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Chapter 43: Roadkill Part 1
I shifted in the sheets, turning over on my back. The sun was eating its way past the shitty colored curtains and straining my still closed eyes. That just gave me another incentive not to wake up. Besides, last night had been such an awesome relaxation that I didn't want it to end. I smiled slightly; but at least I had more relaxation ahead of me. Last night was just the first on the list. My stomach jumped excitedly. I couldn't wait to see what other things Sam and Dean had planned.
I wondered what time it was because if it was late I was wondering why Sam hadn't woken us up yet. Or maybe he wasn't up himself. It didn't feel like he was next to me but I was against looking that way since the sun was trying to push itself into my eyelids. On Dean's side it was dark and warm, since no curtains were over by him, just the bathroom. So I turned my head and took a deep breath, detecting cinnamon. Then I heard him shift slightly and let out a muffled snore. I slightly opened an eyelid and saw him, face down, into the pillow. I giggled slightly and reached out to stroke that amazing brown ruffled hair of his.
He moved at the touch and turned into my open hand, murmuring something. He shifted onto his back and let out a deep breath. For a moment I thought he was waking up but then he turned on his side again, facing me and inching closer in his sleep. I wondered if he always moved this much in his sleep or if it was just because I was touching him and his internal clock was starting to realize it wasn't night anymore. Did I move much in my sleep? I couldn't remember a time when I hadn't fallen asleep on Dean and hadn't woken up in the same spot. Of course any time I was asleep on him he usually had this grip around my waist and any time I moved he tightened his hold. Even when I was asleep and some of the world was awake around me I was supposed to feel safe. And because of him and Sam, I did.
I was debating on heading back to sleep again; I think it was the only constant fact. A day of relaxation meant I could do that right? Especially if the relaxation day was for me? If Sam was awake, which I'm guessing he was since the clock on Dean's bedside said 9:30 AM, he'd be waking us up as soon as he got back from getting coffee or breakfast. My stomach growled in anticipation of waffles or hashbrowns. I hoped he was getting both.
I pulled my hand out from under Dean's head and he mumbled something again. I ran my index finger along his warm, pink tinted cheekbones and gently dipped down the bridge of his nose after that. He scrunched it cutely as I got to the bottom of his nose and I smiled, gently tickling the area for a moment. He scrunched it again and moved it from side to side, trying to rid himself of whatever was irritating his nose. Finally he brought up his hand and swatted mine away and I let out a little giggle as he continued to hold onto my hand. But he still wasn't awake; he seemed to be a pretty heavy sleeper when he wanted to be. I watched his chest go up and down as swift air left and gathered in his nostrils. The man was absolutely beautiful sleeping. How do you accomplish something like that without even putting any effort into it?
I rolled over on my back, stretching my arms up over my head as I yawned. I let the sunlight win and enter my eyes. The room was a slight green color but the sun made everything look slightly shiny and golden. I rubbed my eyes and massaged my temples for a moment. Maybe Dean and Sam would take me to the mall today or some type of restaurant. It was freezing out so I was way against doing something outside. Although the last time we had casually played football it hadn't gone well. I was glad my cold seemed to be clearing up and that I wasn't in any way nauseas. Although, that just might have meant that my morning sickness would wait to strike later and ruin the hell out of my relaxation day. I rolled my eyes; perfect.
I yawned again and was about to curl into Dean and just fuck the notions of waking up when he turned over instead. His broad chest connected with my abdomen and he nestled his head on my T-shirted chest, nuzzling his way in between my chin and my breasts. He pushed his nose in to the fabric, his arm lazily thrown over my waist. I smiled sweetly and kissed his head and he grumbled and shifted. The guy couldn't be woken up with a slight nudge but was bothered by a kiss? Unbelievable. Although the bed and Dean were unbelievably warm and I wanted him to somehow stay draped on my body like that for as long as possible, maybe I could convince him into getting up and getting a shower with me. I'd rather do that than have Sam wake him up by slamming the motel door. You wouldn't believe how one little thing like that could make Dean grouchy all day. Besides, trading dry and warm for wet and warm seemed like a pretty good choice.
