Author's Note: This is a crossover to EarthhAngel's How To Save A Life story taken from Beth's POV. So there's some new stuff as we get to see what really happened when Cole wasn't around, and also Beth's POV of combined scenes together :) It is taken right around the time Dean & Beth decide that it's time to break the rules and get involved. (Part 2)
Stuck in a world
No longer turning
Always a girl
Waiting for something
Too many days
Walking around sleeping
Open my eyes I'm tired of dreaming
I wanna run with reckless emotion
Find out if love is a size of an ocean
Even if I crash down burn out
At least I'm gonna know what it's like
To feel alive
BRING ME TO LIFE – PART 2
(approximately 4.5 years ago)
The start of Dean & Beth's romance
Bobby's House
Sioux Falls
I woke up to Dean's kisses working their way along my shoulder as he shifted behind me, turning my head as he reached my neck so that I could claim those soft lips again. I wondered vaguely if I was dreaming, but this felt real to me, and my stomach was doing somersaults I was so happy.
Dean crawled out over the top of me and started to pull on various articles of clothing that were sprawled around the room. The boys had certainly made themselves at home in the day we'd been here, it was a mess. He smiled at me after pulling on a t-shirt and then raised an eyebrow.
"Get dressed," he said. "Or we're going to miss it." I tore my gaze away from him long enough to look out the window and realised that it was getting extremely light outside. I was out of bed in an instant, sneaking a kiss as I passed Dean on the way out the door and up to Coles' room. I quickly pulled on some jeans under the t-shirt I was still wearing, tugged on some socks and shoes, then exited the room with one of Dean's hoodies in hand. I suddenly realised that I had been hoarding various articles of Dean's clothing for about six months now, and it suddenly seemed really funny to me as I pulled the hoodie over my head.
Dean was waiting for me on the landing as I made my way down from the attic. I grabbed his hand and we snuck downstairs with a grin. No one was around, and the house was silent. I wondered for a moment just where John and Beth were, but then dismissed it from my mind while Dean grabbed the chocolate pecan pie out of the fridge.
The day was starting to light up as I followed him down through the junk-yard toward the river, which wound it's way through willow trees at the bottom of Bobby's property. It was one of my favourite places to visit, especially when it was a hot summer day. It hadn't been all that hot last night, so I'd snuggled up for hours to Dean, loving the heat that came off him.
We sat by the side of the river and watched as the sky turned bright pink with the start of the rising sun. Beams of red and purple shot out over the clouds and I leaned my head against Dean's shoulder, smiling as I watched the ever changing colours before us. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close and I took it all in, committing this moment to memory. I wanted to remember this when I was eighty years old.
After a few moments Dean opened the container with the pie and cut off a bite sized amount with his spoon, holding it out for me to taste. I took it into my mouth, sliding the spoon out with a little moan as the chocolate hit my taste buds. Dean swallowed and then leaned in to kiss me, licking along my lips. I almost giggled it was so deliciously sexy.
"Happy birthday baby," he said to me with a husky voice and I couldn't help but smile back.
"Best birthday ever," I said, leaning my head against his shoulder again.
The water looked really inviting, despite the fact that I knew from experience it wouldn't be warm. I raised an eyebrow and assessed the riverbank.
It would be cold, but at least it would be refreshing.
"Uh oh," Dean said, looking at me. "It's never good when you get that look in your eye." I turned and grinned at him, starting to pull off the hoodie.
"Come on," I said with a grin. "Beats lining up for the shower."
I grabbed my phone out of my jeans pocket and flipped it open, typing out a text to Cole. Going to need towels ...down stream. Come alone! I chuckled and sent it, looking over at Dean.
"Suit yourself," I said, unzipping my jeans and slipping out of them. I left the t-shirt and underwear on, a little self-conscious, starting to test how slippery it was down to the water. There was a small pier at the edge once you got down the embankment, Bobby kept a little fishing boat tied up there. I reached the pier and looked nervously back at Dean. He actually hadn't seen me naked, and I wasn't sure I wanted this to be that moment, it was broad daylight!
He was watching me, sitting with his arms on his knees, an appraising look on his face.
"Turn around!" I called up to him and he looked at me in surprise.
"You serious?" He asked with a chuckle.
"Yeah I'm serious! We're not that intimate yet, thank you very much!" I laughed.
"Sugarpie, if you get in that water, I can assure you things are about to get a whole lot more intimate, let me tell you," he said, standing and walking down the embankment toward me, pulling off his jacket and tossing it up on the grass.
I licked my lips and thought about that, almost chickening out.
I wasn't about to let him know that however. I smirked at him and slipped out of my undies and his eyes widened. "Thought you were a gentleman," I said with a grin. He rolled his eyes at me and then raised an eyebrow, turning to face in the other direction.
