alright, i'm REALLY sorry for the wait. between school, SATS, writers block, gqawd, everything just screwed it up D: time was just not on my side sorry, hope you still enjoy :D
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Chapter 47: Heart Part 2
It was dark when I walked into the nursery. There were sounds of wind chimes and a storm was brewing just outside the one window near the crib. The moon was shining brightly through the laced curtains and created an eerie glow on the walls; kind of like dancing ghosts. Everything seemed alright even though I approached the crib with caution. A small baby boy was inside, twisting and turning on his back; awake when he should have been fast asleep. I put my hand in the crib, gently stroking the side of the face of the smiling baby. It was mine; I could see Dean's hazel eyes sparkling through. Plus those dimples on the cheeks were all his. As I continued to stroke his face he started kicking, those little purple socks on his feet. I smiled; leaning down to kiss the baby's cheek.
The floor creaked and I turned around to see Sam standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. "Sam?"
"Hey, what are you doing up?" He asked tiredly as he approached me.
I looked at the crib confused and shook my head, pulling back and looking at him. "I…I don't remember." Sam smiled slightly and approached the crib, looking at the baby. "Where's Dean?"
Sam's face contorted into something that I couldn't describe. Anger; grief; despair; love…it was a combination of them all. Then his face softened as he looked at me. "Andy, did you have another nightmare?"
"What are you talking about?" I could feel my heartbeat throb in my chest; like a small explosion was replacing each of the beats.
"He's dead, Andy." And I swear to God his eyes flashed something sinister. I backed up against the wall, my breathing turning heavy and labored. His eyes were definitely yellow as he leaned down to kiss the baby. "I killed him, remember?"
I grabbed my chest; the heart beats officially becoming heart attacks. "You…" Sam smiled and chuckled and with a flick of his wrist I was pushed against the wall; hard enough to make my ribs crack. He came close enough to touch me and I tried to wrench free of the invisible hold. "Why?" I asked, sobs erupting from my mouth.
He leaned down and kissed me gently. "Because Andy, you're my favorite." He glanced over at the baby crib as I slid up the wall, all the way up to the ceiling. He looked up at me as the baby started to cry. "And I haven't forgotten about you."
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"Andy, wake up!" I heard Dean urge, trying to wake me from my nightmare. I'm guessing this one was causing me to thrash which I'm guessing was why Dean was even awake. It usually took a lot to wake him. I prayed to God it was all in my head and Dean's hands were the ones that were touching me; shaking my shoulders as I tried to wrench free of his grasp and the nightmare. "Baby, come on it was just a dream."
My eyes bolted open and I scrambled into a sitting Dean's arms, squeezing my arms around his neck as hard as I could to prove he was here.
"Shhh…sweetheart calm down." Dean murmured quietly, holding onto me tightly as he pulled me into his lap. "It was just a dream; whatever it was its not real."
I felt his hands leave my back for a moment to grab one of the covers off the bed and drape it over my shaking shoulders. Then he continued to stroke my back, trying hard to get me to breathe normally. I looked around the pitch dark room, trying to figure out where I was and what time it was again. It was like I was extremely altered and I couldn't remember anything before that dream. I shuddered in Dean's embrace and the light on the bed side table switched on on Sam's side of the bed. I completely forgot the beds had been pushed together.
"Dean, what's going on?" I heard Sam asked sleepily and I buried my head in Dean's shoulder; Sam's voice sounding all too alike the one in the nightmare. I then heard him shift in the bed and place a gentle hand on my back. "Is she okay?"
It took everything in me not to shift away from him. I had to remember that the Sam in the dream was nothing like Sam right now. Dean was right; it was just a dream. I was in between my two guys and I was safe; the yellow eyed demon no where near us.
I felt Dean shrug as in an answer to Sam's question. He tried leaning back to see my face but I was holding onto him too tightly. I didn't want him to move. "Alright," Dean said quietly, understanding that my grip was for a reason. "I'm not going anywhere." He promised; his arms equally finding a strong embrace around me, telling me to pull back when I was ready.
"Did you have another nightmare Andy?" Sam asked gently and I nodded, rubbing my nose against Dean's neck. The scents of cinnamon pushed against my nostrils, making my entire system feel somewhat calmer.
"Must have been a pretty bad one." Dean mused. "You woke Sam and me out of a dead sleep. And we all know how hard it is to actually wake me sometimes."
Sam smirked, trying to be lighthearted. "Sometimes? It takes a goddamn civil war to wake you all the time."
I laughed slightly, it vibrating off of Dean's neck. I felt Dean smile and adjust his chin on my shoulder. "That a girl…" I started pulling back, wiping the tear tracks off my face. Dean smiled slightly and took that over for me, running his thumb underneath my eyes.
"I'm sorry I woke you two up." I apologized and my voice crackled with tears. It sounded like crackles of a new camp fire.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about it."
Sam agreed. "Yeah, how many times have we woken you up in the middle of the night?"
I smiled. "The one time when you were watching and cheering over that, like, ten year old basketball game has to be one of my favorites."
Dean chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, that was pretty bad."
My stomach plummeted and my heart skipped a beat. What if my dream was a premonition? What if what happened to my mother and the Winchester's mother happened to me? What if Yellow Eyes succeeded in taking everything from me?
"So…" Sam approached slowly. "What was your dream about?"
"He's dead, Andy."
I shook my head and looked at Dean.
"I killed him, remember?"
"It…um…my nightmare was about Sam and our baby, Dean." Dean's eyes clouded over at the mention of the baby and he shifted his eyes to Sam for a moment; like Sam had caused the nightmare and whatever happened in it.
"What about the baby, Andy?"
My lower lip quivered like it has a mind of its own and I shook my head, swallowing the urge to let tears breach over my lashes. "I think the more important thing to worry about is the fact that Sam had yellow eyes." I said quietly and it was funny how the Winchesters breathing both stifled at the same time. "He said he killed you, Dean. He killed you and he was going after our baby next."
"Sam?" Dean asked and I shook my head, trying to push the difference between the demon and Sam before Dean started throwing punches or something like that.
"No, the Yellow Eyed Demon." I said quietly, pulling the sheet closer around my body. "There's a difference. Anyways, I was being dragged onto the ceiling when I woke up."
