sugarpie, there better not be a next time, I'm running out of lives as it is," he joked, and I laughed.
"I think we used one of my lives today," I said, and he shook his head, leaning in to place a lingering kiss across my lips.
"Yeah, but I did too because you scared me to death," he said softly, his eyes troubled and bleeding away to the vulnerability I'd seen earlier. Reaching up a hand to his cheek, I kissed him lightly, smiling.
"You know we'll both fit in this bed, it's not as if you don't wrap yourself around me all night given the chance," I said quietly, and I knew I had him. This is how we'd slept for the last four days – four exciting, excruciating days where we'd started exploring our feelings for each other, hiding them in the light of day because of John.
I didn't wait for an answer. Gingerly I tested out where everything hurt. Fortunately for me, the shoulder that had dislocated was the same side as where I'd been impaled. I moved to lie on the opposite side, wincing a little when I felt the stabbing twinge of broken ribs in addition to the rest of my injuries.
When I'd settled, Dean slipped off his shoes and climbed up on the bed with me, pressing in behind me. He carefully slid his arm up under my armpit, high enough that he wasn't going to brush accidentally against where I'd just been operated on. He hesitated, pulling away and snapping the side rail into place so he could lean against it if needed, then slid behind me again. Satisfied that he wasn't going to fall out of bed, I smiled and held on to his arm, stroking it gently with my hand.
Dean leaned up to kiss me behind my ear, his soft breath tickling me inadvertently. "Good night babe," he said, slipping his hand up and across my chest, pulling me in close to him.
"Good night," I said wearily.
Hospital
Next Morning
Dean's POV
Beth was whimpering in her sleep when I woke up, a fine sheen of sweat beaded across her forehead and she was shaking. I pulled back and she rolled in to me slightly, a sigh escaping her mouth. I glanced at my watch, 6am, and sighed. I could really use a shower after yesterday.
I felt around behind me to the release for the side rail that I'd pulled up – these things really helped out when you were trying to cram two people into a little hospital bed, at least I hadn't been in any danger of falling out last night.
Sticking my head out the door I assessed my situation: it was quiet and very few people around at this hour. With a grin I grabbed a towel out of the cupboard in the room, creeping around quietly so as not to wake up Beth.
Nurse Nosy from last night was at the desk, writing in a file, I glanced back at Beth – she was still looking in a lot of pain. Clearing my throat I walked up to Nosy and smiled my award-winning heart breaking smile at her.
"Hey," I said, nodding at her.
She looked up at me and licked her lips with a smile. "Hi, can I help you?" She asked, her eyes seeming to accentuate the helping me part.
"Uh, yeah, my uh sister... I mean Beth..." I started, reminding myself that it probably wasn't good to call Beth my sister after she'd caught us making out the night before. "Look she seems to be in a bit of pain, is there something you can give her?" I asked.
She glanced down the hall to the hospital room and frowned. "Well she is overdue for a pain pill, but we don't usually offer unless the patient is actually asking for it."
"Oh believe me, she needs it, and she'll never ask – she's a tough cookie," I said with a laugh. "Can you just go in and maybe offer? Don't tell her it was my idea, she'll cane my hide."
Nosy laughed and nodded. "Your...sister?" She asked, frowning at me.
"Stepsister," I said and she raised an eyebrow in my direction, her eyes trailed down along my body. Once upon a time I might have hit that, I reflected with a tiny internal smile: things had definitely changed on that front. I wasn't even remotely interested.
"Stepsister... right," she commented curiously. "And how did you sleep last night?" She looked at me as if to say she was well aware where I'd spent the night and in what position.
"Oh yeah, good, you know... hospitals... what you gonna do?" I asked.
She smiled and tilted her head to the side. "Next time, we'd be happy to find you a bed of your own if you insist on staying. Provided we have them available." She said, "There's always the on-call room," she added with a suggestive look. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow – I'd seen enough of ER to know what went on in those on-call rooms.
I threw her a cheeky grin and chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind." I said, with a nod. "But, I really need to be able to keep an eye on my...Beth," I added.
"Your stepsister, right. Well she's lucky to have a brother who cares so much about her," she said with an amused look.
"Yeah well, you know... just don't tell my Dad!" I quipped with a short laugh and started walking down the hall toward the showers. I cringed internally; man we were going to have to be more careful!
Half an hour later I was refreshed and clean, feeling one hundred percent better than I had been when I woke up.
Beth was sitting up in bed when I got back to the room, laughing and smiling with Nurse Nosy. Something the woman said to Beth suddenly had the smile drop from her face and she looked down biting her lip. I frowned, wondering what had just happened and knocked on the door to let them know I was there.
"Hey," I said, smiling over at Beth. She returned the smile with one of her own, instantly looking happier – I felt my ego bolster a little, always happy to see outward displays of her affection.
"Hey!" Beth said, waving me in. I crossed to the bed and took her hand in mine giving it a little squeeze.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"We gave her something for the pain half an hour ago, she should be starting to feel the benefits by now," Nurse Nosy offered with a wink. I grinned and looked questioningly at Beth who was nodding profusely.
"Yep, all good," she said with a giggle. I chuckled and shook my head at her, she was too damn cute.
I pulled up the chair and sat by the side of the bed again, steeling myself for the conversation to come. Nurse Nosy hovered and made no secret of the fact that she was listening in.
