Twelve

As we walked into the diner Dean had a big smile on his face that could only be described as goofy. I elbowed him forcibly in the ribs causing him to inhale suddenly.

"Dude!" he hissed, "you have sharp elbows!"

"Sorry but I had to wipe that look off your face somehow." I whispered.

"What look?" he whispered back.

"Dean you looked like the cat who ate the canary."

"Not yet I haven't." he winked and I groaned theatrically.

"Really?" I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry." he grinned.

"Yeah, you really sound it." I drawled sarcastically.

"Can you blame me? Remind me again why I have to pretend like nothing happened around the other two."

"Because one I don't think Sam likes me very much, two it has happened really really fast and three do you want to deal with the mocking and harassment from Dylan? She's been on my case ever since I met you because of how goo goo eyed I got. Can you imagine the crap we would both get if she found out?"

"Point taken." his smile dropped as we reached the booth where Sam was on his laptop and Dylan was texting. They both looked up as we approached. Dylan smiled at me before her eyes flicked across my face, she knew something was up, my face was fairly expressive and readable to most anyone, but with Dylan it might as well be a Baby's My First Word book.

"What the heck happened over there?" she queried.

"Nothing!" Dean and I both jumped in at the same time. Sam looked at us questioningly and Dylan's mouth flew open.

"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Did you guys hook up?" she squealed looking revolted.

"Jeez Dean, Bobby's going to murder you, slowly, didn't he specifically tell you not to go after Rayne?" Sam shook his head at his brother.

"HE WHAT!?" I exploded. Shooting looks at my three companions as Sam avoided my gaze sheepishly.

"No actually we didn't." Dean stated calmly. Sam looked up and let out his trademark huh in surprise.

"Wow Dean, I guess I underestimated you." he sighed. I was still furious that it seemed as though everyone else was making decisions for me. 'How dare Bobby tell Dean to back off! What I wasn't good enough for his precious surrogate son?' I seethed. Dylan must have seen the expression on my face.

"Rayne, honey, what's wrong?" she stood up and touched my shoulder but I shrugged her off. I could tell she was hurt but I was so angry I was completely irrational.

"I'm going back to the motel," I growled, turning away, "Dean, you explain!" I called out over my shoulder as I stormed out the door.

"Rayne! RAYNE!" Dylan called out, "it's an hour and a half walk and it's about to rain!" I said nothing and continued on down the street, I could smell the storm in the air. A cold breeze blew past me and I shivered, 'damn I left my jacket in the impala' I rubbed my arms to warm myself. It didn't work.

The sky had gone completely dark and large, heavy raindrops had begun to soak me before I realised I was utterly lost.

"Dang it!" I yelled, freezing to my core. From behind me I could hear footsteps, I kept walking but sped up slightly. The footsteps followed keeping pace with me. I reached into my pocket and wrapped my hand around my butterfly knife. I turned into the next alleyway, if the person behind me was just someone from the general public, I doubted they would turn down this dark, scary looking lane. If it was someone stalking me, I would find out for certain. Sure enough, as I ducked behind a dumpster, I could hear my pursuer. The steps got closer and closer, I crouched down and prepared to strike. I saw a brown boot step out and I jumped up, knife raised, ready to gank the sucker right between the eyeballs.

"Holy son of a god damned bitch!" Dean yelled leaping backwards, "Rayne? You almost shoved that knife in my face!" his eyes were wide, even in the darkened alleyway I could make out their intense green colouring. I flicked my knife closed and put it back in my pocket and put my hands on my hips, staring at him incredulously.

"I'm sorry but you follow a hunter down an alley without announcing friend or foe and you need to be aware you may end up stuck like a suckling pig. Just sayin'"

Dean grinned, " You really are feisty aren't you? You were so quiet, I thought maybe Dylan was lying about how fiery you really were. The hair colour suits you." he winked at me. It gave me butterflies again but I was still angry, I opened my mouth to speak when I noticed Dean was staring, his mouth slightly open. I followed his line of sight, I looked down and realised he was staring at my chest, my white dress shirt that was part of my FBI uniform was now completely see-through, soaked from the downpour, I also realised I was wearing a white bra and the temperature out here was frigid. I crossed my arms over my chest causing Dean to look rather disappointed.

