I dont know why we feel this connection towards eachother and it's driving me crazy, and right now all I want to do is kiss you." They just looked at each other after she said that.
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"You want to kiss me." Dean said with a smile. Well he could understand that. He wanted nothing more to kiss her and do a whole lot of other things. Willow just smiled at him. Since it was just a couple of hunters at another table and Ellen at the bar gleaning the glasses with a towel, she leaned forwards and lightly kissed him. Then he started kissing back. His hands holding her face so he could get closer to her.
"Hey Winchester! This isn't a make out bar. Why don't you take it some where else." Ellen said with a glare towards Dean. They pulled apart reluctantly. Dean caught Willow blushing and she looked down shyly. Dean just smiled at her. She was beautiful when she blushed. Then she caught on to something else that Ellen had said. Winchester. That name sounded so familliar. Then she figured it out.
"You're John Winchester's son?" Surprised, Dean just looked at her.
"You knew my dad?" Dean asked.
"He came by the headquarter's in Cleveland asking for some help in locating a demon he was after. I was the one that talked to him the most. He talked alot about his sons Sam and Dean. It never occured to me that you could be the Dean and Sam the he talked about until Ellen said your last name." Willow explained.
Looking at him, she realized he seemed more quiet when she mentioned John.Oh God, no please dont let him be dead. When John was at the headquarters, they spent alot of time searching for the demon he was after so they wound up talking alot. They had gotten pretty close in that father/daughter way. She felt so bad for him when he told her how Mary died. Now the three of them were dead set on killing the demon that took her away from them.
Dean was hesitent in telling her about his dad. It seemed like she was close to his father. He sighed.
"My father died." Dean told her. He could see a few tears falling down her face. He hated telling her this.
"How?" Willow said in a small voice. She couldn't believe John was dead.
"He died by saving my life." He leaned back in the chair and crossed hi arms. He looked at Willow and he could see she was devasted by his father's death.
"I'm sorry." Willow said to him. She could tell he was devasted by his father's death. He was trying to hide his feelings.
"Not you're fault. Mine actually." He told her. She was shocked when he said that.
"Why would it be your fault?" She asked him. She was curious as to how John's death would be Dean's fault.
So he explained to her about the cult. How it was the only thing that could kill the demon, how the demon wanted the cult, the accident with his car, how close he was to death, about his outer body experience at the hospital where a reaper wanted his soul, how his dad traded the cult for Dean's life with the demon, how after his dad made the deal Sam found him dead in a hospital room. He looked at Willow and she was quiet. He just waited for reaction.
"Oh." Willow said in a small.
"Yeah." He took a swig of his beer.
"How are you taking it?" Willow asked him. The way John decribed Dean he kept his feeling to himself and worry about others.
"Angry, Sad, Pissed off. I mean why? Why the hell did he trade his life for mine?" He told her truthfully.
"I think he was tired of hunting the demon and wanted to be with your mother." Willow told him. Remembering a conversation that she and John had when they were working on trying to locate the demon "He wanted you to live and take care of Sam. He loved you both very much." He just nodded when she done talking.
"So where are you staying?" He asked, wanted to change the subject.
Willow understood what he wanted and told him."The Palmers Hotel. It's about five minnutes down the road." She saw Dean smirking at her.
"That's where Sam and I are staying at." He told her. He had a plan running through his head. He so wanted to make love to her. He looked at the clock. 1:00am. He was suprised at long he and Willow had been talking. When he got to the Roadhouse it was about 10:00.
"You need a lift?" Knowing she was going to say yes.
"Yeah I could use a ride. I left my car at the hotel." Willow said smiling to him. She saw Dean stand up and held out his hand to her. She took it and stood up herself. They looked in each other eyes. Dean turned towards the door still holding her hand.
Walking out the door, Willow was going to ask him what car was his when he beat her to it.
"It's the black Impala." Dean said pointng to the car. They let go of each other and walked towards the car. Willow leading the way and Dean following behind her taking out his keys from his pocket.
Dean wanted to kiss Willow so when she opened the passenger door he closed it. Turning her around so they faced eachother, he looked striaght into Willow's eyes for a second before leaning in to kiss her hard. Willow arms went went around his neck. God he was a good kisser. I could just kiss him all night if she could. She thought.
Dean heard Willow moan and smirked still kissing her. He drew apart from her and Willow pouted at the loss of contact. He went for her neck. His hands roaming over her breast. Willlow's hands were tangled in his hair.
"More." Willow said breathlessly.
Dean took a glance at Willow and her face was blushing red.
"I think we should get to the hotel first before we have more fun." Dean told her smirking. He kissed her one more time and opened the door for her. She got into the passenger seat and closed the door. He sighed and twirled his keys on his finger while walking to the drivers seat. He got in and started the engine. He looked at Willow and smiled at her. She smiled back. He took her hand in his and said.
"Well let's go have some fun." He drove south towards the Palmers Hotel.