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Chapter 7: Bloodlust Part 1

"Hey, wake up sleepy head."

I moaned shifting over in the bed. I buried my head under one of the pillows and refused to open my eyes. I don't care how sweet Dean sounded; my internal clock was telling me it wasn't past eight. I could feel him kneel on the bed and lay down next to me, gently stroking my hair. I knew what was coming next; he'd made me breakfast, second week in a row. Ever since he had had that breakdown and I had put him to bed, he wouldn't stop doing things for me. Its not that I minded or anything, he was trying to make up for the week he'd been a total asshole and hey, its heaven to wake up to chocolate chip pancakes for two weeks in a row. If he wanted to slave himself over the stove or whatever thing else he wanted to do to apologize I wasn't going to stop him. I'd be crazy to.

"Hey, come on, I made you pancakes."

I pulled my head out under the pillow and opened my eyes slowly. "Chocolate chip ones?" My voice was rough from sleep.

He smiled and rolled his eyes, kissing me on the forehead. "Do you eat any other kind?"

I shook my head no and leaned onto his shoulder almost falling back asleep. "No, but I do eat chocolate chip waffles."

I could literally feel his eye roll. "I don't make waffles, you traitor."

"I'm tired." I grumbled, rubbing my face against his neck and t-shirted shoulder. It was nice to smell the strong scent of cinnamon but he smelled like chocolate too, which was funny since he had probably gotten it from making my breakfast. He soaked up scents like a sponge, which is a good and bad thing when you think about it.

"Where were you last night? I heard you crawl into bed around three."

"I was up watching a zombie movie with Sam. Remind me never to let him pick the movie." I said and he smiled slightly but I could feel it falter. I pulled back to look at him but he didn't say anything. I could tell he wanted to but for some reason when he saw my face he didn't. "What is it?"

He shook his head, rubbing a hand over his face. "Spending a lot of time with Sam lately huh?"

You could tell by the way he said it and by the way his head hung that he wasn't jealous. He was concerned. He was afraid that all this work he spent trying to apologize wasn't doing anything and that he was loosing me nonetheless. It was true, I was spending a lot of time with Sam but I wasn't falling in love with him.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him down on the bed, moving my one leg over his abdomen to straddle him. "Shut up, you know I'm crazy about you." I said smiling.

Dean shrugged, not looking at me but playing with the ends of my shorts. "I just, I don't know, I felt like I screwed everything up."

I leaned down slightly, brushing my lips over his. I slid my hands along his chest and squeezed his shoulders as I lifted his chin and kissed him. I ran my tongue over his lips as his slid into my mouth and pushed against the inside of my cheeks hungrily. It was amazing how much of a chill went up my spine but my body was blazing hot everywhere else. He pushed his hands against my back and slid them all the way down to my waist, stroking my skin as he pushed my shirt up.

Dean grabbed my waist with one arm and I squealed as he suddenly rolled me over and he was on top. I smiled at him as he leaned down for another kiss. "Does this feel like you messed everything up?" I asked him and he hesitated.

"I just don't want to loose you, I almost did." He said quietly, kissing my neck.

I shook my head no. "No, you didn't."

I said that for comforting purposes. Honestly, he almost had. The anger, the flirting with Jo, the way he never looked at me or they way he totally forgot about caring about me for a whole week. It hurt more then he ever knew. But he was trying so hard to apologize and he was smiling now, which a week ago I'd never thought I'd see him do again. And it wasn't like I didn't want to be with him.

"Uh, there's apparently chocolate chip pancakes down here." Sam yelled up. "And they're going to be gone if someone doesn't make herself present in the next five minutes!"

I smiled, kissing Dean's chin. "Did someone mention that they loved me and made me chocolate chip pancakes?" I asked mischievously and Dean grinned.

"Well I mentioned the last part…." He leaned down to place a deep kiss on my lips. "I love you." He said pulling back and hauling me up off the bed.

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "I know." I kissed his cheek as we headed down the stairs. "And I love you too."

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"Hey, those are mine!" I yelled as Sam took two of my pancakes and put them on his plate. He smiled pulling the plate out of reach. "I was down here in five minutes."

"Five minutes and thirty two seconds." Sam informed.

I looked at Dean incredulously. If Sam had actually been timing I was going to smack him in the head with a syrupy pancake.

"Well we got a little side tracked on the stairs." I said giggling as Dean came towards me and wrapped an arm around my waist. He buried his nose in my hair and I smiled as kisses were placed on my shoulder.

Sam rolled his eyes and shoved the plate in my hands. He did it kind of forcefully too because the pancakes slid and almost hit me in my chest.

"Geez Sam." I said at his sudden attitude and sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. "If you want one that bad I'll give you one." He didn't say anything as he sat down and poured himself some orange juice. "Are you okay?"

He looked up as Dean pulled away from me and went to get some coffee. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired I guess." He grumbled.