Without hesitating I slipped out of his t-shirt and then gritted my teeth before diving head first into the water. I broke the water with a gasp.
"Ahhh it's freezing!" I said and Dean looked down at me laughing.
He stood watching me for a while as I tread water. When he didn't move to join me I shook my head at him, breast stroking over to a section where the current of the river wasn't so strong and I wouldn't have to fight to stay in one spot. There was a bend in the river and it made for a little swimming hole, you had to enter from the pier first though.
There was a splash behind me and I smiled as Dean started to swim over to me, long, broad strokes bringing him swiftly to my side. He broke off his speed as he reached me, coming to tread water next to me.
He raised his eyebrow at me and smirked. "A shower is at least hot, this is doing nothing for my image," Dean complained, glancing down, and I almost giggled.
I suddenly felt really nervous, maybe this had been a little forward given our recent change in personal approach to each other. I was treading water, and he looked at my legs as they kicked, his eyes flicking down through the water, running the length of my body.
"You know, that milky skin of yours doesn't really leave much to the imagination in this water," he said with a grin. I blushed, and started to swim away. He grabbed my hand and pulled me in to him; I realised he was on solid ground, having found a boulder to stand on.
"Hey this was your idea," he said huskily, pulling me up to him and sliding his hands around my waist. I groaned and ran my arms up over his shoulders, holding on to him, letting my legs drift behind me with the current.
My teeth started chattering and I pulled in a little closer to his body heat. "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea," I said, shivering. "It really is cold in here."
I felt electric ripples cascade through my body as Dean's warm hands stroked down my left thigh, pulling it around him.
"Get a little closer then," he said, his breath catching.
My eyes met his and I gulped, wondering just what was he intending here? Dean chuckled at my facial expression, which I figured was bordering on panic.
"Calm down already would you?" He said with a twinkle in his eye. "Nothing that exciting is happening in this freaking cold water!"
I laughed, a little relieved, and nodded, sliding in a little closer.
"You do feel good though..." he said with a moan, sliding his hands around my waist and bringing his lips down to kiss along my shoulder and neck. I took advantage of the closeness to explore his body a little, trailing my hand down the contours of his back, watching his muscles tense under my touch.
Dean seemed to have similar ideas, pulling me in close, lifting me slightly so I could wrap my legs around his waist as he held me. His fingers skimmed along my back and down over my buttocks as he nibbled his way down my neck, moaning softly.
He slid me up his body and I gasped in surprise when I found myself being laid back in the water.
"Relax," he said, and I softened my body, allowing the water to cushion me, my hair spread out like fine seaweed that tickled my shoulders as he kissed his way along my stomach. His lips latched on to a breast and I arched out of the water, moaning loudly.
"Oh...my...god," I groaned and he sucked just a little harder at the encouragement. I grasped my hands behind his neck, desperate for something to hold on to as I felt like I was about to sink under the water. I needn't have worried because he was holding me under my lower back, keeping me afloat as his teeth grazed along the throbbing nipple and I fought to catch my breath.
"Hey mermaids! I got your...oh!" There was a curse from up above us as Cole lost her footing and came sliding down the embankment, bracing her fall with one foot out in front, her other knee tucked underneath her.
We pulled apart quickly, Dean groaning with reluctance, and I felt myself blush beetroot red. Cole had reached the dock and was waving around the towels I'd requested in the air.
"Did you see that?! Totally awesome! I'm like Wonder woman!" She called out, then noticed us entangled together under the water. "Holy shit, my bad, sorry guys..." she muttered looking up in the air, a grin on her face.
"Damn you don't waste any time do you?" Cole winked at Dean, and before we could say anything she scooted back up the embankment, chuckling away. She paused at the top, looking back at us. "Don't be too long, John's already wondering where you pair are!"
At the mention of John's name we both shifted uncomfortably, and shared a look of trepidation. We hadn't really thought this far ahead: Were we going to tell him? Were we going to keep it a secret? Just what was the plan here?
"Come on," Dean said, starting to swim back to the side of the river. I gave him an appreciative look as he pulled himself up on the landing, but I couldn't bring my innocent eyes to look that closely, even when he stood to face me. He laughed at my attempt to look anywhere else.
"Oh you are precious," he said, picking up one of the towels and drying himself off while I shivered in the water, waiting for a chance to climb out myself.
"You getting out?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Not while you're standing there!" I said with an embarrassed look. He stared at me.
"Sugarpie, I just had your nipple in my mouth, and your legs wrapped around my waist, and you want to play the shy card?" I nodded in response and he chuckled, shaking his head. He picked up the other towel and held it out for me like a curtain, turning his head to look away.
I grinned and climbed up the ladder attached to the dock, pulling the towel around me as I kissed his cheek. I shivered a little and he used his own towel to dry my hair as I slipped my underwear on. Dean had seen me in just my underwear before, how being completely naked was an issue was beyond me, but I guess I just wanted to savour something with him, leave a little mystery?
