I search the street for a moment, trying to find her. It's going to be very bad for both of us if something happened to her. I consider calling the guys for a moment, before I spot her. I sigh in relief. "Hey!"
She freezes in the street. I can see her looking for somewhere to go. What, does she think I'm going to kill her? She suddenly runs down an alleyway.
"No, you fucking idiot-" I try to calm myself down as I run after her. She's frantically looking for a place to go. Thank god, there's nowhere, except a turn at the end of the pavement. She takes a step forward, but I catch her, slamming her against the wall. Alarm bells ring in my head, reminding me that I'm not hunting something right now, I'm trying to make sure she doesn't do something stupid and get hurt. "You think you can just do that?" I whisper in her ear, before backing away from her and running a hand through my hair. "Sorry, that was shitty. But, you gotta chill out." Her eyes are wide.
"What?" She crosses her arms. God, what a fucking moron.
"Are you absolutely crazy?" I pull her hoodie away from her, completely shocked at what she had on underneath the whole time. "You CAN'T just walk around at night like that. There are crazy assholes out there! What is wrong with you?" I shove the hoodie back at her chest, running my fingers through my hair again and trying to calm myself down. "Fuck," I sigh, remembering that I'm supposed to be on a hunt. "Wait until they hear about this." My hand falls to my side and I look back up at Alyssa. "What the hell am I gonna do with you?"
A look of sudden realization comes onto her face. She looks dazed for a moment before finally replying.
"I just want to go home." As soon as she says it, she looks like she can't even believe herself. "Wait - no I don't. I want to go probably anywhere but home." Fuck, she looks incredible in that outfit. It doesn't occur to me that I'm staring like a creep until she opens her mouth.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I was literally about to ask you the same thing." All I can focus on are her lips. I try to stop myself, biting my nails. Look at her, she has literally no experience in the real world. Eventually, I just give in. "Oh, what the hell," I groan, taking a step towards her.
Her lips are warm. Most people's lips are warm, of course, but for some reason, it stands out. Maybe it's because I'm freezing. My mind loses control, my arms boxing her against the wall.
Suddenly, she's pushing me away from her, breathing heavily. I run both hands through my hair, leaning against the opposite wall and trying to calm myself down. I look across the alley as she stands straight up. She looks a little scared to do anything. I sigh and push myself off the wall. "Sorry," I say immediately. "I'm assuming that wasn't an okay thing for you?"
She frowns. "No!" I recoil a bit. "I mean, that… was an okay thing for me! Just," she looks around at our surroundings for a moment. "Not here," she concludes.
"Oh," I stand up straight, pinching the bridge of my nose and closing my eyes. "What now, then?"
"What do you mean, 'what now'?"
My eyes shoot open. I rest my hands on her shoulders. "I mean," I say, shaking my head a little too much. "What do you want to do now?" I think for a moment. "If you were okay with that, we could go and get back to it somewhere else." I'm hoping the casual tone of my voice masks how much I'm hoping she'll say yes. "If not," I pull myself away from her, shrugging. "I could walk you home. It's probably not all that safe here at night."
She's just staring at me. "Where else could we go?"
I smile. "I have a motel, just a couple blocks down." The thought of Sam and Dean being there while I'm trying to have some private time almost makes me sick. "I'm… sharing it with a couple people, but I could get us some time alone?"
She blinks, narrowing her eyes at me. "Are you asking to have sex with me, Mickey?"
I'm so affronted, I can't even laugh. I can only stand and stare at her. Is she for real? Eventually, I decide she is. "Yes. That is exactly what I'm doing."
She practically starts bouncing on the spot. "Oh, my goodness," she squeals. "How far is the motel? Let's go."
I have to steady myself for a moment. "Wait, hold on, are you a virgin? You're seventeen, right?" She looks at me like it doesn't matter either way.
"Yes, and yes. Let's go," she begs, pulling me by the sleeve of my sweater. After a moment, I realize I should probably take the lead. I step in front of her, grinning.
"It would be a god damn honor to help fix that, miss Showman," I breathe.