I saw that Dean was looking at him from out of the corner of his eye as he poured coffee in his glass and I noticed that Sam was averting his eyes from meeting his. What the hell was wrong with these two? After all this time I was thinking that Dean getting better would be better for everyone, but as Dean got better Sam seemed to get more irritated and upset. I didn't get it and I was about to bring it up in front of the both of them but Sam mentioned something about a job he found. So I listened to that instead.

"What?" I asked. My day dreaming had cut off Sam's first sentence.

He sighed and started over. "I said, up in Red Lodge, Montana, people have been finding a lot of dead cows and severed heads."

"Ew." I grimaced and looked around to see where Dean was. He was at the fridge; I'm guessing trying to find the milk.

"You want the butter?"

I turned and smiled at him and nodded. I could see a slight tilt of Sam's eyes and he cleared his throat. "So what do you think?"

"I think you should take some pills or see a doctor for that attitude adjustment." Dean said grouchily, plopping the butter on the table as he sat in the chair next to me.

"Dean…" I tried, looking at him with tired eyes. No, come on. We couldn't start fights now; everything was coming back together again. But I guess when one Winchester wasn't happy, no one was happy. Dean had proved that.

"I told you, I'm tired." Sam said testily. Didn't take knowing Sam really well to know that so wasn't the problem.

"That's bullshit Sammy; I think we both know what this is." Dean said angrily, standing up from his chair. When his chair skid back that's when Sam stood up as well, although he hit the table and made it shake. Various items fell on the floor and that's when I'd had enough.

"Alright, how about until I know what the hells going on we back the hell off? Okay?" I asked getting in between both. I pushed on Dean's chest and he let me back him off of Sam. Geez, there must have been testosterone in the coffee this morning. Sam reluctantly back off and turned around and headed into the living room. "What's his problem?" I asked, looking after where he had gone.

"Andy, you're not stupid." Dean said harshly. When I looked at him a bit hurt by the comment he softened his voice. "He likes you." He said plainly and I looked confused. "I mean, he really likes you."

I looked at my hands and shook my head. Sam? My best friend liked me more than a friend? He couldn't….oh God. The way he's been so nice to me and the way he wanted to know if I was getting back together with Dean. The way he wanted Dean to know how lucky he was to have me. I could have literally smacked myself up against the head and Dean nodded as he saw the realization play over my face.

"Yeah…" He said quietly and kissed me on the lips as he left to go upstairs. I sighed and ran a hand over my face and looked at the table. I couldn't even eat my pancakes.

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"You're not gonna eat those pancakes I slaved over?" Dean asked me with a smile as he slipped a shirt over his head. I rolled my eyes and leaned my back against the bedroom door as I closed it. "You better start getting dressed, were heading out as soon as I'm done here."

"I seriously didn't know how Sam felt about me." I said quietly, ignoring Dean's statement to get ready. I wanted him to know how I felt about him, how I've always felt about him. If there was even a little percentage of doubt we wouldn't work. I honestly hadn't noticed that Sam had liked me that way; I just thought he was being extra nice because I was on the verge of breaking from Dean. It wasn't like I hadn't enjoyed the comfort. But that's all I saw it as: comfort. There wasn't one spark in me that wanted Sam that way. He was a wonderful person and he'd make a girl insanely happy one day, but my heart screamed Dean.

Dean nodded, coming over to where I was leaning against the door. He sighed and ran a hand through my hair and then cupped my cheek. "Well, now you know." He paused and I practically feel the sentence he was trying to say. "Anything you want to tell me?"

I almost rolled my eyes. How could he think that? "What like I don't love you anymore?" I asked jokingly because the question was utterly ridiculous to me. But apparently he was totally serious and somewhat hurt by the statement and I instantly felt horrible for saying it. "I'm sorry." I said quietly, reaching my own hand up to stroke his cheek as his hand fell from my face.

I pushed my lips against his and I felt him push me back against the door. He ran his hands over my sides and pushed my shirt up over my head. I felt my legs push against him and felt a whole lot more of him push against me as he lifted me up off the floor and I encircled my legs around his waist.

"What happened to we have to leave soon?" I asked as he lowered me on the bed.

"I figured the kiss was an invite for a little detour." He said giving me a huge smile and lifted me up by my back and unhooked my bra. I started reaching my hands down and unbuckling the belt he just put on and then pulled down his pants.

"I just put these on ya know." He was trying to sound irritated but that was bullshit; he was helping me pull them down.

"Oh, you're right, you want me to pull them back up?" I asked between the meshing of our lips. I heard the pants fall on the floor and pushed my hands into his boxers. He moaned in sudden pleasure and I knew he was far from thinking anything about clothes.

The moans against my mouth were driving me crazy and my stomach felt like it was on fire. He pushed down his boxers and then worked on getting my own shorts down, which was harder then you would think. We were so focused on what our lips were doing that our hands got tangled and stopped the action of removing my underwear. I groaned in frustration as I felt him brush against the cotton and pushed him over so he was on his back and I was on top of him.

"Gotta learn how to work foreplay babe." He drawled out sitting up to rub his hands over my back as I worked my underwear off.