I pulled on his t-shirt again and smiled, dropping the towel while he continued to rub at my long tresses.
"Man, how do you deal with this every day?" He grumbled, patting at the wet locks with the towel.
"With patience," I replied, smiling. "And it's not that bad. Would you rather I cut it all off?"
"No way!" He said, kissing the back of my neck. "I love your hair."
I smiled and took the towel from him, giving my head a good going over, shaking loose any water, leaving it damp rather than sopping. I pulled a hair tie out of my jeans pocket and plaited it quickly, tying it at the end.
"There," I said with a smile. "All better." Dean nodded and his eyes turned serious as he looked at me.
"You ok?" He asked, and I bit my lip, thinking about what a loaded question that was.
"We don't have to say anything just yet," he said.
"I know," I said with a sigh, moving to wrap my arms around him tightly, resting my ear against his chest, listening to the steady beating heart beneath.
"It's going to be hard keeping my distance though," I said with a smile, looking up at him. He grinned and nodded.
"Yeah..." he said, kissing me again. "Well we've had a lot of practice at that," he commented and I grimaced. We had indeed.
Dean brushed his hand along my face, watching me with his hazel eyes. "Come on, before he really does come down here and all hell breaks loose," he said, starting to pull me up the embankment with him.
We collected our pie containers as we left, walking slowly back toward the house. As we reached the end of the junk yard we pulled away, dropping our hands to our sides, and glancing one final time toward each other. I sighed and turned my gaze toward the house. Cole would be inside getting breakfast started, and my stomach was rumbling for something more than sugar.
Merlotte's Bar
Sioux Falls
Cole had decided on a local bar that was one of Bobby's favourites for the twenty-first birthday celebration. There was a DJ there tonight, and we wanted to take full advantage of that fact.
I smoothed down my top as we got out of the Impala, a little self-conscious about the amount of skin it actually showed. It was like wearing a long-sleeved lacy bodice over a black sports bra. Nothing was quite exposed, but the see-through lace left very little to the imagination.
Cole had been true to her word and John hadn't said a single thing about what I was wearing when I came downstairs. Dean on the other hand had been floored, having never really seen me in something quite so revealing.
"You sure you don't want to borrow my jacket?" He asked again as we moved inside and I threw him an amused look.
"It's like eighty-five degrees Dean!" I laughed and he frowned at me.
"Come on, I think a drinking game is in order," I said with a wicked grin. Dean gave me an amused look.
"If you reckon you can keep up, sure!" He said and I laughed again.
"Your ass is mine, Winchester," I said to him, grinning at the double entendre, and I turned to where Sam was watching this little interlude from beside the car. "Sammy, grab the board!" He smirked and reached into the Impala, coming out with a checkers board.
"Oh game on!" Dean said with a whistle, and he tossed his jacket in the back of the Impala before sauntering indoors ahead of me.
A few hours later and Dean and I were in the middle of a drinking game I'd invented years ago. Bobby was sitting beside us, watching wide-eyed at the amount of alcohol we were putting away.
The room has started to spin a little as I was completely winning this game. It was checkers, only instead of using game pieces, we used shot-glasses filled with whiskey. Each time you jumped someone's glass, you had to drink it. Hence why I was completely starting to get head spins but I was also winning.
I imagined I was holding it all together, much like Marion Ravenwood in Raiders of the Lost Arc but I wasn't completely convinced of it, my hand was shaking a little bit more than hers ever did, and my nose had started to go numb.
I was tapping it now with my forefinger and Dean raised his eyebrow at me. "Had enough yet? Numb nose getting to you?" He knew that was a sign that I really probably should stop right now, unless I wanted to be hurting in the morning.
Sam eyed me off a little worriedly at the nose comment, and I looked at him, shaking my head. "I'm fine Sam. I can completely feel my nose!" I lied, nodding my head and then stopped that because it only made me want to throw up. I was so not going to lose this damn game. I looked down at the board again, gnawing at my lip and trying to decide my next move.
"Hey O'Malley!" Cole called out to me from the bar. She came swishing through a group of people bearing the nectar of the gods in her hands. Strawberry Margarita! I jumped one of Dean's shot-glasses on the board and downed the whiskey in one go, concentrating hard to turn it upside down and bring it down to stack on top of the others in the little wall of glasses I was building like brick work.
"Get this into you honey, I'm gonna sort out some dance music," she said and I nodded enthusiastically at her. Music sounded just great!
"Dean has to dance with me when I win," I said, raising my eyebrow at him in a challenge. Sam almost spat out his drink at the thought and snorted, taking another sip from his bottle.
Dean looked at me and chuckled. "Sugarpie, how many times do we have to play this for you to realise that I do not lose at this game?" Dean smirked.