"Dean." I whispered. His reply was some type of cross between a groan and an adorable sleepy noise. "Babe?" I asked, kissing his head. "You gonna get up soon?"
He shook his head and buried his face in my shirt. He sighed, his hot breath seeping through the fabric and heating a certain spot of skin just beside my breasts. "No." He grumbled. "Five more minutes."
I smirked. "It's already 9:45."
"9:50, Andy." He sounded annoyed, but I knew he was just plain tired. I mean, between the job and my pregnancy, with its stupid morning sickness that happened in the middle of the night and my annoying mood swings during the day? Of course he was tired. So maybe I just should have let him sleep. It's not like I hadn't gotten a shower by myself before, even though the water feels so much warmer and soothing when Dean was there with me.
I tried to maneuver myself out from under Dean but he wouldn't budge. Actually, he was tightening that hold around my waist. "No, stay here." He said sleepily. "You're warm."
"You cold?" I asked, pulling the sheets up over his shoulders. I rubbed his back for a moment, dipping my hand in between his muscular shoulder blades. I felt him shift slightly, not really a different position from the one he was in, and stretch his legs. He tangled them with my own with a tired sigh. Well, I definitely couldn't move now.
"Yes, I'm cold." He answered, like his groggy brain had just realized I had asked a question. "Stay here or I run the risk of freezing to death."
I giggled, kissing his head again. "You're such a drama queen."
He poked me in the one side and I jerked into him. "Am not."
"It's like, sixty four degrees in here, if that Dean. You won't freeze to death."
"Fine, they stay here because you're comfy." He replied drowsily. "Five more minutes."
"Babe, come on. We have to get up. Sam's gonna be back soon with food and he's gonna wake us up anyways." I let my lips linger on his head, trailing them along the spiked tips of his bed hair. "Besides, I wanted to get a shower."
"You think you're gonna be able to get me to move with the prospect of a shower and some food?" He wisecracked but he didn't sound fully awake yet.
"Right, because you've never pounced after food before." I said with a chuckle and felt him smirk. "Do I need to remind you of that old lady who had the poor misfortune of carrying your cheeseburger to our table? I bet you she remembers her hand almost getting bitten off."
I giggled and he cut off my laughter, surprising me by actually getting up. He pushed his full lips on mine, his one hand coming up to cup my face and run his fingers behind my ear and through my hair.
He pulled back slightly, but he was close enough that when he talked his lips brushed mine. "Her hands were in the line of fire, wasn't my fault."
"It's not like you have a warning label on you Dean." I pointed out and then maybe thought I shouldn't, seeing as how something like that would definitely promote him into wanting one.
"Warning label for sexy and dangerous?" He asked with a grin and his one eyebrow rose.
Was so not giving him the ego boost. "One that says, 'Don't try and pet while eating' and…" I raised an eyebrow trying to think how I should word the other one. "Might be a little egotistic…" I giggled as he placed a hand over my mouth and dipped his head down, kissing the skin above my breasts.
My hands ran down his back and I gently lifted his shirt, wanting to soak up the radiating heat his back was giving off. I dipped my hands under, feeling the shirt slide up over his stomach as I pushed my hands up his back. He continued to kiss my skin and I felt his own hands reach down between our bodies and dip themselves into my pants. I gasped slightly as he breached my underwear, his fingers purposely toying with the lace like he had never felt the fabric before. That's when I first noticed that the pressure I felt against the outside of my thigh wasn't Dean's knee at all. It made my insides melt and I felt a familiar, even though it'd been a long while, pulsing warmth swell within my stomach and shoot lower. Almost like falling stars.
He moved his lips back to my face, peppering kisses all over my face like I had just been risen from the dead and this was the first time in a long time that my face had been warm. But who was complaining? I moved my one hand and grasped his chin, moving his lips to my own again. He started to gently dip himself against me and I felt that same hardness slide up and down my leg. The heat from the room was suffocating; Dean was suffocating. I finally had to pull back for air and he smiled at me, leaving one more kiss on my nose.
"Shower?" He asked.
I nodded and pushed him up. "Shower sounds really good. Especially since I'm not too keen on you humping my leg all day."