I finally got them off and they ended up on the pile of clothes on the floor as he started kissing and nibbling the skin on my neck. "I hate foreplay." I moaned as he continued and I felt him hard and lifelike against my blazing skin.

I felt him smile against me. "It doesn't seem to be bothering you." He said quietly and I pushed him down on the bed. I felt him take control and groaned as he slid into me. We slowly started to rock as his hands played everywhere over my body, pinching little parts of skin because his mouth was too busy driving my own crazy.

We rolled again, laughing as we almost landed on the floor. We did manage to knock over many of the items on the nightstand however. "Hey, watch it, the lamp falls over and Bobby's gonna be pissed." I said in between pants as Dean got faster and faster.

He was trying not to moan as he talked. "You're thinking about Bobby right now?"

I giggled, pushing my lips onto his. He was gaining momentum and I could feel it build inside me like water boiling over a pot on a stove. One sudden jerk set me off and I nearly screamed as I felt my insides erupt. Dean pushed his lips over mine, completely covering my mouth and swallowing the scream. He was close; he was trembling against me and small moans and whimpers were vibrating against my lips. It made me clutch the bed sheets and I bucked my hips into his, sending him reeling. That's all it took. He roared against me, pushing in again to stroke out the lasting euphoria.

Dean finally collapsed against me, breathing heavily and kissing the skin above my breasts. I smiled as I rubbed my nose against his hair and stroked his sweat streaked back.

"I love you." I said gently. "And if you have no idea how much, I will drag you out of this bed and kill you." It was an empty threat, seeing as how I was falling asleep from the work preformed.

He chuckled gently and it rumbled against my chest. He leaned off of me and laid against the pillow, pulling me onto his chest as I closed my eyes. He ran a hand through my hair and kissed my head. "I love you too and we can't get blood on the carpet. Bobby will kill us."

"You're thinking about Bobby right now?" I asked, mocking him from earlier.

He just laughed and stroked my arms and shoulders, pulling the blankets over me as sleep finally won me over.

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Dean woke me back up around an hour later, swearing as he did so. Apparently Sam was pissed that we hadn't left yet but now knowing the situation, I'm guessing it was a bit deeper than that. Dean threw some clothes at me and I groggily put them on. He pulled me up out of bed and squeezed my hand as he grabbed his leather jacket and put it over his arm.

"Come on, we wouldn't want Sam to have an aneurism or anything!" He screamed the last part as we descended the stairs, trying to make a point to Sam. "It'd be a damn shame if it was quiet."

I winced at the angry expression over Sam's face as we passed him and headed to the car. He followed us out and looked at us annoyingly as he got in the passenger seat. "Well, if everyone could actually keep things in their pants we wouldn't be late."

We were heading to the Sheriffs to talk about dead cows for Christ's sake. "It's not like it's an appointment Sam." I said quietly, not wanting to fight with him. I didn't want us to be like this now. Me and Dean against Sam. It was tiresome and I wasn't going to do it, even though I had a feeling it was unavoidable.

"We still have a job to do Andy, and your personal business shouldn't be getting in the way of that." Sam yelled, looking angrily back at me. I could see Dean grip the steering wheel as he started the car; Sam was practically begging for an argument. I knew he was upset about me and Dean, but this was so not the way to handle it. All this would do is upset me and anger Dean.

"What she does with her own personal time is none of your business." Dean spat. I think it was one of those times I just didn't want him to stick up for me. But what could I do? I didn't know what to say to Sam.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as Sam continued the argument, escalating it far past what it should have went. How come I could handle my anger but when testosterone reached above thirty percent guys couldn't handle themselves?

"Well we all know why you're inserting yourself in her personal business Dean." Sam replied cockily, inferring Dean was only in this relationship for one reason and one reason only; the sex.

"That's it." Dean slammed on the breaks, making the seatbelt jerk at my collar bone. But before I could even register that all I saw was Dean haul himself out of the car, Sam in tow. This was so not good. I got out as quick as I could, trying to differ between the shouts. It was all the same bullshit, I didn't believe one word of either side. They were just trying to make each other look bad and I rolled my eyes. Men. Couldn't live with them and you couldn't pound them full of rock salt.

"Stop it!" I finally yelled, pushing both if them away from each other. "If neither of you can't be around each other for more than ten minutes while I'm here, I'm going back to Bobby's." A headache was forming and I started to feel my head pound. I massaged my temples for a moment and looked at them. "Understand?" I asked and they both nodded meekly.

Sam swore quietly and got back into the passenger seat as Dean kissed my forehead. I couldn't even enjoy the soft kisses and touches anymore until this was settled. It felt like it was all one big show to piss off Sam. Dean saw Sam turn his head away and I could see his fists clench at his sides. He was just starting to get on with his life; day by day he was starting to become less angry and depressed about his father and this was just back lashing him.

All I knew was I had to settle this soon because things were getting blown out of proportion and I knew it wasn't long before words weren't needed and fists flying would do the talking.

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