"At least one more it seems," Sam said with a raised eyebrow. John chuckled from where he was leaning up against a table and I threw him a big smile. There was my Dad, actually smiling for a change, it did the heart good to see him happy. I could almost forgive him for being a complete and utter jackass and interfering with Dean and me.
"You idjits ought to be ashamed of yourself, introducing this idiotic game to you sister," Bobby said suddenly, shaking his head. Dean looked at Bobby in surprise.
"Bobby, who do you think made it up?" He asked, looking at me and chuckling. I started to giggle, licking my lips. My thoughts went back to Dean and my mind was off on a new track, I could barely keep up with it. Oh my god look at those eyes, man I love those eyes, and those lips... mmmm... I want to kiss those lips so freaking bad!
I took a sip of my margarita instead, trying to distract myself before I jumped across the table at him. The icy cold strawberry goodness slid down my throat like a slushy and I groaned out loud. "Oh my god that is better than sex," I said. Wait a minute, did I just say that out loud? I looked up into the startled faces of the four men in my life. Yep, I so did.
Dean raised an eyebrow, reaching out to jump two of my shot-glasses on the board in one go. He leaned forward, those eyes watching me like an eagle might watch a rabbit. He downed one shot, and then the other.
"Know something about that do you?" He asked quietly, Cole almost spat her drink out. I reminded myself. Be cool, you're like Marion... be Marion! I raised my eyebrow to meet his quizzical look.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I asked, slightly slurring my words, but getting them out. Man! I was so Marion! I took another sip of my drink and this time kept my thoughts to myself about how strawberry margaritas were like an orgasm in my mouth.
I focused on the board, taking another sip of my margarita, I wasn't too sure that this was all that fair, drinking while playing a drinking game. The least Dean could be doing was drinking at the same time too. We were down to just a few glasses left on the board, and I was playing run away chicken as his queened (indicated with a bigger glass) checker chased me around the board.
My eyes went to the pulse at his throat and I took another gulp of my drink to try and distract myself. Maybe getting drunk hadn't been such a good idea after all. I sure was enjoying myself though. I was going to enjoy myself a lot more if I could get my hands on Dean though.
I had to get him up on the dance floor, even if just for one dance. Wait didn't Cole say something about getting some music sorted? Where did she go?
Dean finally caught my last roaming shotglass, jumping it and downing the remaining shots with a flourish. "I win again!" He said with a grin and Sam groaned.
"We'll never hear the end of it!" He muttered, and Bobby just shook his head at us.
"Well Sammy, you can always try and take on the champ!" Dean said, stretching in his seat. His t-shirt rode up over his stomach and I caught a glimpse of his belly button and I nearly caved on the spot. I downed the rest of my margaritas, looking over at John. That's right. John. I was still grumpy at him.
There was a shout from Cole up at the DJ's corner and she started to weave her way back through the dancers. I had a vague recollection I was meant to be doing something. Wasn't I? I thumped my nose again, I couldn't feel a thing. Dean shook his head at me and got up to go get another drink from the bar. Suddenly I realised what I was supposed to be doing.
"Dad!" I called out, standing to my feet in a hurry. I swayed a little and Sam's hand shot out to steady me.
"Thanks Sammy," I muttered, shaking my head, which actually made things worse. Crap! "I'm okay," I said to him and I took a few tentative steps toward where John was at the bar, not far from Dean. I forced myself to concentrate, one foot in front of the other, and I crossed as quickly as I could until I was able to hold on to the bar for support.
"Dad you have to come dance with me," I said, grasping at John's arm. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"I don't dance," he said with a grin.
"Pleeeeeeeeease! Come on, Dean won't, and it's your duty as a dad to dance with me for my birthday!" I said, adding in the extra whine to try and coerce him. John looked at me, a patient smile on his face, but he refused to budge. I narrowed my eyes at him, and I saw Dean shaking his head behind John, further away.
"Bethie, you have plenty of guys here who would kill to dance with you tonight," John said to me with a grin.
"You mean, who you'd kill if they tried," Cole interrupted, walking up with her margarita in hand. Yay! I had back-up! Finally! I bit my lip to keep from giving away their little secret, but I knew if anyone was going to bitch John into getting up for a dance, it would be Cole. He might even listen.
"Give the girl a dance John Winchester. God knows she doesn't get to have this kind of fun all the time." Cole said, raising her eyebrow at him.
John gave her an appraising look, running his eyes over her body, taking in the blue jeans and gold top which was clinging to all the right places. Cole just stared him right down until he finally nodded and grunted his assent, holding out his arm for me to take. I clapped happily, sticking my tongue out at Dean who was watching the whole scene unfold with an amused expression.
As I pulled John up on the dancefloor I noticed a gaggle of girls start to move in on Dean and I had to stop myself from doing something that would give away an even bigger secret than what John was hiding.