I wrapped my hands around the sheet and brought it up to my nose, rubbing it against the cold fabric. I could feel Dean and Sam's faces fill with sympathy, pure terror and anger all at once. They were thinking the same thing: would my fate be the same as Jess and our mothers? No, they wouldn't let that happen. But things in our life tended to happen unexpectedly and this Yellow Eyes was a dangerous son of a bitch. If he wanted something; wanted me, it wouldn't take a lot for that to happen.
"What are we going to do?" I asked shakily and looked up at Dean. "What if it comes true?"
Dean shook his head and pulled me to lay on him as he laid back against the headboard. I snuggled against the crook of his arm as Sam brought the blankets up and over me. "It's not going to come true." Dean promised. "It was just a dream."
"It was a nightmare." I said worriedly. "One of my nightmares. It could come true; it's not like it hasn't happened before."
Sam laid down next to us, gently running his fingers through my hair. "But we've also stopped them from coming true and we'll do it again if it comes to that."
"I haven't had a dream since a few months ago; damn it was near five or four at least." I murmured, moving my arms around Dean as he leaned down to leave a feathered kiss on my forehead. "I guess the Yellow Eyed Demon was right."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked softly.
I sniffled and rubbed my face against him. "That he hasn't forgotten about me." I said shakily and Dean held me tighter to him, leaving kisses every so often on my forehead and in my hair.
"Let him fucking remember all he wants." Dean swore, his anger making my body shake involuntary. "He isn't getting you or this baby." If 'I'd rather die' was going to come out of his mouth next, I was going to start sobbing all over again.'
But he didn't say anything to back up what he said. I just felt him shake his head and lean his lips down on my forehead, not moving them for a long time. I felt Sam shift behind me; tired yet awake from my nightmares and lay out against the headboard. His side pushed into my back, letting me know how close he was to me; letting me feel cushioned by both of the Winchesters. And I did. I felt warm and safe in between both. Sam eventually flipped the TV on and Dean kept asking me a few times if I wanted anything. I shook my head no, even if he kept offering things that made my stomach growl and my heart beat just a little irregularly. He was just trying to comfort and that fact made my blood run all the warmer. I hugged him tighter and kissed his chest, and he smiled a small smile at the action. He pulled me farther up his chest, bringing the sheets up to follow, and I cradled my chin and nose into his neck. His arms curled around my back; sturdy and muscular. The strength was coming from the promises he wanted to keep, but I knew he was just trying to make me feel safe. And I couldn't blame him for that.
It must have been another hour before I heard Sam drift off, still smack up against me. Dean's eyes were fluttering closed as he tried to pay attention to the TV and I suddenly felt horrible I hadn't been paying attention to how tired he was the last hour. My eyes had been glued to the TV. Seeing the images but not actually paying attention to them.
"TV keeping you awake?" I asked gently, setting my chin on his chest to look up at him. He cleared his throat and sat further up against the headboard; like he hadn't been half asleep.
"No," He said softly. "TV's fine."
"So it's me then?" Dean sighed and rubbed my back for a moment and then brought the same hand up to rub his face and massage his temples for a moment. "I didn't mean to keep you awake," I said guilty and kissed his chin as he pulled his hand away. "Go to sleep."
He shook his head no. "I'm not even that tired. When you sleep, I'll sleep."
My lips quirked into something that could only describe confusion as my eyebrows scrunched. Dean smirked and leaned down to leave a small kiss on my lips. I kissed him gently and then pulled back. "That doesn't make sense. If you're tired, sleep babe."
"I don't want to head to sleep knowing that you're up and upset." I shrugged and looked at his chest, which was pushing up and down under his cotton t-shirt. I ran my hand over him and for some reason that calmed me.
"I'll be okay." I said quietly.
Dean raised his eyebrows. "Really?" He asked, voice trying not to leak sarcasm as he spoke. "Because you're really proving that fact with the frowning and not heading back to sleep."
"You didn't see it." I said, frowning even more; my lips quivering as unshed tears filled my eyes. I looked up at his face and it contorted into something that was love and sympathy all at once. "Our baby was beautiful Dean." I said with a sad smile and Dean smiled too, running a hand through my hair and pushing it behind my ear.
"Well, that's because it had a beautiful mother."
"It was a boy." I mentioned, my voice breaking slightly. I cleared my throat and held my cool. If I broke on Dean again he definitely wouldn't head back to sleep. "He had the little purple socks on." I said with a slight giggle and it made Dean's smile grow; even though it was still a little sad and worried. "He looked just like you; strong hazel eyes and adorable dimples when he smiled."
"I have dimples?" Dean interrupted; looking confused and I smiled and had to lean up to kiss his cheek.
"Yes, you have dimples. One right here when you smile," I traced a finger around the side of his mouth and then switched sides and trailed over a little are near the bottom of his cheek. "And one right here." I kept stroking the side of his face, trying to come up with something resembling courage to ask this question. "You don't think Yellow Eyes is going to get a hold on Sam like that right?"
Dean gently took my hand off his face and squeezed it as he gave it a small kiss around my knuckles. "Honestly? I don't know. I don't want to give a yes or no answer and then it end up being a lie."
I shook my head and laid it back on his chest. I squeezed my arms around his waist as I heard Dean shut the TV off and shift downwards against the headboard. His arms tightly wound around my back and every so often he'd leave the softest kiss on my head.
"Dean, I want you to lie to me." I said quietly. I wanted him to tell me everything would be okay. I only needed to believe it for a while. To get myself through this pregnancy; hell, to get me back to sleep. Just this once and he wouldn't have to lie ever again.
Dean sighed and shook his head; I could tell he had closed his eyes and was already starting to drift to sleep. "I'm not lying to you, Andy." He said sleepily. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you or the baby."
I felt horrible that I nearly called him a liar.
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"Dude, since when do you like Gummy Worms?" I heard Sam ask and the motel door shut. I wasn't sure if I was fully awake from the question or from the door.
"Why don't you wake the neighbors with goddamn door too, Sam?" Dean growled and I could literally feel Sam wince and look over at me, thinking I was still asleep.
I was having trouble debating whether I should sit up or not. They might start talking about last night and I knew they wouldn't say anything straight to my goddamn face. I mean, okay, I knew both of them had the biggest hearts and each one of them had their own priorities and reasons for not wanting me to hear what they thought. They wanted to protect me. But didn't they get angry when I tried to do the same thing?
"Sorry, she still seems asleep." Sam whispered.