"What's wrong?" Beth asked, frowning when she saw my frustrated expression directed at the nurse.
"Nothing" I said dismissively, sitting back in the chair. "Hey look, I gotta go join Dad soon to take care of that... business from yesterday," I said, casting another glance at the nurse who was making herself look busy at one of the machines Beth had just been disconnected from.
"I want to come with you," Beth said, and I sighed. I knew she had been going to say that.
"You can't Beth," I replied, looking sternly at her.
"I don't have to do anything, I can just be there as … support," she said, throwing a glance at the nurse. "You know, I can do last minute research if needed," she added emphatically.
"You can do that from here, you have a phone and the computer," I said pointedly, raising an eyebrow. She was starting to look agitated, fidgeting with her rosary which was dangling in her hands.
"Hey, uh, nurse?" I said, drawing a curious look from Nosy. "About that on-call room?"
"Yes?" She asked innocently, but her eyes were watching me with intrigue.
"Maybe you could show me where it is? When I'm done here?" I asked, throwing a bit of a suggestive look her way. She grinned, raising an eyebrow at Beth who was looking at me confused.
"Sure," she said with a salacious look. "I finish my shift in twenty minutes then I'm all yours. I'll wait for you at the nurse's station."
I nodded and waited for her to leave before letting out a sigh of relief.
"On-call room?" Beth asked, eyes narrowed.
"Just tossing her a bone to make her think she'd one-upped you," I said with a grin, waving my hand in the general direction of the room. "She wasn't going to leave us alone otherwise." Beth looked unhappily out toward the nurse's station.
I scooted forward, brushing my hand along her cheek and drawing her gaze back to me, staring into her deep brown eyes. "Now what's going on with you?" I asked.
Beth sighed and bit her lip, tears starting to pool in her eyes. "Don't go," she said. I tilted my head questioningly at her. "I don't want you to go today, just stay here, with me, and just... just forget about the poltergeist."
"Beth, you know I can't," I said, frowning at her flustered state.
"I know, I know!" She said, nodding anxiously. She took a moment and then looked up to meet my eyes. "I don't want you to get hurt... or worse."
"I know, but this is what we do Beth," I said stubbornly.
"Dad's never going to approve of us," she said suddenly, completely changing the subject. I did a double-take at how scattered her mind was.
"You don't know that," I said quietly. Frankly at the end of the day, he wasn't going to get a choice if push came to shove. I was hoping to avoid that, of course, but I'd made up my mind – I wasn't giving in this time.
"Dean, I don't want to sit around while you run off into uncertain danger, I can't! I need to come with you, or … maybe we don't go at all. Can we not go at all? Maybe we can just leave, run away. Yeah. Run away, come with me, we'll go someplace safe." She was rambling; I stared at her, not knowing where to even start with this unravelling.
"Beth, hey, come on. You're not thinking straight," I said to her, getting up and sitting on the bed next to her. She flashed a frustrated look at me and shook her head.
"Or maybe, for the first time in my life I'm actually seeing clearly. I love you Dean. I love you! I want to spend the rest of my life loving you, not waiting for some creature to get the better of us, watching you die, or worse, not even being there and get the message later!" She was clasping desperately at my hands, while I pondered her statement.
"Beth this is what we do, we help people, it's the only thing we're good at!" I said, trying to reason with her.
"I don't care! I don't care. Please Dean... just... run away with me," she begged, eyes pleading with me to relent.
"Geez, how much stuff did they give you?" I asked worriedly.
"I don't know, two pills? Three? What does it matter?" She asked quickly, running a hand through her hair revealing a purple bruise along her hairline.
"Because it's not like you," I commented with a frown.
"Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I'm not who you think I am," she said.
"You're exactly who I think you are, Beth, I've been with you every day for the last six years, I know you. This isn't you," I said, reaching out to caress her cheek.
She let out a sob, covering her mouth with a hand. "I'm scared," she said, and now we were getting to the crux of it. "I'm scared, I don't want to lose you."
"You're not going to, Beth, I'm not going anywhere," I said, leaning in to her forehead, kissing her nose. "Shouldn't this be me saying this, you're the one who nearly died yesterday."
"I know!" She said, and those big brown orbs suddenly flooded with tears. It was like a spillway had been released. Tormented sobs shook her shoulders and she buried her face in her hands.
"Oh boy," I said, reaching out to caress her head, not sure where I could touch her, she had a lot of injuries, some I wasn't even aware of yet.
I heard Dad's voice out in the corridor, talking to Nurse Nosy, and cursed quietly under my breath.
"Come on, Beth, Beth. Come on, Dad's here, you need to pull it together," I said. This only made her cry harder as she threw herself back on the pillow, turning away from me. She groaned from whatever injury she'd hurt from that action and I grimaced. She was a mess.
Dad came in and took one look at her sobbing on the bed and glared at me. I sighed.
"What's wrong Beth?" He asked and she shook her head. Getting no answer from her, he looked at me. "Dean?"
I shrugged and waved my hand out at the nurse's station. "I think they might have gone a little overkill on the pain killers, having a little emotional meltdown here," I said, glancing back at Beth.
"Shut up Dean!" Beth snapped, sniffing and turning back to face Dad and me.
Dad's face softened as he looked at her, coming around to the other side of the bed. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. I noticed he was just as careful about where he could touch her.