Dean picked up a pillow and bumped the back of my head with it and I chuckled, pulling him into the bathroom. I turned the water on in the shower and the pipes came creaking to life.
"How are we going to do this? With you being pregnant and all?" Dean asked, sliding his t-shirt up over his head as he closed the bathroom door.
I sighed; pulling my hair out of the very loose ponytail it had been in. "Well, I'm barely two and a half months Dean. I don't even have a bump yet."
"So everything will be alright?"
I nodded. "According to the baby books, yeah. I even asked the nurse the last time we were at the hospital because," I cleared my throat, giving him a smile. "I know you. If you weren't going to get it from me you'd just head someplace else."
As I took my shirt off I felt his land on my head. "That's not true and you know it." I heard him say and took a breath of cinnamon before I pulled his shirt off my head.
I smiled, getting up off the toilet. "I know." I pulled on his boxers. "Now, come on."
Dean grinned, hooking his arms around my back to get the bra strap undone. "Like you even need to coax me."
In one quick motion he had my bra off and then his hands traveled down to pull down my pants. I stepped out of them carefully and he worked around taking my underwear off. I think he wanted to tease me. Which Dean knew how to do extremely well. Whether it was sexually or just plain taking something of mine; Dean Winchester knew how to tease. I gave him that. He backed me up against the tub and tried fondling my breasts. Now I had noticed some difference in tenderness, since I read up and I knew that was supposed to happen. I figured if I read up on everything I wouldn't be freaking out when something normal happened. I just wanted to be prepared. So okay, I was prepared for breast tenderness but when Dean touched me it hurt.
"Ouch." I swore, pulling back from him.
He instantly stepped back from me. "What?"
"Sorry," I shook my head, not wanting him to back up like I was spitting blood or something. "No, sorry Dean. I should have told you. I have that whole breast tenderness thing."
Dean winced. He honestly hadn't been touching me that hard but I guess that's why it was called tenderness. Because the slightest touch and squeeze could hurt like hell.
"Sorry." He apologized softly and somewhat embarrassed.
"My fault, I should have said something. I knew to expect it and forgot to mention it. I actually hadn't noticed it much before. Sorry, babe."
Dean smiled shyly, which was something I never really saw him do. He must have been really embarrassed about hurting me like that. "Let me try again." I nodded and he bent foreword, his head coming eyelevel with my breasts. He gently kissed each one, trailing his lips around my skin like he was healing some type of invisible wound. I smiled and ran a hand through his hair. "Better?"
I nodded. "Yeah, thank you."
Dean then dipped his thumbs past the elastic of my underwear and pushed them down. As soon as I slipped out of them he lifted me around my waist and placed me in the tub.
"Now how come I never get to take your boxers down and put you in the tub?" I asked with a pout and felt the tap.
"When you can lift me into the tub I'll let you do whatever the hell you want." Dean answered entertainingly, taking his boxers down and freeing himself. "Sound fair?"
I stuck my tongue out at him as he stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain closed. "No."
"Babe, you can barely lift the duffels or the food we get at the mini marts or when I asked for that shovel that one time…"
"I can so lift a shovel!" I cut him off, making him laugh. I rolled my eyes and turned the shower head on. The water came out in spurts of momentary cold water and I swear to God Dean squealed like a girl.
"Cold! You didn't warn me it was cold."
"Well, I guess that serves you right." I said and then giggled when I turned and saw the cold water had hit him straight in the chest and a little sprinkled into his hair. He shivered and stepped into the now hot stream of water and sighed contently, running his hands through his hair.
"You coming under or am I gonna have to pull you?" He asked; one eyebrow cocked.
I smiled shyly, not moving because I wanted him to touch me and move me. So he did. He pulled on my forearm and pulled me under the stream and onto his chest. I sighed warmly as the hot water pounded on my back. He ran his hands over my skin.
"So, bathe before or after?" He asked entertained, reaching for the cherry scented soap bottle.
"Well, it kind of doesn't make sense if you clean yourself before you do something dirty."