I glanced back at the bar again and saw Cole interject, scaring off the girls as she stepped right into Dean's space, face to face. For a moment the irrational part of me thought she was going to kiss him and I nearly yelled, but then the blonde grabbed Dean by the hand, pulling him along with her.
John seemed to know something about dancing, I was kind of surprised given it was a new song that had only been out for a little while. Dilemma by Nelly. It was kind of appropriate for how I was feeling about Dean... No matter what I do, all I think about is you... well it was appropriate until you got to the cheating bit.
The room started to spin a little, and I thought for a moment I might be sick. John steadied me with capable hands and I swayed to the music, grooving to the beat and surprisingly, John danced along with me. Cole and Dean had made it to the floor and he was circling her, sliding in behind, grasping her by the hips and swaying with her to the beat, grinding his himself against her. Cole looked a little amused, grinding her hips back and turned to whisper something in his ear. She pulled away with a grin as the next song came on, it was Drops of Jupiter, one of my new favourites.
"That's your quota princess," John said to me and I groaned, giving an exasperated sigh.
"What about me?" Cole asked, stepping up and looking at him. I snaked an arm around her waist because I really needed the support, it was getting so I couldn't really tell my left foot from my right. At least I'd stopped drinking. Cole slipped her arm back around me as well, then turned me toward Dean.
"What about you?" John asked with a smirk.
"My quota hasn't been met," Cole said with a grin. "Here, Dean, give your sister a dance would you?" She said and pushed me toward where Dean was waiting. He grabbed me, holding me firmly in his arms and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Dean!" I said happily, and I kissed him on the cheek. He looked at me a little startled, and pulled back with a stern look. I watched as he glanced over at John and I nearly groaned out loud. Freaking hypocrite! Always ruining my fun!
Dean looked at me again, his eyes softening a little. "Come on Tinkerbell," he said with a grin.
"Just oooonnnnneee dance?!" I begged him, I had to get a dance, who knows when we'd get another opportunity. I had no idea when I'd get to hold him, touch him, again. Life was so random from day to day, I never knew what might happen, my inner Irish drunken leprechaun wanted to at least feel my hands run down along his back, and brush along his skin, and...I groaned, hoping it wasn't that loud, and just sounded like I was annoyed. Dean once more looked over at John, seeking his guidance on what to do about the drunken sister, and John nodded.
With a grin, Dean pulled me into the crowd. I pretended he was my brother. Like my real brother. I tried to bring up the revulsion of what it would be like to be having an intimate dance like this with … well with Sam. It kind of worked and I ended up half a foot apart from him in an awkward waltz.
"You know I saw those girls looking at you," I said, my words still a little slurred. I was losing the whole Marion game here, my green eyed dragon coming to the forefront.
"Oh yeah?" Dean asked, looking at me with cool, assessing eyes.
Dean was looking over at John, and I saw him shaking his head a few times. I didn't know what that was about.
"Yep," I said, raising my eyebrow and looking at him haughtily.
I tried to convince myself that was Sam's throat I was wanting to take a bite out of. Damn. Suddenly Dean's whole demeanour changed, and for the better.
"Tinkerbell, you think I'm gonna have eyes for anyone else in this damn bar when you're wearing nothing but lace?" He asked, sliding his hand along my back sending electric shockwaves along my skin. I gasped and looked into his eyes, they had changed to a swirling vortex of need and desire. I swallowed, feeling like I had just encountered my long lost soul mate after years of being apart.
"Dean..." I said, licking my dry lips.
"Yeah?" He asked, looking at me, waltzing with me further and further into the dance crowd.
"I think I'm gonna be sick!" I said suddenly, my stomach lurching, and I pulled out of his arms and ran toward the bathroom which was toward the back of the dancefloor.
I made it to the door but stopped, the sudden urge to throw up everything I'd eaten, and drunk during the day passed and I took a few deep breaths in through my nose, out through my mouth. I stood with my forehead pressed to the wall outside the bathroom door, just willing myself to hold it together. Be like Marion! I chanted over and over.
I felt an arm slip around me. Dean, I thought, and I leaned back into the embrace with a sigh.
"Well aren't you a pretty thing?" Came a voice, and it wasn't Dean's. I looked back shocked and pulled away. He pushed in on me quickly, going to kiss me and several things happened all at once. I reacted to the attempted kiss, probably a little more forcefully than I normally would, but the room was suddenly spinning and I knew I was in trouble if I didn't get him off me.
The guy was about Sam's size, broader across the shoulders which came from playing football I assumed as I took in the jersey he was wearing. His hands came up to brush my throat, grasping my shoulders. That was when I brought my hands up, pulling them down to break his hold, at the same time I kneed him in the groin and struck him in the face with the heels of my hands – 1, 2 and he was stumbling back away from me. I reeled away, into a defensive stance, fighting down the urge to vomit again. Dean had come around the corner and seen the whole thing go down, his eyes turned dark with anger and he moved with a quiet smoldering rage.