"We'll be back later to get you, the nurse says you can come with us today," Dad said to her and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, I really didn't relish the idea of another night at this hospital, especially with Nurse Nosy on the prowl.
"Just take me with you now," she said, trying to sit up and grimacing as she pulled at the stitches in her side.
"No," Dad said firmly, putting his hand on the shoulder she hadn't dislocated and stopping her from moving any further. "It's not safe Beth, and I don't know how long this'll take. We'll get you when we're done."
He looked at me, and nodded. "Come on Dean," he said, standing up straight and walking toward the door.
"Wait! You're just going to leave me here?" Beth asked incredulously, tears glittering in her eyes.
Dad sighed and looked at her. "Get some rest Bethie, we'll see you soon." I trailed after him, feeling torn. The look on her face was gut wrenching as I glanced back at her, sitting alone in the bed, clutching at her rosary like a security blanket.
"Dean!" Dad's voice summoned me, he was already half way down the hall.
"Yeah, be there in a minute, just forgot my..." I trailed off, making for my bag in the corner of the room and grabbing it. When he started walking again I crossed to Beth, taking her face in both hands as I dropped the bag. I kissed her firmly, lifting her chin up so that I could get the best angle, sucking softly at her bottom lip before circling my tongue around hers. Finally I pulled away with a few small kisses to her pouting lips.
"I will call you as soon as we're done, okay? Don't worry, we'll be fine. I'll see you soon," I promised. "I'm coming back for you Beth, I promise." She nodded, biting her lip and I felt reassured that she wasn't going to start crying again.
"For god's sake, only one of those pills next time, huh?" I said, grinning at her. It got a smile out of her, that's what I wanted. I kissed her once more and then picked up my bag, rushing for the door.
"As soon as you're done!" She reminded me, and I nodded with a smile, turning to leave and catch up to Dad. It tore at me to leave her here, but this is what we did. Helping people, at the cost of our own needs and desires. This was the family business.
Motel Room
Kittanning, Pennsylvania
(Two Weeks Later)
Beth's POV
The echoes of my phone ringing pulled me out of sleep; I rolled over, bumping into Dean as I tried to get my bearings.
He groaned. "You gonna answer that?" He asked, and pulled a pillow over his head.
I gingerly rolled in the other direction toward my bedside table and answered the incessant ringing. Whoever it was, they were determined to wait for my answer.
"Hello?" I asked sleepily, rolling back on to my pillow, a hand clasped over my eyes.
"Hey sweetie, I'm really sorry to wake you up, but it's a matter of life and death!" Cole's voice sounded over the line. I groaned. It was always a matter of life and death when it came to Cole. I didn't answer right away so she kept talking as the door opened and John walked in looking like he'd seen better days.
He'd been hitting the bottle pretty hard the last few weeks since my near-death learning-to-fly incident. I was secretly worried about him, but it's not like he didn't have these moments, he was always having a few drinks, but this was more. I realised suddenly, with Cole on the other line, that she might suddenly be the reason for the drinking – they must be fighting, or something.
"John just hung up on me and I'm gonna come down and kill the bastard. Where are you at?" She asked, and suggested I play things out like a random survey call, which actually wasn't a bad idea all considered, except who the hell called after midnight wanting to survey you? Well, hopefully John was drunk enough not to pick up on that.
"Oh... Oh yeah I can answer a few questions for you. Why not?" I said.
Dean moaned at my answer. "Because it's the middle of the freaking night, that's why not!" He said, from under his pillow. John sank on to the loveseat in the corner with a sigh, reaching for another glass of whiskey off the table next to it.
"That better not be someone we know," John said, looking at me with a pointed stare to indicate I should know exactly who he was talking about. "Because if it's someone we know, they should... know better... hang up." I shook my head at him, trying to play it cool.
"That's my girl," Cole said. "Where are you?"
"Oh, where do we live?" I repeated like I was having a hard time hearing. "Well, the Best Western in Kittanning." I answered, John raised an eyebrow in my direction while I shrugged at him, pretending like I had no idea what was going on.
"And is he in the room?" Cole asked. I mentally rolled my eyes. Surely these two could be having this discussion together? Why did I get to be go-between just because I happened to walk in on them making out once?
"Uhm, my brother, father and I are staying here for now," I said, and looked down at Dean when he groaned a complaint again. John stood up and grumbled something about the rudeness of people calling so late, and I threw him a sympathetic look.
"Awesome hon, I'll be there in 24 hours, okay? So do me a favour and don't tell him I'm coming. I don't want to give a chance to run..." I did roll my eyes at that.
"Would you freaking hang up already?" Dean asked, trying to reach for the phone which I moved away from him. "Tell them to nick off, it's night time in America!"
"... Oh and one last thing: do you guys have a shovel?" Cole asked. Was she kidding? Of course she was kidding, but I seriously didn't understand her need to kill John constantly, sometimes I wished she'd get her homicidal urges under control, other times they kind of came in handy when you needed someone to start a fight. Or end one. Either way I was too tired and sore to play this game, I wanted to lie back down next to Dean and go to sleep.
"Damn, what is it not midnight in India? No we don't have any... complaints!" I snapped and then to John's chuckles, I hung up my phone, sighing.