"I'm just glad she didn't have another nightmare." I heard Dean let out a tired sigh and lay down on the bed next to me. I was turned towards the bathroom door and I'm guessing Dean was lying on his back against the headboard. "She was really having trouble getting to sleep."
"So what time did you crash?"
I felt Dean shrug. "I don't know, three or four maybe."
"You should get some more sleep while you can." I heard a chair slide and knew Sam was sitting at the kitchen table. "It's bad enough you don't let either of us drive your car half the time. It's no wonder you're always grumpy and tired."
I love how I could picture in my mind's eye Dean's eye roll. "Please, don't get all mother Winchester on me Samantha." Dean smirked as, I'm guessing, Sam glared. "I'm fine. Besides, it's her I'm worried about."
"Should we tell her about the case we found?" Sam asked and my ears perked with interest. They should know better to talk about a case in front of me, even if I was pretending to be asleep.
These two have known me all my life; it wasn't the first time I had done it. I mean, Jesus, Sam and I used to pretend to be asleep all the time just so we could hear John and Dean talk about cases and how well we did in courses. I remember Dean had always said I was good with a shotgun and ghosts would look the hell out for me. I smiled and buried my head in the pillow.
"I don't know…with what happened at the doctors and everything, maybe a case isn't exactly the best idea for her." I heard him guzzle down more Gummy Worms. "What do you think it is again?"
"Well, according to the doctor I called…"
"You used a different detective name right?" Dean interrupted and Sam sighed.
"Of course, Dean."
"Don't sigh annoyingly with me, man. We can't risk the same name getting snagged. I'm sure Hendrickson has the ones we've used listed on some type of database."
"According to the doctor a local lawyer from San Francisco was mangled and the heart was missing." Sam replied, tearing open some type of candy. Where the hell did these two go that Dean was eating Gummy worms and Sam had candy too? More importantly; where the hell was my candy?
"Heart was missing?" Dean asked, mouth full of worms. Sidenote: Ick; I hated anything gummy. And hearing Dean guzzle them down was really starting to make my skin crawl. "This lawyer guy the first heart-free corpse in town?"
Sam shoved another piece of candy in his mouth. "The first man. Over the past year, several women have gone missing. Dead bodies all washed up later in the bay, too deteriorated to draw firm conclusions."
"But no hearts?" Dean concluded.
I heard Sam grimace. "Dude, you're going to get sick if you keep shoveling those things in your mouth like that."
"I'll deal with the consequences then." He said, with another mouthful.
I rolled my eyes as I'm sure Sam shook his head. "Those things are disgusting as it is but I've got to say, you take them to a whole new level."
I didn't need to turn and see him to know Dean was grinning. "Come on, case stuff." He urged and Sam cleared his throat.
"Month after month, all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon."
I heard Dean put a bag on the bedside table. "Which is this week, right?"
"Hence the lawyer. What are you going to do about Andy?" Sam asked and I shifted, wanting them to think I was waking up. I was so not just going to listen to this conversation. I heard the talking immediately stop as I moved and then Sam said in a harsh whisper. "Don't avoid telling her Dean."
I opened my eyes seeing Dean flip him off and then grab the gummy worms again. He smiled at me as he opened his mouth the drop in a red and green one.
"Hey, sleepy." Dean said affectionately and ruffled my bed hair.
I groaned, matting down the mess. "What time is it…and what the hell are you eating?" I asked, referring to the sweet and semi sour smell coming from the Gummy Worms in Dean's mouth. I grimaced and moved away from him towards the end of the bed instead of laying on top of him like I wanted to.
He frowned but didn't seem to catch the point that the worms were keeping me away. "Gummy Worms." He sounded like a goddamn child and the problem was he too cute doing it. I rolled my eyes and crawled back up the bed and laid on him vertically; nuzzling my head into his stomach. He smirked and ran a hand through my hair. "And it's nearing nine. Sure you don't wanna catch a little more sleep?"
Sam cleared his throat pointedly and Dean glared at him. It was something that I wasn't supposed to know about since I technically wasn't awake for that conversation. But I put it out there anyways because Sam made a good point and I was worried about Dean just like he was worried about me.
"Well, you were up just as long as me. Sure you don't wanna join?" I asked quietly and trailed random shapes with my fingers around his stomach, feeling the toned muscles underneath.
"No, I'm fine. Really. Stop trying to take care of me, babe. You don't have to worry about me."
I knew he saw that as some type of weight off my shoulders but I didn't. Hell, I kind if saw it as an insult. Plus, it kind of rubbed me the wrong way and hurt. So he was allowed to take care of me but I wasn't allowed to even do the same? Doesn't it take two to tango and make a baby for Christ's sake? Why couldn't he just throw this embarrassed 'I'm a man and don't need anything' high horse out the window and let me take care of him for a change? God, he had no idea how much that made me fume sometimes.
I sat up from him and pulled my hair into a messy bun. "So you're allowed to take care of me but I can't do the same for you?" I asked, my real intentions pushing their way out and destroying the sense of calm and collectiveness my voice was trying to convey. I was upset and pissed. Especially since I knew he was just about to hide a hunt from me too. I would not become some type of third wheel who never did anything in this group. I just wouldn't.
I could feel Sam raise his eyebrows at the statement and Dean just looked at me a moment before he put the bag of stupid worms on the table again. He wiped a hand over his mouth. "You know that's not what I'm talking about."
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "Whatever, I don't want to fight about it." Although if he lied about this next question those gummy worms were going to hit the fan. "Do we have a hunt or anything?"
Dean sighed and exchanged a small glance with Sam. "Um, yeah, we do actually. Job in San Francisco, think it might be a werewolf."
I nodded and threw the covers back. I stood and stretched my arms over my head and pulled down my shirt as I headed to the kitchenette to look for bagels. "Cool, so when are we packing up?"
"Soon," Dean then grumbled and I saw him lay his head back against the headboard and rub his stomach. Sam just shook his head and smirked and I rolled my eyes. He never wanted my help with anything; let him get rid of his own goddamn stomachache.
I found a bagel that looked half eaten in the bags of groceries in the fridge. "Guys," I asked as I pulled out and waved the bag for a moment. "Anyone want to explain to me why it's half eaten? Because it sure as hell wasn't me."