"Ok Captain Perv, what are you doing here?" I snapped a little more harshly than I meant to.

"Rayne," Dean said softly stepping forward, " I was looking for you, you ran out so fast, we were worried. I don't know what I did to upset you, maybe I was too forward in the car." he looked down, like he was ashamed of himself. I scoffed.

"From what I've heard from Dylan, you go through girls like I go through tic tacs." in my head I was yelling at myself, 'what the hell are you doing! You wanted it as much as he did! Why are you being such a bitch?!' but outwardly I was doing all I could to get him to leave. I didn't get the reaction I was expecting though, instead of turning around and walking away Dean stepped closer, pulled off his suit jacket and put it over my shoulders. I couldn't help but smile.

"Oh my how gentlemanly of you sir'" I dragged out in a fake southern accent. Dean laughed and rubbed my shoulders. He stopped for a moment and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Rayne, I am sorry, you're a hundred percent right, if you were any other girl I would have just jumped you, but please believe me when I said I feel like you are special." he spoke so earnestly, I didn't doubt him for a second. He leant forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips and when he pulled back I moved forward and kissed him back harder. After that we almost couldn't stop ourselves, the pull was so magnetic, he pulled me closer and I could feel the heat radiating from him and a warm wave washed through me, despite the freezing air around us. He ran his hands up and down my back as I played with the hair at the nape of his neck, as I did this a small guttural growl emanated from his lips, so I did it again a little harder. He growled again and gently pushed me against the alley wall, his hands caressing my lower back. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my neck, I groaned, he had found my sensitive spot just as easily as I had found his. My knees were trembling from the sensation and I could feel his erection pushing against my leg, I ran my index finger over the tip through his pants and he moaned. We both knew where this was going, 'so much for waiting' I laughed to myself but I didn't care. He began to unbutton my shirt when I began to hear the first few chords of Thunderstruck by ACDC, I tried to ignore it but something inside me urged me to answer, that was Joshua's ringtone. He never called unless it was incredibly important. I stopped Dean reached for the phone.

"Dean I'm sorry but this is probably important, hold that thought." I apologised.

"No worries." Dean nodded and kissed my cheek.

I smiled as I answered, "Hello?" I could hear screaming in the background, I immediately tensed up.

"Rayne? Rayne? Are you there?" Joshua yelled, clearly panicked.

"Yeah I am, Joshua, what's wrong!?"

"Brookville Ohio... Looking for Thomas... Demons... Ambush... Don't trust..." he was breaking up.

"Joshua, I'm coming ok, I'm coming!" I yelled as I heard him scream and the line went dead. I looked up at Dean's concerned face before sprinting out of the alley, shirt still unbuttoned. I heard Dean's heavy boots pounding the pavement behind me.

"Rayne! Stop! Wait!" he called as he reached out, grabbing my arm and spinning me around. I had tears streaming down my face as I tried to wrench myself free.

"LET GO!" I shrieked, "I have to get to him!"

"Who?" Dean asked refusing to let me go.

"Joshua, he's in trouble, he's in Brookville Ohio, he needs me!" I felt my knees give way and Dean caught me as I went down. Dean looked down at me, a determined look on his face, then he pulled out his cell. I sobbed violently and I prayed in my head 'oh god not Joshua, please, he can't die, not with Dads anniversary tomorrow, god please no'. I heard dean talking to someone.

"Yeah Sam, get the car ready, we are heading out straight away, to Ohio, I know, yeah nine hours, Bobby's coming to get her car tomorrow," there was a long pause as I assumed Sam was speaking on the other end, "Sam, we have to! My car, my rules, so you can either come with me or find some other way around! Thanks Sam, see you in twenty." Dean hung up and helped me to my feet. I threw myself into his arms and he held me for a moment before moving me backwards and doing up my shirt.

"Come on," he pulled my hand, "let's get back, you can shower and then we can go help your friend." We began to walk and thankfully the rain had died down. I kept my hand in his, wishing that we wouldn't be too late.