A Chance Meeting
Chapter 7
Feelings
Sam sat on the couch when Dean walked in. "So you and Hazel have a nice ride?"
"If I'm not mistaken Dean, that's not your business."
Dean sat on the couch, Annie lay between them. He patted her rump and saw her tail start up again. "Max and I had a very long talk."
Sam snorted, "You mean you had a touchy feely conversation with someone. Yea right."
Dean hit Sam with a pillow, "It wasn't touchy feely. Max just wanted to know what kind of guy you are. I told him he had nothing to worry about. That you were a gentleman."
Sam looked shocked, "You said that about me? Why?"
Dean rolled his eyes, "On come on Sammy. You have been flirting with that girl since she pulled your ass out of the river. Hell, a blind man could see you have feelings. And I gotta say, it's about damn time too. No offence to Jess but how long has it been since you got yourself any?" Dean held up a hand before Sam could answer, "That was a rhetorical question. The fact is that maybe this little fling would be good for you."
Sam laughed, "This coming from the guy with a girl in every town." Sam scooted Annie out of his lap; she gave him a dirty look. "Dean I appreciate that you are actually talking about feelings, I really do. Lord knows that's not your style." Dean was watching his brother. "Hazel isn't just a lay for me. There is something different. I can't explain it, but it's not just me wanting to have her jump my bone."
He turned to walk out and saw Hazel standing right there with a HUGE grin on her face, "Talk about coming in the middle of a conversation. 'Jump my bone.'" She laughed but it wasn't to make fun of Sam. "I haven't heard it referred to it as that in a very long time."
Sam was turning a very deep shade of red as he looked back at Dean, "How long was she standing there?"
Dean was grinning from ear to ear, "About the time you mentioned she wasn't just a lay for you."
Sam turned back to Hazel stuttering, "it wasn't meant like that… I mean there was more to the conversation."
Hazel tried to look as if she was upset or mad but she couldn't stop from snickering behind her hand. "Oh don't worry about it Sam. That's what I get for walking in the middle of it." She stepped up to him and took his face, "But I will say, I am very glad I'm not just a lay for you."
That was the last straw, Sam jumped after Dean, "Your Dead Dean!"
This dinner was a lot more entertaining then last night, most of the conversation was about the Wampus Cat, and how they were going to kill it. It was decided pretty early and after a very heated argument, that Hazel would jog down the path and hopefully the think would go after her. Sam, Dean and Max would be on the side of the path ready to back her up. Max and Sam had both argued against this plan but Hazel could debate them under the table and they both ended up agreeing it was the best plan yet.
Hazel broke out their dad's best wine. She figured he wouldn't miss it. They were all pretty light headed by the time Hazel informed them that she was taking a shower and heading off to bed. She kissed Max on the cheek and wished him a good night.
Hazel stepped out of the shower, thinking about how the hunt with Sam tomorrow was going to be. There had been those moments, in the kitchen, at the computer, and on the bike trail, when Hazel was sure he would kiss her. She touched her lips, thinking about what could have been. She caught herself in the mirror
"This is foolish," she said to her reflection. She wrapped the towel around her body, opting to leave her hair wet down, and unlocked the door. Sam was standing on the other side, towel wrapped low around his waist. Hazel blushed. "Oh. Sorry. Thought you were in bed by now."
Sam smiled, clearly getting a kick out of her modesty. "Not yet thought I would take a quick shower. Dean was complaining how bad I stunk."
Hazel smiled but refused to meet his eyes. She took a mock sniff and covered her nose with one hand, "Yea I can see what he means."
She stepped aside and let him pass her. She went to her room, closed the door and leaned against it. "Again I say this is foolish." She straightened up and went to her drawers to find something to sleep in, when there was a soft knock at the door. She quickly grabbed her robe, slipped off the towel and tied the robe around her.
She opened the door and was surprised to see Sam standing there, clearly not having taken a shower. "Could I talk to you for a second?"
Hazel nodded weakly and let him in. His scent was strong and filled her nose, sending a shiver down her spine. She took a steadying breath then closed the door and turned towards him. His lips were on hers before she could ask him what he wanted to talk about. His hand held the back of her neck, holding her mouth to his while the other was at the small of her back, pulling her into him.
He withdrew and smiled down at her. "Been wanting to do that ever since you pulled me out of the river." He brushed back a wet strain of her hair, tucking it behind her ear as he had seen her do countless times.
Hazel looked into his beautiful eyes and caressed his face. "I've been waiting for you to do that too." She grinned and he devoured her mouth.