"Yeah, I think we know that Andy. When you eat, you go all the way." Sam quirked and I threw the bag at him. He chuckled and ducked it, thus it wailing across the room and conking off Dean's head.
"Ow!" He swore and rubbed his head for a moment. "The hell? Why's that thing feel like a goddamn cinder block?"
I stifled a giggle. "It was in the fridge. And stop being a drama queen." I said as I closed the fridge. "You didn't happen to buy any bagels while you were out did you?" I asked, rubbing my grumbling stomach.
Sam smiled, going through one of the plastic bags on the table. "Actually, yeah we did."
I grinned, going to take the bag from him. I ruffled his hair as I pulled away. "Thanks, Sam."
Dean frowned and I swear to God his lower lip wobbled as I put the bagel in the toaster. He sat up a little and continued to rub his sore stomach. "What about me?"
I tried not to let that sway me and the fact that he had a stomachache for some reason made me want to hug him and kiss him all over. Like I said, he was like a damn little boy that no matter how manly he tried to be the mother just had to kiss his dimpled cheeks.
"What about you?"
"I remembered the bagels." He grumbled, obviously wanting credit.
I smiled at Sam and then crossed the room to sit next to Dean. I gave him a small kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for the bagels, Dean."
He smiled and gave me the same kiss on my cheek. "You're welcome, now would you get me some Tums please?" He asked, the last part of his sentence turning into a wince. I felt kind of bad now as he sat there rubbing his sore stomach and I kissed the side of his head as I stood, getting up to grab him some Tums.
"So uhm," I hated bringing this up now but it wasn't like it was avoidable. They were either going to tell me here or tell me when we got the next motel room in San Francisco. Either way, they were going to tell me. What? Did they think I wouldn't notice them researching a case or finding a convenient way for me to stay behind in the room? Fat chance, Winchesters. If they were going to try and leave me out, they might as well just tell me right now. "I'm allowed on this case right?"
"Yeah," Dean answered almost too quickly but maybe that was just me being paranoid and for some reason looking for a fight. Must have been a hormone thing; it's easy to blame things like that on your pregnancy. "We just have to be careful, more than usual. If we're dealing with a werewolf, I'd rather you wear a bunch of silver and stay out of the line of fire."
"I can't dress up in silver Dean." I said annoyed and Dean smirked.
"No, but I can wrap you in tin foil."
I rolled my eyes. "Now you're just being a jackass."
Dean shrugged, like he already knew that and opened his hand for me to throw him the bottle of Tums. I threw them and he caught the bottle effortlessly. He opened it, shook out two, and popped them in his mouth just like he had done with the damn worms.
"Alright, so how bout after showers we pack up and head out. We should get there and settle in before we start."
I nodded, getting out my duffel and trying to find clothes that were scattered around the room. "You know what I just noticed?" I asked them as Sam passed me to head into the bathroom. "You guys are pigs."
Dean snorted and Sam rolled his eyes. "Are you kidding me?" The eldest Winchester asked. "Those are your jeans and t-shirts on the floor over there!"
I looked towards the corner he was pointing and shrugged a shoulder. I glanced into the bag to look for my jeans among Dean's boxers and t-shirts. "I thought that was the new laundry spot since the bag we have for it is overflowing."
"Don't look at me." Sam commented as he shut the door. I heard his voice behind it even though it was a bit muffled. "It's your turn to do it!"
I pouted as I looked at Dean and heard the shower turn on. "I'm pregnant."
Dean smirked and rolled his eyes. "You can't use that for everything, guilt trip girl."
I blushed. "That was only twice. I really didn't want to fill the gas tank or get my clothes when I got out of the shower."
Dean smiled and leaned into brush his nose against my own. "Well, I didn't have a problem with that last one."
I giggled and kissed him gently. "I know. I remember that grin on your face."
Dean smiled and pushed me back to lay on the bed. He layered his body on top of mine, tangling his fingers in my hair. My body was suddenly buzzing as I felt his chest push against mine as he breathed and his belt buckle hit into my pelvis…plus something else throbbing against my own swelling skin.
"You mean this grin?" He asked, his nose touching mine. His voice sounded like satin and his lips felt like it.
I nodded and let out another giggle; stimulated by too many raging butterflies in my stomach. "You know we should really get—"
He cut me off, pushing his lips into my own. I felt him start to rock on top of me and I smiled against his lips, lacing my arms up around his back to pull him even closer if that was possible. I moaned softly against his lips, not wanting him to stop, but having to pull back regardless.
"You know what I hate?" I asked quietly and I shrugged his shoulders, kissing my cheek.
"What?"
I smiled, pushing my nose into his cheek as his lips traveled to my neck. "We can't just kiss anymore."
Dean smiled, like he knew that and trailed his tongue over a sensitive part of my neck. I inhaled sharply and I could feel his smile grow. He gently butterfly kissed the area now, teasing.
"I really don't have a problem with that." Dean muttered, his voice vibrating off my skin and giving me chills.
I smiled. "I know you don't." I sighed and regrettably pushed him up and off of me. "But unfortunately, I have to sometimes. You get me all…" I pointed to myself. My cheeks were tinted pink, my breathing was slightly panting and I swear to God my eyes were dilated like Dean was some type of drug. "Like this and I can't calm myself down for at least an hour."
Dean pouted. "Only an hour?"
I smiled slightly as I felt his hand run over my thigh. "Well, let's just say the more you turn up the heat…the longer I stay hot."
Dean grinned, his hand exploring crevices. "Really?"
He pushed and prodded through the pair of boxers I had on and before I knew it, Dean was past my underwear and sliding past folds of hot and moist skin. He ran his pointer finger over a very sensitive nub and it nearly jump started me. I inhaled sharply and bent at the waist and I felt Dean lean his head in close to mine and leave a small kiss on my head.
"Dean…stop…" I tried quietly, my voice not sounding like my own. Actually, nothing felt like my own. Instead of getting up and letting myself calm down, like my head wanted to, my heart and body seemed to have different ideas; I guess that's what happens when Dean Winchester gives you his full attention. You feel like you're on Cloud 9 or something. It definitely looked as if I was looking through hazes of clouds as I glanced down at my legs. They were actually opening slowly, giving Dean's fingers some better access. Damn, what this Winchester did to me.