"Just rude I tell you," he muttered, half staggering in to the bathroom, I watched him curiously – just how drunk was he?
I put the phone back on the bedside table and rolled over carefully to put my arm around Dean, kissing the back of his neck.
"Mmmm, well that's better than a phone call," he muttered, turning around to put his arm around me and kiss me softly.
"Mmmhmmm," I agreed, smiling. I was so glad that the motel didn't have a full sized couch, I think Dean might have even scouted out some of the motels for that reason alone because it would have sucked, big time, to have not had an excuse for him to sleep in with me the last few weeks.
The toilet flushed and we pulled apart, turning to face away from each other. John wandered out, turning off the light and then face planted the bed with a grunt. Dean looked up from his position in the bed, assessing his father.
"Did he just pass out?" Dean whispered and I nodded.
"Sure looks like it," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Dad?" Nothing.
Dean groaned and got out of bed, moving to reposition John so he was at least in the bed properly. I watched with a tiny smile as he pulled John's shoes off, and then put the blanket over the top of him.
When he was satisfied that John was out, he climbed back into bed with a cheeky grin. "Thought he'd never go to sleep," he muttered, reaching for me in the dark and kissing me. I moaned and leaned in to the kiss, running my hand up under his t-shirt to pull him closer.
"Mmmmm..." I moaned softly when Dean's hand brushed along my breast. He was taking great care not to touch the wound at my side. It was healing nicely but it still hurt like hell. As such, we'd been doing a lot of kissing when John was either out or asleep, and precious little else.
It had been unavoidable because frankly for the first week I hurt all over and the thought of anything more strenuous was just a nightmare. We were still exploring our relationship, learning what each other liked, and the kissing was the best part, I'd never get tired of the kissing.
I wasn't one hundred percent sure Dean felt the same way, but he was incredibly patient, and kept reassuring me that slow was fine, that we had years to make up for, but now that I was starting to feel even slightly better, I was starting to get more daring. If only my body would catch up with where my mind, and other body parts wanted to be.
Motel Room
Kittanning, Pennsylvania
Next Evening
Dean's POV
There was a knock at the door and I glanced over, my attention now split between the task at hand, and who could be visiting at this hour. Beth and I were lounging on the bed watching a movie, but at the moment we were more interested in the goings on next door. Beth was chuckling to herself as she gingerly crawled off the bed, and walked over to the door, checking the peephole to see who it was.
She opened the door, swinging it back to reveal the blonde haired hot head in front of us. "Look who's here," she said smirking.
"Shhh!" I said, holding my hand up and looking at my watch. The obvious sounds of a couple in the throws of their own passions continued from next door, insistent banging on the wall distracting enough, and only added to by the moaning. Cole looked amused, stepping into the room so Beth could close the door, and with a loud cry the banging stopped, the room next door falling silent. I looked up and chuckled.
"Five minutes and thirty-four seconds!" I declared, shaking my head and laughing. "A new record!" This love-making session had started three hours ago, and we'd timed at least four sessions so far. Even to us it was starting to get tedious.
"Good lord, talk about lack of stamina!" Beth said with a sad shake of her head. I swallowed hard, thinking about all my previous experience in the bedroom and suddenly hit with performance anxiety. Seriously? I thought to myself, sensing the worry cross my face. Since when have I ever gotten any complaints? Never, but that didn't stop me worrying now. If there was anyone I was going to want to impress, it was Beth.
"Gee, no pressure or anything," I said, laughing nervously.
Beth crawled back on to the bed and leaned up to me with a kiss. "Baby, your kissing sessions last at least five times longer than that. I don't think you have anything to worry about," she said, kissing me again. I settled back against the headboard where we had all our pillows piled up and around us and she curled up under my arm while I pulled her in close.
"Like he said, no pressure or anything," Cole said with a grin. "Kissing is a lot different to going the distance in the heat of the moment."
I gazed at her curiously. "What would you know about it?" I asked, looking at her, an amused expression on my face.
"Darlin' wouldn't you like to know?" Cole retorted, crossing her arms in front of her. I licked my lips, glancing over at Beth, who was staring at Cole curiously, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Yeah, uh, not really..." I said, looking back at Cole. I wrinkled my nose up at the idea of having any knowledge on Cole's sex life.
"So whatcha doin' here short stack?" I asked, using the nickname I'd come up with her a while back. She hated it, I knew it, she knew that I knew it, and that's why I used it.
Cole shrugged. "Needed a place to crash so I called Beth to see where you all were. Decided I'd come wreck your lives too," she said with a grin.
I looked at Beth, she had failed to mention Cole might be dropping in for a visit, she didn't meet my gaze. Whatever, not like I cared either way.
"Yeah, about that," I said. "What the hell happened back there? Dad won't tell us a thing," I looked at her curiously, the whole blow-up at Bobby's just didn't make any sense to me, and I knew there had to be more to it than a simple disagreement about Cole wanting a little more independence, which seemed to be what Dad had been getting at in his elusive explanation.
"I'm not sure why the hell Dad and John were fighting," Cole said, dropping her bag at the foot of the bed. "I just walked in on it. But Dad and I were fighting because I'd broken the table and then started the bar brawl. Apparently, I'm a wild child," she said. I looked at her, playing the explanation over in my head. It made no more sense than Dad's story, I was starting to feel like someone was trying to pull the wool over our eyes.
