After several days of driving, sleazy motel rooms, and non-stop burgers and fries, the trio of hunters made their way inside to the comfort of the bunker. Dean carried the weapons while Eva and Sam brought the pizza and beer inside.
"God it's good to be home," Dean set the duffle on the floor and opened a beer. For some reason it always tasted that much better at home than it did on the road.
"Agreed," nodded Sam as he reached over for a slice of pizza. Eva wedged herself in between the two brothers to grab a piece and a beer before making her way to the couch.
"My stitches are so itchy," she complained as she took a bite.
"Well that's good, that means you're healing up nice," Dean held up his beer. She shook her head with a smile and returned the gesture. The three ate and drank; reluctant to talk about the case they couldn't get to in time. Eva looked through the bag of items she took from Sarah's house before they left.
"So what did you take?" Sam questioned as he sat next to her on the couch.
"Other than the guitar? Just little things… photos, a petrified starfish and some seashells, a pair of beat up old Minnie Mouse ears," she closed her eyes and took a breath. "But speaking of all this stuff, I should really put it away so nothing gets broken."
"Need a hand?" Dean asked.
"Not really, but I'll take one," she grinned and picked up the bag and the guitar case then headed down the hall. Dean entered the room behind her and examined the guitar case as he sat on the bed.
"So do you actually know how to play?" he asked, raising his beer to his lips and taking a sip.
"Of course I do, I did have a life before hunting…sorry…" she trailed off before finishing her sentence. Dean shook his head.
"You don't have to be sorry."
"Really? Because I feel like a colossal asshole."
"Really. I've had more than enough time to deal with it."
"I guess…Hey…I know I've never really asked or anything but um…what was he like? My dad I mean," she asked as she set out photos on the desk. Dean took a breath. Even though Bobby hadn't been family, he was the closest thing to a father outside the real thing.
"Bobby was…" he smiled a little, "Bobby was fiercely loyal, the best researcher and resource for knowledge about anything and everything we come across. One of the best hunters I've ever known…and he was family. He's the one that said to me that family don't end with blood."
"It's nice to see that rubbed off on someone," she smiled at him and moved the guitar off the bed to the corner of the room.
"Other than Sam, he was one of the only people I trusted with my life."
"I wish I could have met him," she casually shut the door, then sat beside the eldest Winchester. She was so close he could feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. Dean ran a hand through his hair and stood up to put the now empty beer bottle on the desk.
"So um, yeah, music?" he suggested.
"Dean?"
"Yes?"
"Breathe."
"Oh I'm uh, I'm breathing alright," he nodded as she stood up to face him, moving closer and slipping her fingertips gently into the waistband of his jeans. He let out a shaky breath as his hand made it's way to her waist.
"I want you," she stated simply, "I know we both have a shitty track record for this kind of thing, but I don't care anymore."
" You don't?"
"No," she replied, kissing him passionately and moving her fingers to the buckle of his belt. His other hand quickly found her waist and tugged at her t-shirt. She pulled away for a moment and lifted her arms to get the shirt off, then moved her hands back down to the waistline of his jeans, fumbling with the belt buckle, smiling to herself as she loosened the belt and tugged open his pants. Within moments, their clothes were strewn across the floor. Dean picked her up and laid her gently back onto the bed, kissing her passionately then dragging his lips and tongue over her breasts. She moaned softly as he dipped his fingers between her legs, circling her clit slowly, adding more pressure with each round. She arched her back, gripping the sheets as he swiftly replaced the two digits with his tongue, continuing his steady rhythm of circles as his hands rested firmly on her hips.
"Oh god, please," she groaned, gripping her eyes shut as her toes curled. His face moved from between her legs back to hers, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him hard.
"You sure?"
"God yes," she whispered. He reached over to grab a condom from his wallet sitting on the nightstand then rolled it on, and teased her with the tip of his hardened length. He pinned her leg up to the bed and entered her slowly with a low groan as he felt her inner walls tighten around him. Her hips involuntarily bucked against his as he penetrated her repeatedly, each time going deeper and deeper. He reached his hand behind her back to pull her closer to him as he throbbed inside of her. She pulled her captive leg free from his grip then wrapped them both around his waist.
"Oh fuck," he sputtered, as she arched her back and tightened her muscles around him even harder. She knew he was ready to cum, but wanted to postpone it just a few moments longer until she could join him.
"Don't cum yet, I'm almost there," she breathed as he cradled her hips. He nodded and swallowed hard as he sped up and slowed down then sped up again. She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his skin as her climax took over. She pressed against him as she came hard around him.
"Fuck Eva," he moaned as he spilled his seed, shuddering against her warm flesh as he collapsed onto his forearms.
"Holy shit," she panted as she fell back against the pillow. His lips met hers over and over again before he pulled out and rolled onto his back.
"Holy shit is right," he grinned up at the ceiling then turned to face her. She grinned and sat up slightly, studying him. "What is it?"
"We're doing that again. A lot," she stated as she lay back down in the crook of his arm.
"Oh are we?" He kissed her head and laced her fingers with his. There was a sudden sound in the room before the two were graced with a familiar (and extremely unwelcome at the moment) voice.
"Dean," Castiel stood awkwardly staring at them. Eva screamed and yanked the blankets over them.
"What the HELL are you DOING IN HERE?!" she shrieked.
"Dean asked me to."
"Get out!"
"But it's about the deal Crowley wanted to offer," he moved closer. Dean held up a hand, unable to look the angel directly in the eye.
"Cas why don't you let Sam know, and give us a few minutes to get decent."
"Oh…Yes of course," he replied before disappearing.
"He has no boundaries, does he?" Eva asked as she got out of bed, tugging on her underwear and Dean's t-shirt.
"No, not really," he replied, pulling on his boxers and jeans, "but if he's got something that's a good sign," he kissed her head again before opening the bedroom door for her. She nodded and the two made their way down the hall and into the living room.
"So what's the word, hummingbird?" she asked the awkward angel in the trench coat.
"There's a prophecy," he said simply, as he sat down.
"What kind of a prophecy?" Dean asked.
"You aren't going to like it," the angel stated then looked to Eva. She raised an eyebrow.
"Well? What is it? Is it about Sarah? Can we get her back?" she sounded full of hope for the first time in a week.
"Yes," Cas hesitated for a moment, "but this prophecy. It's about you."