Dean smiled softly as his fingers moved quicker beneath the cotton. "Say it like you mean it." He leaned in close to whisper in my ear. "And I just might…"
But I didn't want him to stop, so I didn't say anything at all. Sam was still in the shower, according to the running water, so I had the time for Dean to take care of this little problem for me. Or well, it was becoming a problem. As his fingers ran over the sensitive parts again I found myself nearly bucking against his hand, I was so close I just wanted it to be over with. When Dean swooped down and then back up in one quick motion I was done and I came with a muffled screech. I bent at the waist and Dean pulled his hand back before I could crush him.
"You okay?" Dean asked with a small chuckle as I tried to take a deep breath so I wouldn't continue panting.
I smiled, leaning up to kiss him. "I'm great."
Dean laughed and kissed my nose. "Well, I guess so, you're damn near glowing."
"I'm not glowing." I said embarrassedly and blushed. "Just happy."
"It's called endorphins, babe." He kissed my cheek and I tried getting up off the bed. He caught my arm, so I wouldn't fall, as my footing stumbled a bit.
"Legs are a little jello-y." I smiled at him. "I'm good." I looked at him a moment as I went to get the duffel and start collecting clothes. "Your stomach still upset?" I asked and he nodded, grimacing as he rubbed his stomach and bit his lower lip.
"Those little bastards did a number on me." I shook my head. He looked like a little boy who had tried to shove down too many cookies before dinner and was now paying the consequence for it.
"You shouldn't have tried to eat the whole bag at once." I said and stroked his hair. He leaned his head on my body, snuggling into the cotton just below my breasts.
I could feel Dean frown. "I wasn't."
I let out a giggle, which gently vibrated his face against me. "Dude, you were so close to swallowing that plastic bag, it's not even funny." He didn't reply, just snuggled his nose against the middle of my abdomen. I kissed his head and then rubbed his shoulder. "Here, lay down." He looked up at me oddly and it kind of pissed me off that he wouldn't just do it. That I had to push this next question on him. "You want your stomach to feel better or not?"
He sighed, like the effort was taking a lot out of him and laid out against the headboard. I smiled and sat next to him on the bed, noticing the tint of pink on his cheeks was from embarrassment. I couldn't believe he was being such a dork about this. I mean this was the same guy I saw when he was six, running around the house in his underwear when he refused to get a bath. This couldn't be more embarrassing than that right?
I moved his shirt up and ran my hand along his stomach, trailing downward for a moment causing Dean to smirk. "You trying to help my stomach ache or turn me on?"
I smiled and leaned down to kiss his tummy. "Whatever works, Dean."
Dean leaned his head back and sighed as I gently massaged the sides of his stomach and kept leaving a trail of warm, soft and slow kisses on his skin. "Hmm…just keep doing that. It helps on both counts."
My eyes drifted over his crotch and I raised my eyebrows slightly at the hardened skin poking at his jeans. "Apparently…" I commented with a smirk and leaned to give another kiss. "So I know what I want you to do for me for that whole loss bet thing."
Dean sighed contently. "And that would be?"
Before I could say anything the bathroom door swung open and nearly scared me onto the floor. "Jesus, Sam." I breathed, hand over my heart. "Little warning next time."
Sam was covering his eyes, I'm guessing because Dean's shirt was up and my face was literally an inch and a half away. Lord knows, to an outside viewer, what I could have been doing next.
"A little warning for you? Are you serious?" Sam asked, rubbing his forehead.
Dean smirked and sat up, patting me on the back. "Well, what do expect when you leave us in a room together?"
"For you two to have the decency and control to have your clothes remain on." Sam replied, damn near snapped.
I looked at Dean and smirked. "Lucky for him he came out when he did. Three minutes later and clothing would have been optional." Dean grinned and leaned into kiss me.
Sam, needless to say, threw our duffel at us.
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So after a long drive, that took longer than it had to because I kept having to stop for something, we finally made it to our motel room. If it wasn't for bathroom breaks, it was because of nausea or because I was hungry. Dean was watching me like a goddamn hawk. Any sign of my face turning green he nearly pushed me out of the car, unfortunately he was more worried about his car getting yacked on than his girlfriend's feelings or her well being. I rolled my eyes; whatever. Him being this much of a jackass, although I'm pretty sure he wasn't aware, made me want to throw up in his car on purpose and I gave him a few false starts just to irritate and pit stop the hell out of him.
"Thank God." I muttered, collapsing on the new bed. But it felt like all the others. Kind of soft, the sheets kind of clean, and the color kind of nauseating. This time the bed color was a dark shade of maroon and I tried not to think of blood as I looked at it. "What do we have to do next?" I asked, already tired and not willing to move.
Maybe Dean and Sam taking this part of the case, all the leg work, was a good idea. I could help them do research when they came back. Although I'm pretty sure they saw my help should be used oppositely. Help on the leg work and not with the killing of the werewolf. I was really eager to track one down again and shoot it through with silver. Dean, Sam and I hadn't come across a werewolf since we were kids. I remembered we were all still pretty young, John had taken us out to the woods and left us to set up camp. Before I knew it, guns were being fired, orders were being shouted and the werewolf was dead. But I don't remember who actually shot it.
"We should question the woman who found the body." Sam said and started gathering his suit items.
"Dude, I feel way bloated. Do I have to put the skirt on?"
"You're probably bloated from the three bags of Doritos you finished off." I blushed, ashamed and looked at my shoes. "And then you'll probably be nauseated from those three bags ten minutes later."
"Dean." Sam sniped and Dean glanced at him. Sam shook his head and I knew he was motioning to me. "Knock it off."
I fumbled around, trying to get my clothes together, when Dean came up and stopped me. "Hey," He said quietly. "Sorry, I'm just tired, I didn't mean to be a jackass or anything."
I nodded and slipped my skirt on over my jeans and then pulled my jeans down. "It's okay." I muttered and then zipped my skirt up. Where was my blouse? God, my stomach would look so horrid in it…but I guess until I got another one that I could flare out more this one would have to do.
Dean hooked his finger under my chin until he got my full attention. "We okay?" I nodded. "Then give me a kiss."
I sighed and smiled up at him, leaning to give him a small kiss that wasn't pretend at all. He seemed satisfied and I pulled back, going into the bathroom to put my blouse on. Although, unfortunately Dean's pretty much right and karma's a bitch and God has some type of twisted way to teach me lessons.
Not three minutes after I got my blouse on, those Doritos came back with a roaring vengeance.