"I don't feel like getting into this right now, can we just chill for a bit?" Cole asked. I shrugged and nodded, didn't matter to me.
"So what's up?" She asked, looking around the room, seeming a little uncomfortable. Beth waved at the TV.
"The scariest movie ever," she said with a chuckle. Cole groaned when she saw Leprechaun come back from a commercial, she didn't like the movie, but it didn't stop her from crawling on the bed with us. She sat up next to me, so that I was sandwiched between the pair of them, stealing a pillow and making herself comfortable, pulling the covers up around her neck like a six-year-old kid.
Jennifer Aniston screamed on the screen and Cole jumped, burying her face in my shoulder. Beth was clinging to my arm tightly, staring with mixed fascination and horror at the screen. I chuckled and shifted, bringing my arms up around both their shoulders, bunch of scaredy cats.
"So where is John?" Cole asked a few minutes later, looking around at the motel room.
"Went to grab us something to eat," Beth answered, still staring at the TV. I took a long chug out of my beer, waiting for the pivotal scream moment that just had to be coming. We continued to watch the movie and then suddenly a crash sounded behind us again. Cole must have jumped about a foot in the air, screaming out loud before burying her face against me once more. Beth, not usually a screamer for horror movies, screamed at the same time. I spat my beer everywhere, not expecting that. What the hell was up with the girls and horror movies?
I looked down, frowning. I think Beth got the most of it because I'd been looking at her at the time of the scream. She swiped at her top, amber liquid dripping down from her neck and chin. "Nasty Dean. You totally spit beer all over us!" She complained, grabbing a towel from the floor next to the bed and mopping at herself.
"It's all right ladies, Dean is all about protecting the damsels in distress," I said with a cocky grin, ignoring the beer comment and looking at Cole who was still wrapped up around me. Beth sighed and then looked back at the wall where the moaning had resumed.
I glanced at my watch, mentally adding a good thirty seconds to cover the screaming fit the girls had been through and resumed timing. Four minutes later we were all looking a little disappointed. They'd barely made it past the commercials.
The movie continued playing, but I had ammo now and I was going to take it.
"Geez Cole, you are such a wuss," I commented, she glared up at me, rolling her eyes. "Who would ever think you could defend yourself against demons, witches and other supernatural creatures? You can't even handle wall bangers," I said with a smirk.
Cole reached a hand under my arm and pinched me, I yelped and glared at her. "Ow, dammit!" That was hardly fair, I had a legitimate point to make. She was looking a bit out of sorts however, which threw me, so I decided to let it slide, changing the subject.
"So while we're on the on the subject of supernatural creatures, anyone have a lead on how to kill this little son of a bitch?" I asked, pointing at the screen. It was a favourite pass time for Beth and me, we often sat and came up with ways to kill all the different creatures in horror movies, quite often we actually went so far to have Sam research it, and learned something. I seriously doubted I'd ever come across an actual leprechaun, so it wasn't really something I was that curious about, just looking for a topic of conversation.
The door opened and Dad came waltzing through carrying a few fast food bags, a case of beer and best of all, pie, stacked precariously atop everything else.
"I'm down with the idea of chopping off his lucky charms," Cole said, looking over at Dad.
I snorted, subconsciously looking down at my own crown jewels, the last time I'd seen Cole, she'd threatened to cut them off with a butter knife because I stole her pie. Beth started giggling and that made me smile, she hadn't really had cause to laugh much lately.
"What the heck is it with you and castrating men?" I asked, casting a cautious look at her.
"You don't want to know, trust me," she said soberly, looking back at the screen.
Dad was standing by the table where he'd dumped all the food and drink, staring back at us on the bed.
"Cole are you okay? What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Yeah I'm fine!" Cole snapped, which had me looking at her curiously. What the hell was with the attitude?
"I'm glad you're here, I need to talk to you," Dad said, moving toward the bed. "Privately," he added. I exchanged a look with Beth who shrugged at me before raising an eyebrow at Cole.
"No," Cole rebuked him. "I'm in the middle of this movie, it's almost over," she said. I nearly snorted, Dad wasn't going to cop that kind of attitude, not in his own motel room.
Just as I expected, his look turned stony, but Cole missed it as she stared back at the TV. Without warning he grabbed her by the arm, pulling her off the bed, I smirked because she had it coming. She should know better than to mouth off at Dad like that, daughter or not.
"Ow! Hey what the hell are you doing? Let me go!" Cole demanded, struggling against his iron grip.
I think he said something to her, but if he did, it was so low I barely made it out. Beth was watching them, chewing on her bottom lip as she debated getting involved. I put a hand on her thigh and shook my head. Cole was a big girl, she could handle herself. Seemed to me like she needed someone to make her pull her head in a little anyway, she'd been out of control with the emotions lately, more so than usual.
Dad dragged her out of the room and shut the door. I stared for a bit, curiosity eating at me a little bit. But the smell of food from the table got my attention, and then there was the pie. Suddenly Cole was on her own, pie won hands down.
I got up, cracking myself a fresh beer and putting the rest of the cold cans in the bar fridge. I rifled through the bags and found burgers, all the same. Beth looked up as I tossed one to her, and she caught it easily, starting to unwrap it.
Moving back to the bed, I settled down again, turning the volume lower and looking at her as she took a bite out of her burger.
