Beads of innocence

by xxtheoneyoudreamaboutxx

ever noticed that, along with the watch and balck sexme bands, dean wears that black beaded bracelet? this is the tale os how he got it, and why he always wears it.for MzPredicable. T for nonexplicit sexual references, and occasional swearing.

7. Chapter 7

STEPHANIE'S POV

I never regretted giving myself to Dean. Of course, it was hard when he had to leave, even if I always knew he would. We might not have the most conventional relationship, these days, but you have to make the best of what you have. And I love knowing that Dean is helping people, saving them, even when I'm scared this will be the time he doesn't come back, and wishing he was here with us.

Anyway, he was stubborn about me staying with him that night, in his motel room. The whole thing was surreal to me; it was hard to believe it was happening. Not because of the fact that ghosts and monsters were real, that just made sense. It was having someone care about me, be so protective of me. It was the greatest feeling.

Xxx

Dean and I spent the next couple of days enjoying each other's company and researching about the ghost. We went down the mine shaft, to where it happened, but it was during the day, so besides the Ben's broken bottle of tequila, we didn't see anything.

I still worked some nights at Kady's, and Dean signed up too, cooking and mopping floors while I served.

It was a two days later, when I got a phone call.

"Dean?" I said, after I hung up.

"I have a problem."

DEAN'S POV

"I have a problem." Stephanie said.

"What kind of problem?" I asked, worried.

"That was the police, they want me to go down to the station, with my uncle, for a few more questions, and because they have news."

"Yeah?"

"I don't have an uncle," She admitted, sheepishly.

"Oh, he is on official records, has a passport and a birth certificate, a car and a flat in the city, but he isn't real. I invented the whole thing a few years back so that I could stay here, with my grandmother. I didn't like the idea of living in an orphanage or something somewhere, when I'm capable of taking care of myself, and I didn't want to leave my grandma."

"I'm impressed." I told her, honestly. "But your plan becomes flawed now that the police want a chat with him. When do they want to see him?"

"I told them that he wasn't meant until Sunday night, and that I had tried to call him but hadn't been able to get onto him."

"I'll see if I can get someone to play your uncle for you, okay? I'm sure my dad wouldn't mind, though he will tan my ass for not telling him about the hunt sooner."