He grabbed the guy who was still struggling to stand straight and pinned him against the wall, his forearm going up to cut the air supply of my would-be suitor. "You really, really don't want to be here right now," Dean said, his anger rolling off him in waves.
"Yeah, yeah right... hey no problem man, it's all good." The guy was looking scared and he held his hands up in a surrendering pose. Dean shoved him toward the exit and watched as he left before turning back to me.
I was feeling the beginning of shock set in, and I crouched down against the wall I had my back to. Dean reached my side and looked at me with concern, brushing a hand across my forehead.
"Are you ok?" He asked, and I nodded, but my eyes must have shown him how rattled I actually felt. "It's ok," he said, and he slid his arm around me, "I got you." He slipped a forearm under my knees and lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him carry me. There was couch tucked away behind a pinball machine only a few yards away, someone had just vacated it so Dean sat down and settled me into his lap.
I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes, pushing the might haves out of my head. "Oh God, oh God..." I said, struggling to catch my breath. Dean caught my face between his hands and forced me to look into his clear hazel eyes.
"Beth, stay with me, breathe ok. You're ok." He said and I followed his breath. He took a few deep breaths with me and waited as I calmed down. Tears were rolling down my eyes as I fought away the shock of what could have just happened, and it had been all in an instant.
"Hey, hey – there's a reason you have your combat training, ok? You were never in any danger," Dean said and I nodded, but my alcohol addled brain didn't want to see the reasoning behind what he was saying.
"Kiss me," I said suddenly, looking at him. He frowned. "Just... just kiss me," I repeated and I claimed his lips with my own, urgently biting down on him before he responded with his tongue, parting my lips and bringing a hand up to caress along my cheek.
I groaned. God, it's like hot chocolate, only better. Everywhere his lips brushed tingled with the anticipation of something more. I felt as if everything were heightened, which it probably was given the amount of alcohol I'd consumed during the last few hours. I bumped my nose against Dean's giggling furiously. Kissing wasn't always like it seemed in the movies.
He smiled and tilted his head a little to the side, my head started to spin all over again as I leaned in to him. My hot desire for him flared up like a raging wildfire, spreading from my groin up and outward. I resumed my urgent kisses to his lips, turning slightly, wanting to just straddle him, to feel him pressed against me.
"God... I wish we had somewhere we could go," I mumbled into his kisses. "I can hardly bare it," I said, kissing him deeply and he murmured his agreement. I moaned into the kiss, sliding a hand up under his shirt to run across his stomach, wanting to feel that bare skin under my touch. I broke away from the kiss, trailing my lips along his jawline and down to his neck where I buried my face again in the crook of his neck.
I had started to suck softly on the skin when I felt Dean stiffen, and not in that way, looking up and pushing me away a little. I paused, confused, and then realised Cole was standing behind us. Dean relaxed a little when he saw it was her, but the mood was suddenly broken.
"John's looking for you," she said quickly, looking around. I felt Dean shift underneath me. "I told him you were in the bathroom. Come on," she said, grasping my hands and pulling me to my feet. I nodded, and fought the headspin as I rose quickly up.
"Okay..." I said, nodding. "Okay." I looked back at Dean and his face was impassive, he'd already slipped back into big brother mode.
Cole seemed anxious about something, but I didn't really take the time to think about it. We were suddenly moving through the people on the dancefloor. Someone stumbled between Cole and I and separated her from Dean and I. They laughed in a happy manner and the girl apologised for her clumsy partner. I smiled it off, I could completely relate right now.
Dean grabbed my hand as yet more people converged around us, he pulled me back beside him and I felt a quiet wave of tension pulse from him. I paused, what was he suddenly so concerned about? I didn't have to ask as I saw the guy from earlier push forward through the dancers with a couple of his buddies, also wearing football jerseys. I took a deep breath, stepping behind Dean a little.
"Get the fuck off me!" Cole suddenly shouted and I startled, looking through the sea of people for her. Dean was standing side on, watching the footballers before us who were approaching us even as Cole was shoving another guy in a football jersey. When had this suddenly become homecoming?
Dean's eyes were on Cole and her situation which had suddenly gotten a little more complicated. John had moved up beside her and was trading words with the leader of the pack surrounding them. He looked cool, calm and collected, just like Dean. I felt anything except that, my heart was racing a mile a minute, the nausea was back, and I was shaking.
"We don't want any trouble," Dean said, "just back away and no one has to get hurt." The jock laughed and shook his head.
