Note (: I wasn't trying to make this slut central, so I didn't get graphic. Review people! I'll love you forever!
Another night, another motel. Dean sighed and washed his hands, looking up at the mirror. His skin seemed stretched taut over his bones. His eyes were tired but wide-open. Dean wiped his hands on the towel and came out.
Bella sat on a bed, legs dangling off an end of it. She glanced up at him. "Well, Dean. This night was certainly a bit of a mess. Luck to your brother. How long until Sam gets back?"
"Soon, I hope."
"It really kills you that much to be with me here along? Even though I really did help?"
"Bella," Dean sat opposite her, gazing into her eyes, "you're a heartless little skank. You jack people money for your own benefit."
She rolled her eyes, wondering why she'd started the lecture. "If only you knew." She kicked her stiletto's off and swung her legs on the bed.
"Knew what?"
"Wake me up when Sam gets back." Bella rolled over on her side, giving Dean a satisfying glimpse of her ass before she pulled the covers up to her neck. Her eyes closed as she shifted, trying to get comfortable. Without realizing it, her mind took her back to a time she didn't want to remember.
The room was dark, only a bare bulb on a lamp. Bella sat on a bed, and from her vantage point, she could clearly make out the specks of dust coating the bulb. Its harsh yellow glare hurt her eyes. She was tired, so tired. The room was briefly lit up by a bolt of lightning outside, and Bella cringed at the following thunder. Rain hit the window in sheets. The door creaked open, and she flinched at the sight. Her stepfather came in, a disgusting and hungry smile on his face. He took her hand, and already she was crying…crying…
…crying.
"Bella! Bella, hey!" Dean's rough voice broke through her thoughts. He shook her gently, and Bella realized her face was wet with tears. She opened her eyes, looking into his concerned expression. "You okay? Nightmare?"
Bella shuddered once, and then again. This time, she didn't stop. Her teeth chattered and she breathed faster. She tried to stop, but nothing worked.
Dean wrapped his arms around her shaking frame. "You're okay. You're fine. Don't worry, whatever it was is gone now. You're with me now." He soothed her.
Bella put her face into his shoulder, inhaling deeply and not caring that his shirt getting damp with her tears. She was still sobbing when Dean pulled her into his arms completely. He was worried, very worried. This wasn't the Bella he knew, the cheeky smart-ass.
This was a tired-of-life Bella. One he had always looked for and ever found when searching for proof she was human. The weak one.
The real one.
"Ssh, ssh. You're safe with me." He told her firmly, wiping away her tears with his thumb.
"Y-y-ou know what the thing about a ch-ch-ameleon is, Dean? After a-a while, they forget what color they started out."
And then, almost comically, they both realized how close to each other they were. The tips of their noses touched. Dean leaned closer toward her. She didn't protest when his lips touched her salty ones.
She returned the kiss. Her hysterics, the shock and tears, melted away. Her arms circles around his neck, caressing the back of his neck. His soft as a baby hair. A moan that started out deep in Dean's chest escaped him as he kissed her neck. Bella could feel him through his jeans. The denim of her own jeans seems too tight, and Bella felt warmth.
Dean lifted her up and her legs twined around his waist. She tightened her grip on him as he fell back onto the bed. Bella fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as he shrugged out of his jacket. Feeing his arms, Deans hands went to her waist, tugging her jeans down.
Their jeans and shirts lay on the ground; both were shocked by how cold- how good- the air seemed on their skin. They burned inside and out. He had a good body. Obviously Dean worked out. And he thought the same of her toned thighs, flat stomach. Bella ran a hand across his abs. Tight, full 6-pack. Deans entire body rippled and he bit her earlobe. She grinned in anticipation. Her back arched as he entered, moving rhythmically together.
Outside their window, snow began to fall from the sky that was a bizarre color- somewhere between blue, gray, and pink. The temperature was freezing, but neither of them inside realized it.