"What the hell do you think that was all about?" I asked, nodding toward the door, indicating Dad and Cole. Beth shrugged, her attention still partially on the TV.
"I dunno," she answered, reaching out to take a sip of my beer.
"And what the hell is her problem lately? That girl always had attitude, but I think it's getting worse?" I added, shaking my head.
"Beats me," she said. I looked at her, suspicious, because Cole usually told Beth everything. Then again, they hadn't actually talked on the phone since before we got to Pennsylvania from what I could tell. It was as if Cole had dropped off the face of the planet.
"And another thing, where the hell has she been holed up all this time?" I asked, taking a bite of my burger.
"Your guess is as good as mine Dean, she's been incommunicado, I don't know what's going on with her," Beth said quietly. She yawned suddenly and I noticed the dark circles that had started to form under her eyes.
"Hey, you're not fully recuperated yet, you really should get some rest," I said. She nodded, her eyes looking full and heavy. I put my burger and beer down on the table next to the bed and gestured for her to lie down. She nodded and cuddled in close, wrapping an arm around my waist. I got comfortable, stroking along her forehead as she closed her eyes.
"Mmm, that's nice," she said softly with a smile on her face. I smiled, and continued to brush my fingers across her skin. She was asleep within minutes.
The movie was well and truly over by now, so I started to channel surf, looking for something interesting to watch. Dad and Cole had been gone over an hour, what the hell were they talking about? With the look that had been on Dad's face when he left, I was quite sure I didn't want to know, I'd been on the receiving end of those kind of lectures before, and they were never good.
Cole came storming in through the motel room door and I reluctantly untangled Beth from my waist, tucking her arm back by her side. "Hey, so you sleeping in with Beth?" I asked her, expecting as much, she usually did.
"Hell no! I'm not spending another damn minute with that prick of a man!" Cole snapped. Beth stirred in her sleep and I frowned a warning at Cole to keep it down – seriously, did she have no consideration for anyone else?
"Whatever dude," I snapped at her, shaking my head. "You got your own room?" She nodded, grabbing her bag. "Well I'm sure that'll teach him," I said with a smirk.
"Shut up!" Cole snapped at me, she stopped long enough to look at Beth sleeping next to me. "Tell Beth I'll see her in the morning."
She started for the door and it occurred to me that Dad wasn't following after her arguing this whole situation down.
"Hey! Where is Dad anyway?" I asked.
"How the Hell should I know Dean?!" Cole said loudly, again. I cringed and Beth rolled over in her sleep, her arm sliding back around my waist. I rolled my eyes at Cole and put my arm around Beth, brushing at her hair.
"Yeah ok then," I said. "Well you know where this damsel saving hero will be if you need him," I offered, tossing her a smug grin. I knew it would rile her up even further but I couldn't help myself.
"I think I can take care of myself, thank you very much Dean!" Cole snapped, walking out of the room with her head held high.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out," I muttered, started to laugh at her so as to get her worked up even more. What the hell was wrong with people lately? I swear I was the only normal one around here.
Motel Room
Several Hours Later
Beth's POV
I woke up to the sounds of an intense conversation, and what sounded like... Patrick Swayze? Dean was sitting beside me, eyes glued to the TV. It was 1am and I turned light sensitive eyes toward the screen and chuckled. "Dirty Dancing?" I asked Dean, my voice scratchy from sleep.
Dean looked a little embarrassed and grinned at me. "Well you know, it was on... you were asleep..." I chuckled and leaned up to kiss him.
"Hey it's Swayze..." I said with a grin. "Swayze always gets a pass." Dean looked chuffed at me, glancing back at the screen where Johnny and Baby were talking.
"I've never known anyone like you, you look at the world and you think you can make it better, somebody's lost you find them, somebody's bleeding you..." Johnny's voice echoed out from the TV.
"Sounds like you," Dean said, glancing down at me.
"You think so?" I asked, sitting up and tucking my head against his shoulder.
"Yep, and you're not scared of anything," he said, quoting Swayze five seconds after he said it on screen. I sighed, looking at him.
"I wish that were true," I said quietly. He looked down at me, worried eyes watching me.
The sultry tones of Solomon Burke singing Cry To Me came on the screen and Dean chuckled. "Oh now we're talking!" He said, looking at Johnny and Baby locked in an intimate dance just for two.
"I could totally do that," Dean said self-assuredly.
"Oh yeah?" I asked with a grin. His hazel eyes trailed along my body and he grinned, nodding at me. He slipped out of bed with a smug look, backing into the middle of the room and waving me toward him, his hips swaying to the beat of the song.
"Serious?" I asked and he nodded. I giggled and scooted over to join him. I liked this side of Dean.
John's bed was untouched and I smirked, somewhere along the line he'd happened to not come in tonight. Big surprise there. I wondered where Cole was, and then shook my head. I realised I didn't want to know, on the plus side I had the room alone with Dean!
Dean pulled me snuggly against him, swaying to the music and running his hands along my back and over my butt, grinding his hips against mine. I groaned and moved to the music, leaning in to him and mirroring his actions, my hands sliding up his chest.
A firm, confident hand stroked down my thigh, lifting it up and around his hip as Dean watched me, his eyes dark and dreamy. I swayed into him and felt the beginnings of a telltale arousal pressing against me. Dean groaned, leaning in to kiss me before slipping his hand down to my lower back again.