"Only one going to be having any trouble is you man, then we're gonna have our own fun with your little bitch here." Dean bristled and pushed me behind him, but there was no way out the way we'd come. Dean tensed, ready for a fight, watching John who was staring at the leader. He didn't even look away before giving instructions.
"Dean, get your sister out of here," John said calmly, loud enough for us to hear. You could have cut the tension with a knife.
"What about you?" Dean asked hesitantly, taking note of the six football players that had John and Cole surrounded.
John's mouth twisted into a confident smirk. "Oh, I got this," he said, raising his eyebrow at the man in front of him.
I didn't even catch half of what happened, it was like everything spun into motion in one go. One second we were in a major stand-off, the music from the DJ pulsing all around us, and the next the players had all moved in on us, and I spotted someone familiar to me, someone I recognised in spite of my alcohol fueled haze.
Cole had shown me pictures of him and his buddies. I suddenly realised the guy standing off with John was Cole's ex-boyfriend Ian, and the guy in front of me was Payden. This guy was about to find out what it meant to be on the receiving end of a Winchester's fury, and it wasn't going to be Dean's. I acted without thinking, grabbing a nearby bottle off a table and smashing it over his head. "For my sister asshole!" I shouted and Dean turned to look at me incredulously.
"What the hell Beth?!" He muttered and I shrugged apologetically. He ducked as all hell seemed to break loose. The same time I'd smashed the bottle over Payden's head had more or less coincided with when Cole smashed her fist into Ian's face, breaking his nose. I frowned at Dean, what? We so had this in the bag! Didn't we?
Dean pulled me out of the way of a punch that number 13 threw in my direction and pushed me behind him, up against the wall. I hit it hard, my balance was still off and the sudden movement had me reeling.
I'd kind of started a full on bar fight I realised and I grimaced. John was so going to kill me. Dean was blocking a few punches from the players surrounding us, I lashed out with a kick to the shin on one of them, which had me propelled back against the wall with a crash.
"Hey Sammy!" Dean roared over the crowd which had just erupted into a cloud of fists and elbows. "Little help here!" Sam's head popped up over the crowd where he was protecting himself from a few random attackers. He saw that we were surrounded and he panicked. I knew what he was going to do before he even did it.
Suddenly Sam climbed up on a table and assessed the leap, he took a breath and launched himself through the air, tackling the two guys closest to us to the ground as Dean tried to push me into the corner behind him.
"What are you doing Dean?!" I cried out, pushing him back and kicking out at the shins of a player who was swinging at Sam. "Nobody puts Beth in a corner!" I said with a grin, and Dean and Sam turned to look at each other, horrified that I'd just quoted something out of Dirty Dancing during a bar fight.
Someone hit me across the cheekbone and I smashed into Dean, his arms coming around to grasp me while Sam picked my attacker up and tossed him across the room with a roar. Dean tossed me over his shoulder and I protested, beating at his back.
"Dean! What do you think you are doing?! Put me down!" I kicked and he hoisted me into a more comfortable position. Suddenly I felt sick again and I fought off vomiting. Sam was pushing our way through the crowd toward a fire exit, and I looked up in time to see John toss what looked like one of Cole's shoes through the air, knocking the guy to the ground. I snickered, bastard had it coming.
Dean was moving as soon as we got past the majority of the crowd, Sam in front of us; he hit the door as blue lights started to flash on the other side of the bar and police officers started streaming into the bar. Yep, definitely time to go!
"Dean! Put me down now!" I yelled at him, but he ignored me, walking quickly for the Impala. Bobby, John and Cole came barrelling out of the bar behind us, running to catch up. Sam snickered as he opened the door so Dean could toss me in the back seat.
"Hey Dad!" Sam yelled out to John as he ran toward us. "Just like San Antonio all over again huh?!" He laughed and ran around to the passenger side of the car, as John reached his truck, wrenching open the door and tossing Cole inside.
"We gotta stop taking your sister drinking..." John muttered under his breath, but he tossed me a smile as I stared out the window at him like a lost puppy. Bobby was climbing into the back seat with me, rolling his eyes.
"Bunch of flaming galahs, the lot of you!" He muttered, and Dean laughed, starting up the Impala and peeling away from the bar, John not far behind.
Bobby's House
The alcohol, along with the blow to my head had finally caught up with me. I was half asleep when we reached Bobby's. Dean opened the door and I almost fell out into his arms. He sighed and caught me, lifting me effortlessly. I used the excuse of being drunk to snuggle in close to him, burying my face into his neck, I teased him a little with soft kisses that no one else would be able to see.
He groaned, and covered it up with a complaint about me being a dead weight. We got up the stairs with Sam, John and Cole trailing behind us.
My heart skipped a beat when I realised what bed I was headed for. Dean kicked open the door to the spare room and without any fanfare at all, dumped me down on the double mattress.