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We stopped for gas about halfway to Madison's, the woman who found the lawyers body. I guess this was a better time then any to stop, we were low and it just meant that we wouldn't need to stop for any on the way back to the room.
"How you feeling, Andy?" Dean asked gently, glancing back at me through the rearview mirror as he pulled up to the pump.
I grimaced and adjusted my head where I was resting it on the side of the door. "Like I swallowed a bunch of sea urchins."
Dean winced and nodded. "Yeah, that'll do it. You want anything when I go in to pay?"
I lifted my head to look at him as he turned around in the seat. "Ginger ale, please?"
He nodded and gave me a comforting smile. He reached back and ruffled my hair. "Okay, I'll be back. Sam's gonna stay here."
I put my head back on the door and watched Dean fill up the tank. He looked damn good in that stupid monkey suit he always had to wear when we had to be FBI or investigators in general. I heard Sam turn around and I looked at him as he gave me a smile. He looked good in his suit too and I realized I was the only one who looked horrible today…hell probably all the time compared to these two. Could you really compare? I mean, since I was female and they were male. I grunted, sitting up in the seat and trying not to unsettle my stomach.
"Man, I don't whether to eat or not eat anymore." I grumbled and annoyingly un-tucked the stupid blouse. "Either I'm nauseated to the point of throwing up and I don't want to eat or I'm really hungry and I eat and I end up throwing up anyways."
"You know if you stop eating Dean and I are going to have to start force feeding you. And I don't think you're going to find a tube and food from a blender very appealing."
"Ick, no thank you. So…I guess I mise well ask. Did you guys know I was awake when you came in?"
I turned and repositioned my head against the back seat, gently grazing my eyes over Sam's face. He scrunched his eyebrows. "Actually, I didn't. Lucky Dean told you about the case then."
"You don't remember all those time we stayed awake just to hear what John and Dean would say about us?" I asked and then his face lightened, like he just remembered and it brought a smile to face.
He chuckled. "I can't believe I forgot about that! We'd tell stories…"
I giggled. "Underneath the covers," I continued. "And then when they came home we'd pretend we were asleep."
"Do you remember the things they used to talk about?" Sam asked, well, more like gushed like a girl talking gossip.
I smiled and nodded, leaning to put my arms up on the seat and lean my chin down on my forearm. "They'd talk about everything. About Mary and my mom and about the old sleepovers and cookouts and birthday parties."
Sam nodded. "The good days."
I then frowned and shook my head. "But then the subject always changed. No matter what, it'd always change to the same thing. Like it was scheduled or something. It would turn back to the hunt and whatever weapon Dean was cleaning."
Sam smirked but it wasn't in a way that was humorous. "Yeah, he'd always tell him he was cleaning it wrong."
I nodded and sighed, taking a deep breath of the car. Surprisingly it always smelled fresh; like something between just washed clothes and the new car smell which just made me think Dean was hiding air fresheners somewhere. I could pick up hints of leather too, from the seats and from Dean's jacket. And then of course the guys, I could always smell the comforting cinnamon and vanilla. It made me wonder if I had a good scent like that too. Dean said I smelled like oranges, but I think that was because of the body wash I was using.
"Well," Sam perked up with a smile. But it wasn't creepy and forced, it was genuine and it made the ends of my mouth tug into something similar. "Now I'm just going to have to always assume you're awake."
I smiled. "Oh, I wanted to thank you for trying to stand up for me. If you hadn't of said anything who knows if Dean would have told me about the case."
Sam shrugged. "He's just trying to look out for you. We both are."
"I understand that, believe me I understand. I just don't want to be…"
"Useless?" Sam filled in and I nodded. "Andy, you'll never be useless to us. Understand?"
I nodded and smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek, which I know I shouldn't have done. But because my emotions were screwed to hell and because what he said was so sweet it seemed like the right thing to do. Although, I felt horrible as soon as I had done it even though Sam was blushing and smiling slightly; obviously touched by the action.
"Uhm," I swallowed and sit back in the seat. "Sorry, Sam. I was a bit overwhelmed."
Sam smiled, trying to make me a feel a little bit more comfortable and see it wasn't such a big deal. Sam had come a long way and it finally seemed like it was over me. So what do I do? Go and kiss him and fuck it up…oh Andy.
"It's not a big deal." And I believed him. He really seemed okay. It wasn't like before when I could tell he was upset even when I hugged him. I'm glad we could ignore the mishap and move on.
Not a moment later, Dean came back to the car, getting in and closing the door. He adjusted his leather jacket and something flew into the backseat.
"Here."
I smiled, picking the Pop tarts and the Ginger Ale out the plastic bag. "Thanks, babe." I leaned up and kissed the back of his head. He said nothing, which I thought was kind of weird. But I think he was just tired. All of us were tired anymore.
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We arrived at Madison's a few minutes later and parked a street away. I kept wondering why we needed to park so far away. She lived in an apartment for Christ's sake. Whatever, I wasn't going to start anything. Dean seemed extremely agitated since he got back in the car. When Sam touched the music, Dean flipped it back. When I asked him if he wanted some of my Ginger Ale he nearly told me off. He was actually starting hurt my feelings a bit, I didn't understand what was wrong. Maybe a cashier was a jackass to him in the gas station and he was just taking his anger out. Okay, that was all fine and dandy with me but the least he could do was tell me why he was mad and apologize.
I got out of the car and exchanged a glance with Sam. He smiled softly and I returned it, seeing he was trying to be sympathetic. I'm guessing he noticed the change in Dean too. Was it possible it was just Dean's time of the week?
Dean passed out our badges and before he could walk ahead, more like stalk away, I grabbed his arm as it bent and successfully pulled on his hooked elbow.
"Dean, wait…" I watched Sam walk up ahead, I'm guessing to meet us at the building when we got there. Dean turned slowly, his tongue running over his lower lip. He didn't look at me as he stood there and his arm felt like feathers in my hands, like he didn't want me to let him touch him but he didn't want to pull away either. What was going on? "Are you okay? Did something happen at the gas station?"
Dean scoffed and looked at me; eye to eye. I nearly gasped at the immense amount of hurt behind his hazel eyes. "Why don't you tell me?"
"What are you…" I trailed off and I sighed. Sam. The cheek kiss. And then I was mad. Seriously? Hadn't we been here before? "Dean, come on, it meant nothing. He said something nice."