"True." He poured soap into his hands and rubbed it in between his palms and I rubbed my face along his pec muscles. I felt him lean his head down against the stream and water droplets bounced everywhere. "Unless you plan on doing something dirty with the cleaning agents."
I pulled back and grinned, giving him that mischievous smile that usually matched his own. "And what do you have in mind, Winchester?"
Dean smiled, running his tongue along his wet plump lips. I felt his hands connect with my back and felt them slide against my skin. The scent of cherries suddenly exploded into the room, like it had been a chemical reaction when Dean had touched me. He moved slowly, there was no haste. This was my day and they created microwaves for a reason. We could always heat up the food Sam brought us for later. He made a few circular motions on the small of my back, trailing up and then back down. Going up and then all the way back down again. He ran his hands over my shoulders, leaning close to leave kisses on my neck. He followed the curves of my shoulders, down my arms to my waist, down my waist and to my thighs. He pit stopped, both hands going towards the other around my stomach. In one smooth motion he dipped his fingers across moist skin and I shuddered, leaning against his chest.
He was throbbing too and I wasn't even doing anything. I wondered if I touched him if he'd explode because the pulsing against my legs couldn't have meant anything different. So I ventured, he could control himself. I rubbed and squeezed and did things that I wasn't aware my hands could do. All the motions were fuzzy and I was convinced it was because of the heat and fog of the shower. It seemed like everything was a mirage and I felt like my hands would never remember these same movements again. But suddenly Dean was panting against me and he had to lean back against the wall of the shower. His fingers were lazy against my thighs, forgetting their duties since his brain was preoccupied with the lust filling every vein in his body. The lust and drive was from, I'm guessing, lack of feeling it. Dean and I hadn't been together like this since I got pregnant and from Dean's facial expressions I'm guessing he missed this a little more than he had let on.
Before I could finish or even realize what he was doing, he lifted me in his arms and I wrapped my legs loosely around his waist. Not the smartest thing to be doing in a slippy surface shower but I knew Dean knew what he was doing. He wasn't going to put me in any danger, especially with the baby I was carrying. So if he wanted to lift me up in a shower or make me jump through a fire hoop I trusted him to keep me safe.
I moaned as I felt him slide gently into me. "You okay?" He asked me, in a very non shaky voice I might add. His voice sounded totally controlled even though I felt like my body was losing any sense of control. Points for that Dean.
I nodded, barely able to flutter my eyelids open. God, I had missed this too. Not just sex but being close to him this way. "I'm making very happy noises Dean." I said with a smirk, the expression some how feeling like it belonged to him. "How do you think I'm doing?"
He gently started to rock with me in his arms. "Just needed to make sure." Now his voice was faltering. Now that he was moving too and everything changed that way.
It didn't take long before all that pent up energy I had been feeling to make my body swell and I felt like something was going to pop or explode. We were moving at a constant rate, grunts and pushing and feeling and throbbing and everything was hot and humid. The water, the bathroom, our bodies, the air around us. Everything.
"Dean…I.." I could barely choke out words. But Dean knew, he always knew. I took off like a rocket just as Dean's lips crashed on mine. I moaned into his mouth and my fingers ran through his scalp and pulled slightly on his hair. If my hands would have been on his skin I would have drew blood. Dean swallowed any type of loud sound, knowing how I was. Which I was thankful for.
Now it was his turn. I jerked and buckled my movements, stimulating him and he groaned, eyes fluttering closed and head falling back. He squeezed my waist and whimpered my name and I knew I had to pull up off of him unless I wanted the chance of another kid. It was like a volcano erupting; hot and virtually unstoppable when it starts. He collapsed against my shoulder as he finished and I smiled, stroking his back for a moment as his breathing heaved against my chest.
"Good thing were in the shower huh?"
Dean smirked, pulling back and giving me a kiss. "I can't think of a better way to get clean."
I giggled; me neither.
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"How was the shower?" Sam asked as we piled out of the bathroom. The entire room felt cold and I gazed longingly at the warm bed.
I shrugged and sat on the bed and smiled as Sam handed me a hot chocolate. "Fine."