I felt myself being dipped, hanging suspended between the floor and Dean, and the extent of my injuries came crashing down. "Ow ow ow!" I cried out and Dean froze. "Ribs!" I gasped and he pulled me up quickly, lying me on the bed.
"Damn, sorry!" He said with a grimace, sitting next to me on the bed while I gasped from the pain of having stretched them too much. Dammit!
"Damn is right," I sighed, "that was fun," I said with a pout. Dean chuckled and leaned in to me.
"We can still have fun, but maybe leave the Swayze moment for another day," he said. I smiled and nodded, moving back slightly on the bed, pulling him down beside me.
"Hey," he said with a smile, stroking his hand gently along my arm.
"Hey," I replied with a grin, kissing his lips. He reached his other hand up to stroke along my cheek, then pulled me over to him, lips caressing mine. I loved this kind of kissing, where it was almost chaste, no tongue involved, just my lips trailing over his, that long suck on the bottom or top lip before moving quickly on to return the favour: a satisfying little smack as our lips pulled away from each other. Kissing was awesome, especially kissing Dean.
A moan echoed through the opposite wall to us and Dean raised an eyebrow. "Man, we have a winner," he said with a chuckle. "Both sides of us now." I laughed and nodded, kissing him again, I wasn't about to stop this little bit of fun.
The moaning intensified, building slowly as Dean leaned over me to deepen the kiss, bringing his tongue into the mix – clearly starting to get inspired by what was happening next door. I moaned softly and arched up to him as his hand trailed along my side, the movie on TV completely forgotten.
Dean kissed along my collarbone and then down to my breast, pulling my t-shirt up and drawing a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue along it. I gasped, and felt the searing pain of my ribs flare up again as I bucked beneath him. I groaned, and pulled back a little.
"Damn!" I said, he looked up, worry in his hazel eyes.
"You okay?" He asked as the moaning next door trailed off for a moment.
"Not really," I sighed and he looked at me sympathetically, moving back up to kiss my forehead.
"Come on," he said, nodding toward the pillows. "Another time." He moved to fluff the pillows up, and settled me back against them. Jumping up he rifled through my side drawer for a pain pill, putting it in my hand and crossing the room to get me a glass of water.
A passionate cry sounded from next door as I took the glass from Dean and smiled weakly. Dean chuckled and climbed in to bed next to me. "Well at least someone's getting lucky," he commented and I grimaced, biting my lip. He looked over at me and cursed. "I didn't mean anything by that," he said.
"Promise?" I asked, feeling insecure all of a sudden. Dean leaned in and kissed me with a serious look.
"I promise," he said. "Stop worrying!" He slid his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in next to him. I cuddled up and we turned back to the TV just as things started to heat up next door.
The girl's voice was starting to sound raw and hoarse as she moaned continuously, clearly in the throws of an encroaching orgasm.
"John! Oh John... yes... oh my god yes...!" I tensed, and Dean whistled as he listened in without any shame. That voice suddenly sounded familiar when I heard the name John. I cringed... surely not? The moaning continued, reaching an apex with an earth shattering cry as the girl crashed over the edge into what sounded like a completely mind-blowing orgasm.
Moments later we could hear the man, and I wanted to cover my ears because I had a fair idea who was in that room now, and seriously, one just didn't want to know this much about their own father. I grabbed the remote as John's groans echoed through the wall, intending to turn up the TV. Dean batted my hand away.
"Are you kidding? I wanna listen to this!" He said. I bit my lip and almost laughed. He wouldn't be saying that if he knew who was on the other side of that wall. Fortunately, it didn't take long, longer than the two on the other side of us had taken, sure, but obviously John's teasing of Cole had left him hot and ready to go. With a final cry the room fell silent next door and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well that was definitely some of the better motel sex we've heard in a while," Dean commented with a chuckle, kissing me. I shook my head with an amused look and tried not to think about it, turning back to the movie on the television.
I relaxed into him, my head on his shoulder, the pain pill starting to take effect, and I smiled. I couldn't believe I was lying here in Dean's arms, watching Dirty Dancing of all things, and he was actually enjoying it. What a strange night. I started to wonder if perhaps it was a dream.
Motel Room
Next Morning
Dean's POV
I felt like I'd barely slept, probably because I hadn't. What with staying up watching that movie, then getting all kinds of ideas from the hot sex going on next door, I'd been wide awake for hours. Beth was sleeping soundly beside me and I rolled over to watch her. She was usually the one doing the watching and she did it a lot; I knew because most of the time the intense staring woke me up with hairs standing on the back of my neck. Beth wasn't quite so acutely aware when I did it to her.
After a few minutes I decided it was time to take action. I was up so dammit the least I could be doing was kissing the girl while we had the room to ourselves. I nuzzled in to her neck, breathing in the faint smell of vanilla mixed with the woody scent of her rosary beads that rarely left her neck. I placed feathery kisses along the soft curve of her neck and shoulder, sliding my hand up and under her t-shirt to brush along the bare skin at her hip.
She moaned softly and opened one eye to peek at me. "Good morning," she mumbled with a smile.
"Good morning cherry-pie," I said into her neck, nipping at her slightly and eliciting a gasp from full lips. She lifted her head from the pillow to look around the room.