"Well, it meant something to me." He said angrily. "Jesus Christ Andy, you kiss everyone for nice comments?"
I scoffed. "No, its just Sam, Dean. He just said something that made me feel, I don't know, like I wasn't just a pregnant sidekick."
"I have never treated you like that!" Dean screamed and I winced, his voice echoing in my ears like a loud bell. I never said he had treated me like that. It was just the way I was starting to feel. "And what, now every time Sam says something nice you're gonna reward him with a kiss?"
"It was a spur of the moment thing, I hadn't meant to do it." I tried telling him but he waved me off, scoffing and smirking madly. I rubbed a hand over his face and looked at me again, eyes glinting some type of liquid I didn't want to name.
"So the next time you get this spur is it going to be with Sam again or just the next person who says that they like your shirt?" He spat and I felt tears welling in my eyes.
"No." I said softly and looked at the pavement. "I'm sorry." I said and my voice shook uncontrollably. I tried to get a handle on it, because it was a semi crowded street and I knew Dean and I had already gained enough attention as it was.
"Yeah," Dean said softly. "Because you got caught. You wouldn't have even said anything if I wouldn't have seen it."
"Because I didn't think there was anything to mention." I tried but I figured no matter what I said he would just counter act it, I was going to lose either way.
Dean stuck his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, I guess not. Next time I kiss some girl I'll be sure not to mention any of it to you."
That hit hard. Actually I was pretty sure I heard my ribs crack upon contact. Dean's face shifted ever so slightly, I guess upon how much he could tell his comment hurt me. A few pent up tears rolled down my cheeks and I nodded, going to walk past him.
He sighed and I heard his breath stifle in an account to call me back to say something but he didn't and I just kept on walking towards the building.
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I was pretty far ahead of Dean as I made it to the front of the building. I had been trying to walk as fast as I could without tripping over my own feet and not getting hit by oncoming traffic. I saw Sam causally leaning against the railing of the steps as I approached. I wiped tear tracks off my face and smiled at him as I came to stand in front of him.
"You okay?" He asked, concern etching his features.
I nodded and smiled again, even though that obviously wasn't doing anything. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." He was about to call me on my bluff when I just shook my head tiredly. "Not now Sam, okay? I'm sorry, I just kind of want to do this interrogation and get it over with."
Sam nodded as he saw Dean approach. Dean took one look at him and I swear to God he was warning him not to say a Goddamn word on anything, especially my being upset. Sam just nodded and did what he was told as we headed into the building.
I just wanted to lie in the motel bed; ironically just what Dean wanted me to do instead of this hunt.
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"I don't understand." Madison said confused and looked at our badges one more time. "I already gave my statement." She was pretty and around my height. Her hair was straighter then mine, like pin straight, I swore as I could never get my hair that way. She pushed her chocolate hair over her shoulder and invited us into her apartment.
"Right, well, we just need to verify a few things." Sam said and smiled at her. She nodded and motioned over to a person getting up off her couch.
"This is my neighbor, Glen. Glen, this is Detective…" She trailed off, looking at Dean.
"Landis." Dean replied and motioned to Sam. "And Detective Dante."
"And you?" Madison asked me and I looked up at Dean and shook my head, Sam slightly rolling his eyes at the childish things Dean did when he was mad.
"Sorry, my name must be hard to pronounce or something. I'm Detective Tucker."
She smiled and I swear to God I felt Sam bluish next to me. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as she escorted her nosy neighbor to the door. Did Sam like her? He was watching her as she walked back and I noticed how his cheeks tinted a bit pink and he looked at the floor a little more than he looked at her face. I didn't need to ask Sam to know he liked her, or at least thought she was pretty.
"You must be pretty shaken up." I said as she motioned for us to sit at the kitchen table. "You were Nate Mulligan's assistant, right?"
"For two years, yeah." She smiled faintly and played with a bracelet on her left wrist. "Nate was…he was nice."
"Did he have any enemies?" Dean asked, I noticed him playing the ring on his finger and saw him glance at me. I looked away in an instant and paid attention to what Madison was saying.
"What do you mean? It sure looked like an animal attack." She grimaced and I winced.
"We're just covering all the bases. Anyone that might have had a problem with him –- a former client, an ex?" I asked.
She sighed and looked at us. "Well, this is embarrassing, but my ex-boyfriend, Kurt—"
"Kurt have a last name?" Dean interrupted, mentally making a note of whatever she was about to say.
She nodded. "Mueller." And then continued. "After we broke up, he went kind of nuts. He's…well, he's kind of been stalking me. Kurt got into it with Nate, threw a punch before security grabbed him. I was lucky to keep my job."
"When was the last time you saw Kurt?" I asked, fixing one of the straps of my high heeled shoes. These things would be the death of me one day.
"A few nights ago. Actually, the night Nate died. We were all grabbing drinks at this bar, and Kurt showed up." She shook her head and I swear to God Sam swallowed nervously as she looked at him. "To tell you the truth…he scares me."
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"So, what do you think?" Dean asked Sam from the trunk. They were standing and getting clothes out their duffels while I changed in the backseat.
Sam lowered his tone, but not low enough that I couldn't make out what he said. "I think you should stop being a jackass."
I could literally hear Dean roll his eyes. "Let it go Sam, seriously. Now what do you think about the stalker ex-boyfriend? He hates the boss. And he was there that night…" He trailed off, waiting for Sam to pick up.
Sam sighed, obviously annoyed with not talking about what Dean and I fought about but went to another topic anyways. "You think he's our guy?"
Dean nodded and shut the trunk. "Yes, I do. What do you say we pay Kurt a visit?"
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Dean would not let me get out of the car the entire time. I had to sit when we went over to Kurt's and then I had to sit through the sounds of gunshots and police sirens. I was about to have a fucking heart attack until I saw Sam and Dean run up to the car and hop in. Apparently, they thought Kurt was the werewolf and found claw marks outside near his balcony and a dead cop, which would explain the gunshots. So we decided that we needed to head over to Madison to make sure she was still okay.
Once again, I was leather seat bound. Dean and I argued for ten minutes, until finally he shut the door in my face and locked the car. Sam tried to come back and let me out but I just waved him off, if Dean didn't want me to come in then I wouldn't. Plus, this was just a little more interrogating, I could skip it. When it came down to the real action I was getting in on it. One because I wanted to and two because it would really piss Dean the fuck off.