"Just fine?" Sam asked and Dean raised his eyebrows at that one as he went through the breakfast Styrofoam's. "I just meant since I know you guys don't actually use a bathroom for what's it's made for…"
I threw a pillow at his head, secretly telling him to mind his own business. "Fine Sam, it was hot and wet." Take that for too much information.
"And she's not talking about the water." Dean chuckled and I couldn't stifle a giggle as Sam's eyes got bigger than gum balls.
Sam ran a hand over his face. "Why do I even bother…?"
I shrugged. "I don't know…" I glanced at Dean. "Dean Winchester are you eating waffles?"
Dean looked up at me like a deer caught in the headlights. A deer with three waffles shoved in his damn mouth. "No." His voice was muffle by the cakey goodness and I grinned, throwing a fist into the air.
"I've officially converted you."
"You did not convert me, sweetheart."
"Your mouth full of food says different." I said with a smile and Dean closed the lid, coming over to hand it to me.
"Doesn't mean I've betrayed my love for pancakes."
"Or me?" I asked and gave him a cute pout and he shook his head, chuckling. He ruffled my hair and nodded.
"Or you." He said with smile and sat next to me.
"Good because if I find out you love waffles more that me, that shower time will never happen again."
"Okay." Sam said loudly and it looked like he was covering his ears.
"I'm keeping it G, Sam." I said but I wasn't sure if he heard me.
Dean stuck his lower lip out and I smiled, wanting to capture it in my mouth regardless if my mouth was full of syrup and waffles. I resisted the urge however. "But I'll miss you." He said softly and I couldn't help but grin at him.
"Well, that's too bad. You already love that car more than me. I'll be damned if waffles make it up there too."
Dean shook his head, running his hand along my thigh as I ate. "I love you and the Impala equally."
"That's just…not right." I said and even though I knew, hopefully I knew, that he wasn't serious it still made me a little mad that he joked about it. Because in the mind of Dean I was probably third on his list of favorites. His car, his food, and then me. Boo; hiss. "I love you more than anything." I said simply and Dean smiled softly, secretly touched even though our conversation was all kidding.
He leaned in and kissed my head regardless, apparently thankful for the comment. I smiled and continued eating the waffles and saw Sam look through a newspaper. Uh oh…did that mean what I think it meant? Newspapers and us was never a good thing in my book. Because we didn't look at the sports or the TV guide or what happened with the latest kidnapped girl. It was all obits and weird occurrences. But maybe, just this once since this was supposed to be a relaxation day, that Sam was just looking at the cartoons and not for a job.
"Whatcha looking at Sam?" I asked.
"Cartoons." Sam replied with a small smile and I felt my heart leap. "So guess what I found in Dad's journal." I nearly groaned; those eight words I just didn't want to hear.
"Hmm?" Dean asked.
"It was about Highway 41. Twelve accidents over fifteen years, five of them fatal, all of them happening on the same night." He recounted, reciting things from his memory.
"So, what are you thinking? Interstate Dead Zone, phantom hitchhiker, what?" Dean asked and I shook my head, getting up and placing the Styrofoam container on the table.
Sam shook his head. "Not quite. I mean, year after year, witnesses said the same thing made them crash –- a woman appearing in the middle of the road, being chased by a man, covered in blood."
"Two spooks?" I asked. "That's odd."
Sam nodded. "Jonah Greeley and Molly McNamara."
"And when does this night go on?" I asked, leaning on the sink counter.
"Well, since it's been happening over the same night so…tomorrow night."
"Good," Dean said and stood. "Because we have plans today."
My face instantly lit up and I looked at him. "We do?"
Sam smiled and Dean nodded. "Yes we do."
I almost bounced towards them. "What are we doing?"
"Much to my protest, Sam found a mall by here…"
"Really? Because I know how much you hate them." I told Dean, his face scrunching slightly.
He shook his head and sighed. "This is your day. I'm more than willing to do it for you." I grinned. "Just don't make me carry your little pink lingerie bags."
I giggled. "That's more of a job for Sam anyways." And Sam groaned. "So when do we go?"
"When you want to leave." Dean answered and I gave him a kiss on the cheek and hugged Sam.
I don't think I could have loved them more at that moment.
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