"Where's Dad?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and glancing at the opposite wall for some reason.
"Who cares?" I said licking along her neck and up to her earlobe, nipping at it and then placing a few kisses on the soft skin behind it. "He's not here, and that's all that counts."
Beth groaned again and wrapped her arms around me, nodding and burying her face in beneath my chin, kissing my neck.
Suddenly the door to the motel opened and I tensed, glanced up to see Cole strolling casually through the door. "Hey guys look alive," she said cheerfully, closing the door behind her. I was a little slower than usual pulling away since it wasn't Dad, and she rolled her eyes in seeing this.
"You know we really should come up with some sort of code word or signal so that you aren't always interrupting us," I grumbled at her. The last time couple of times she'd interrupted us had been a disaster, especially when she landed on top of us in bed one morning trying to warn us Dad was on his way.
"Well a signal might save my eyesight, but it wouldn't save your asses when your dad decides to walk in," Cole said.
"Dude!" I exclaimed, laughing and sitting up in bed. "Speaking of doing the dirty…" Dad walked in and I chuckled at him. "…you should have been here last night. We got woken up around 1am to some chick having a mind blowing orgasm. She totally had to be faking it. I mean no one is that good!" I finished. I'd been giving it a lot of thought, actually.
"Really? No one?" Cole asked, giving me a questioning look. It hit me all of a sudden what I'd said.
"Well, present company excluded," I clarified, no need for Beth to get any bad ideas about me before I'd even had a chance to prove myself. I glanced at her and she was gazing curiously at me, I cleared my throat and shifted a little uncomfortably – man this wait was going to be the death of me, it was blowing things way out of proportion… I was starting to think that if we didn't sleep together soon she'd be expecting… to see God or something. The whole thing was just starting to make me nervous.
"You know the whole thing was so distracting I totally forgot to time it," I said, looking over at Beth again. Well that, and we'd kind of been busy with our own attentions. "How long do you think it was?" I asked.
She grinned at Cole, looking cocky. "Oh I don't know, maybe ten minutes?" I frowned, was she trying to tease me or something? I didn't quite get it if she was.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure it was longer than that," I said confidently. "I'm gonna say fifteen to twenty."
Cole chuckled and glanced over at Dad.
"I don't know, if this orgasm sounds as good as you've made it out to be, I can imagine it must have taken forever to ride," she said with a grin. "I think we should go a little higher." Dad shook his head and groaned. Man he looked like he'd roughed it out on the land now I was getting a good look at him. Did he sleep in the car or something? Why on earth would he have done that? I dismissed the questions from my mind, he was a grown man, could make his own decisions. I shook my head at him as he went into the bathroom.
I turned my attention to breakfast, asking Beth what she thought we should get. We'd almost decided on iHop when Cole's phone rang. She looked at the display for a moment before flipping it open.
"Uncle Rufus, what's up?" She asked, and I raised an eyebrow, curious. I'd heard about Rufus, grumpy old bugger, worse than Bobby: but a good hunter.
She listened for a while and then snickered. "Geez Unc, you saying you're worried about poor lil me?" Cole teased. I shrugged at Beth who was looking just as confused.
"Me? A job? Since when do you palm them off?" Cole asked. This piqued my interest. I leaned forward, listening in. There was some discussion around not working on the Sabbath, not that I cared much about that, and then Cole had to ask what was in it for her. I rolled my eyes – typical.
"I'll do it," she finally agreed and she snapped her fingers at Beth. "Hey, I need a pen and paper," she whispered. Beth handed her the motel stationery from beside the bed along with a pen.
"Okay Rufus, give me the specs," she said. She scrawled down some details and then finished up the phone call.
Dad came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of jeans and drying off his hair. Cole stared at him, obviously assessing whether or not he'd be in on the job she'd just heard about. I cleared my throat, getting her attention and raising an eyebrow at her. She turned brown eyes to look at me.
"So I think I have a case if you're all interested?" She said.
"Well Beth is still recovering," Dad said.
"I'm also bored!" Beth contributed. I nodded, we were all bored. This was the longest we'd ever been without a job, and without sex on the cards, it was double the frustration – I was climbing the walls.
Dad looked at us and sighed, raising an eyebrow at Cole. "Where is it and what is involved?"
Cole smiled at him wickedly. "Lake drownings, in Wisconsin."
Beth groaned and Dad shook his head with a chuckle. "I hate Wisconsin!" Beth muttered.
~ To Be Continued ~
AUTHOR'S NOTES
The song for this chapter is: All Inby Lifehouse (not to be confused with their song All in All) It's freaking awesome and totally Beth & Dean early relationship!
Well, I started Dead in the Water and then realised this part of the story still hadn't been told! I was going to just combine it all but I've already hit 12,500 words and 28 pages so yeah... it's going to be a 2-parter since there's a natural break here. Hoping to get Part 2 out in the next couple of days, maybe even overnight if I can stay awake long enough to finish it.
Yes, the Swayze line is a deliberate copy from the Season 7 episode where Baby gets put in a corner. Where do you think Dean learned that Swayze always gets a pass? /wink/
Hope you enjoyed this little episode – it doesn't have a lot of action, more backstory, but one that's been fun to tell.
Cole's version of this story can be read over at How To Save A Life by EarthhAngel – if you like John I recommend you going and checking it out :)
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