I glanced around the car and adjusted myself in the back seat, waiting for the Winchesters to come out of the apartment complex. I'm guessing we'd have to go looking for Kurt tonight after we made sure Madison was okay. I sighed and leaned my head into my hands and massaged my temples. I felt like I should have been apologizing to Dean again and over and over until he actually heard me. That hurt behind his eyes, it was making my heart ache and I couldn't take that from him. Anyone but him. Knowing I hurt him, hurt me and it made stupid tears well up in my eyes again. But I shooed them away, fear I wouldn't be able to get rid of them if they got too far. And it wasn't like Dean was the innocent in all this. I apologized at least, what he had said to me deserved some type of apology, at least the bit about the girl.
I heard the car door slam and hadn't even been aware of Dean getting in the front seat and starting engine.
"Where's Sam?" I asked softly.
He pulled the car out of the spot. "Staying with Madison. I'm dropping you off at the motel and then I'm going out to look for Kurt." He sounded angry, like something recently, other than me, had gotten on his nerves.
"What you lose a bet or something?" I asked and Dean smirked, confirming my question.
"Let me guess, you wanted to stay with the hot chick?" I rolled my eyes and sat back. "But instead you're forced to be in a car with your pregnant girlfriend and going hunting for wolves." I muttered and I heard Dean sigh. He didn't say anything however and it just made me wonder if he was fed up with fighting or because he didn't have a come back. "Yeah, I'm really feeling the sympathy for you on that one."
We arrived at the motel a few moments later, Dean piling the bags up on one of the beds. He got out the salt from the miscellaneous and started salting the doors and windows. I guess it was the easiest way for him to feel comfortable with leaving me alone. Salt was the only thing I had when the Winchesters were away. And honestly, I didn't want Dean to leave. Especially with the stupid nightmare I had had last night.
"What weapons do you need?" I asked quietly, looking through the weapons bag.
"Um, just grab me a silver knife and load a gun." Dean replied, not looking up to answer me.
I nodded and sighed, reaching into the bag to pull out what he needed. We must not have wrapped up a knife carefully enough because when I reached my hand in the bag, my hand slid across a blade and I swore, pulling my hand out instantly.
"Son of a bitch!" I cried, holding my hand tightly to my waist to stop any bleeding that might have started.
Dean looked up instantly, closing the space between us to in two large strides. "You alright?" He asked, guiding me into the bathroom to wash the cut out. He sat me on the toilet and turned the light on, the sickening green walls hurting my eyes.
"I'm fine, Dean." I grumbled, even though my hand hurt like hell. It was on the outside of my hand, as far as I could tell from the pain. I pulled it gently away from my shirt, blood staining it and glanced at it. There was a clear slice from the end of my thumb to the beginning of my wrist. It wasn't deep enough for stitches but it was bleeding like well enough. I whimpered, putting it back into my shirt.
"Yeah, sure. Let me see." He kneeled in front of me and I shook my head, clutching my hand to my shirt.
"I'll do it, go look for Kurt."
Dean just looked at me. "Andy, come on, you're hurt. I know you're having a blast fighting with me and everything so how bout this? Let me bandage you up and we can go straight back to that, okay?"
I shook my head but gently placed my hand in his and let him examine it. That's not what I wanted, I didn't want to fight with him at all. He grabbed a washcloth from the sink and soaked it in warm water, gently placing it over the cut and cleaning it.
"It's not too bad, you won't need stitches." Dean said softly and went to grab the first aid kit from the other room. He opened the kit and looked through it for the gauze and tape. "You know what you cut it on?"
I shrugged and watched him gently start to wrap my hand up. His fingers were calloused, always were, but they never felt that way against my skin. It was always soft and gentle, not harsh and rough like his life had made his fingers.
"I don't know. Probably those throwing stars."
Dean smirked. "The ones Father Jim got Sam when he was, like, twelve?"
I smiled as he taped it up. "Yeah, those would be the ones."
"Okay," Dean said and finished, putting everything back in the box where it belonged. "All done."
"You're gonna get going then?" I asked and looked at my hand, wincing as I brushed my other hand over it.
Dean sighed and I watched as he gently picked up my bandaged hand and brought it up to his face. He left a small kiss on my fingers and then sat up slightly to give me a small kiss on my forehead.
"Yeah." Was all he said and then he got up to head out the bathroom door.
I watched him for a moment and then got up to follow. "Dean?"
He turned to look at me as he grabbed a knife and gun out of the bag, carefully not to do the same thing to his hand as I had done. "Yeah?"
"It's not a blast." I said sadly. "I don't like being in a fight with you."
He put the weapons down on the bed as he approached me. He nodded and put his hands in his pockets of his leather jacket. "Yeah, its not exactly cupcakes for me either."
I sniffed and one tear leaked past my eyelashes as I looked up at him. I bit on lower lip until it was red and swollen. "I'm sorry." I said, nearly crying. Part of it was from the pain in my hand and the other because I had hurt Dean.
Dean clasped a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me against his chest. I nuzzled my head in the crook of his arm and wrapped my arms up and under his leather jacket and around his back as his arms wrapped around me tightly.
"Me too, Andy." Dean whispered, mouth and nose pushing into my hair and coming to rest against my ear. "I was upset and I never should have said that…I'd never…"
I nodded and nuzzled my face into him. "I know," I replied, just happy to be against him again. To hear his heart and smell his skin through his layers of clothes and leather.
"And I know I overreacted and I should have tried to hear you out. But we just got over this whole Sam thing and everything was going back to normal. And when I saw you kiss him…it just…it hurt." He said quietly and I squeezed him all the tighter.
"I'm really sorry, babe." I said, sounding like a broken record. But I wanted him to know how horrid I felt. He leaned back and kissed me gently. I'm guessing he knew and it was okay. "We okay?" I asked, my lips brushing against his as I spoke.
He nodded and gave me another small peck. "We're okay." After a moment he smiled at me and put some hair behind my ear. "You want to come with me don't you?"
I nodded, probably looking a bit frantic and he chuckled and squeezed me around my waist. "Alright, come on."
He grabbed the weapons duffel, along with the knife and gun he had left out on the bed and grabbed my good hand, bringing it up to kiss my knuckles.
It was off to hunt down a werewolf. I wondered how Sam was doing.
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