"I ain't carrying her up another flight of stairs, she can sleep it off here," he said in a complaining tone, but his eyes looked at me with a twinkle. I knew immediately what his game was and I bit my lip to stop from smiling.
"Best birthday ever..." I muttered while rolling into a pillow that smelled like Dean, and sighing contentedly. Dean snorted and pulled off my boots, then his hands were at my waist tugging down my jeans. This wasn't anything unusual in this family, the familiarity with each other's bodies would probably distress some more refined individuals, but for us, where bumps, bruises, cuts and worse were an every day thing, being stripped to your underwear wasn't exactly unheard of.
"You want to bunk in with her?" Dean said in Sam's direction, there was humour in his voice like he was teasing his brother.
"Hell no Dean! You got her drunk, you deal with the aftermath... I'm taking the single!" Sam said, and I looked up long enough to see he was already sitting on the single bed, pulling his shoes off. Dean rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh which I knew was put on for John who was standing around watching this all unfold. I suddenly caught a serious case of the giggles at the hilarity of the situation.
And maybe I was a little bit drunk still. Sam groaned and thumped his forehead with the palm of his hand. "God! It's gonna be like bunking in with a hyena. San Antonio all over again!" Sam said, and the memories of that night hit me and I was giggling all over again.
Sam rolled into bed with a grunt and pulled the pillow over his head.
John shook his head at me and ruffled my hair before leaving the room. "Hope you had a good birthday Bethie," he said and I smiled up at him, nodding my head through slightly blurred eyes.
"Mhmmm, I did," I murmured. Cole was standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face, she was about the only one who hadn't seen right through the big drunken act, I could tell by the way she was looking at me, and then the wink confirmed it.
She turned and headed back down to the kitchen with John not far behind her. I started giggling all over again and Sam thumped the wall. "Okay, that's it! Where is my iPod?!" He said, and he got up to rummage through his bag, pulling out his most prized possession aside from his laptop.
He put the earplugs in and then turned up his music, jumping back into bed with a grunt. Dean looked at him, a pleased expression on his face. "Well that's convenient," he said softly, looking down at me with a grin. He flipped off the light and then I felt him crawl into bed with me. I rolled over to find that he'd lost his t-shirt somewhere between the light going off and him getting into bed, I ran my hands down his chest and, testing the waters a little lower. I was feeling a lot bolder with a few margaritas into me.
My fingers grazed along the top of his boxers and I heard the sharp intake of breath that told me just how turned on he was right now. Determined hands found the ends of my lace bodice, and tugged it up over my head, there was a soft sound of it falling to the floor and I was left in the sports bra and undies I had been wearing underneath.
"Dean..." I said urgently, and he silenced my words with a kiss, moving to lie next to me on the pillow.
"Shhh," he said, "that's as far as we're going." I pulled back to look at him in the moonlight, and I frowned.
"What?" I said a little sharply.
"Shut up!" Sam called out from his spot under his pillow. I giggled and turned back to Dean.
"See?" He said, with a grin. I nodded. I got it. Even with earphones, Sam's hearing was good until he fell asleep.
He reached out to gently caress along my cheek, his touch so soft and explorative. I sighed softly and leaned in to him as his nose nudged mine. The barest whisper of breath trailed along my face as soft lips found mine, teasing a low moan from me before Dean kissed his way down my neck to my ear.
His left hand found my right and his fingers intertwined with mine, grasping my hand and bringing it to his lips to plant a kiss on.
"You're drunk," he said quietly and I nodded emphatically. I really was.
"Sorry Tink, I don't do drunk, no matter how much you want it," he whispered and I could have groaned out loud, except I was now completely paranoid about Sam in the other bed.
I sighed disappointedly and he chuckled. "Always in a hurry" he said with a grin, and I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it.
"Tease," I said with a sigh. I could feel him laughing silently beside me.
"You can talk," he said huskily into my ear. I grinned at that. Probably a fair call. I had usually been the one to let the teasing get so far and then run away screaming as soon as reality hit home.
"Not anymore," I said to him quietly, feeling myself starting to crash from the alcoholic high. I yawned and he didn't miss how tired I suddenly felt.
"Good," he said, and he kissed me again, soft, loving, and with the promise of more to come. With a happy sigh I allowed him to roll me over to face the wall, while he pressed himself up against my back, wrapping his arm around my waist. I laced my fingers through his and held his hand while I settled in to let sleep find me.
"Happy birthday," he said quietly into my ear, placing one last kiss against my neck.
"Best one ever," I said with a smile, leaning back into his warmth, closing my eyes and taking a breath. Sleep found me almost immediately.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Song for this chapter is: Alive by Becki Ryan It's so completely Beth & Dean as they start their new romance explorations.
I thought I could get this story into 2 parts, but it's going to be 3. So I will do Magnificent Seven next and get Season 3 underway, then come back to finish this.
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