Chapter 17
Koven got into the passengers seat of the Impala and huffed, crossing her arms.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked, handing her the plate with the cake they were bringing back in case Sam wanted him.
"That man I was talking to was a goddamn pervert." She said. "I'm ninety percent positive that man was married with kids, and was trying to hook up with me. He wouldn't stop looking at my boobs. It's uncomfortable." She frowned. "It's like having and old dude hit on you, but worse. Because this man already has a love, and already has a child and... Just ick." She said.
"Well at least it wan't the wife hitting on you."
"Not helping Winchester." She mumbled with a frown.
"Hey, I'm just trying to lighten the mood." He shrugged before flipping the music on. No matter what song played, Koven was humming along.
"You like this music?" Dean asked. She nodded.
"I've liked it since I was a kid. Guess that's why I liked your character better than I liked Sam. But don't tell him I said that." They chuckled, Koven looking out the window and Dean looking off at the road.
"You find anything clue worthy?" She asked, sitting up straighter.
"The four other accidents." He said.
"Ding, dick, ding. Give me your phone." She said. "I'm gonna call Sam." She said. He handed her his phone with one hand, his other hand on the wheel. She dialed Sam's number, taking in a deep breath.
"Dean?" Sam answered.
"Close." She said.
"Koven." He corrected, and she could almost hear the eye-roll.
"Yeah. Look, there's a job in this town." She said, glancing out the window. "There's buzz saw dude, then there's four other deaths that didn't make the papers." She said. "Tomorrow you're gonna need to look for a woman who's husband fell off a ladder. One daughter." She said.
"That's specific..."
"I know all the specifics Sam. Please?" She asked. He sighed.
"Fine." He sighed. "I'm in Room 11." He said
"Okay." She smiled "And I know who was there. Deep fried crack." She said before handing up.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Nothing of importance to you." She said. "Now drive. I'm tired and I want to get back to the motel so I can sleep." She said.
"You've been sleeping a lot. Are you okay?" Dean asked. She nodded slowly.
"Yeah. I'm just fine." She said. "I like sleep. I need more sleep." She said, yawning.
"You're strange."
"I try." She said, smiling. He rolled his eyes for what seamed like the millionth time today. Once they reached the motel, Dean walked checked them into another room and Koven waited, their bags on each of her shoulders.
"Here." He said, taking his back, then trying to take her's.
"I got it. Thanks." She smiled. He nodded and lead her to room 25. Once inside, Koven threw her stuff onto the left bed. "I need a shower." She sighed, turning to walk towards the restroom.
"Hey, if you're takin' a shower, you might want a fresh change of clothing." Dean pointed out, sitting on the other bed. She sighed, walking back over to her duffel. She pulled out an over-sized t-shirt she stole from Dean on the salt-and-burn, and a new pair of underpants.
"Happy." She mumbled before walking back towards the bathroom.
"Ecstatic." He replied, pulling off his boots. Koven closed and locked the bathroom door, leaving Dean alone in the main room. He laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Soon the sound of water running in the bathroom filled the room, and he could make out the faint sound of Koven singing a strange song.
"I threw a wish in the well,
Don't ask me I'll never tell
I looked to you as if fell,
And now you're in my way
I'd trade my soul for a wish
pennies and dimes for a kiss
I wasn't lookin' for this
But now you're in my way
Your stair was holdin'
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night wind was blowin'
Where you think you're goin' baby?" It wasn't a song he's ever heard before, but that was all she sang before going to another one.
And for the next ten, maybe fifteen minutes, he listened to her singing different parts of different songs, some that he had heard, some that he hadn't, and some that were just her making instrument noises.
Then the water shut off and wet foot-steps could faintly be heard. It was about nine minutes later that Koven stepped out, in only the t-shirt , her underpants and the towel.
"Little confidant are you?" He smirked. She rolled her eyes.
"Dean Winchester, you chase just bout everything in a skirt. It's lucky that I only wear shorts and pants." She said, sitting on her bed, facing Dean. He sat up and looked at her.
"Maybe I should start chasing girls who steal my t-shirts." He said.
"Oh, not many of those out there." She said. "And are you trying to flirt with me?"
"Maybe." He said. She held up her hand where a golden wedding band, and a silver ring with a blue diamond attached to it was.
"Sorry. Married. To a ghost." She said.
"Well, aren't you just awesome." He said. She shrugged and pulled them off her finger. She then took off a chain that rest around her neck with nothing attached, and slid them onto it before clasping it back on.
"I am a Vermont, of course I'm awesome." She said proudly.
"I thought you were tired." He said. She pouted.
"I wanna cuddle." She pouted and he scoffed.
"Last time that happened, you hit me." He said.
"I wanted pizza." She said, rolling her eyes
"You betrayed me for the wrong food." He said, shaking his head. Most of the cat cuts had healed up, except for a few on his arm.
"C'mon Dean! It was food! I was hungry. All I've had in the past two days is pizza, cake and Cheetos." She said. "You're comfortable to sleep next to." She said.
You are such a girl.
Dean rolled his eyes and chuckled. He patted the space next to him and she jumped up from her seat, sitting next to him.
"You are a strange girl." Dean said. She shrugged and blinked innocently.
Just kiss him already.
"Shut up." Koven mumbled.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked.
"Theodora is being really annoying." Koven pouted, crossing her over her chest.
"Don't be so grumpy." Dean said, poking her side. She yelped and smacked his hand away.
"Don't do that." She frowned, her arms crossed once more.
"Why not?" He smirked.
"Because it tickles." She realized what she said to late, because now the elder Winchester was straddling her, tickling her hips.
She broke out into laughter, kicking her feet out, and trying to push him off
It was sometime around midnight when Koven woke up, laying next to Dean, his arms wrapped around her. Something in her stomach turned, and she felt a sharp pain in her gut.
"Dean." She said, shaking him. he mumbled a few things. "Dean let go of me now. Oh god let go." She ripped herself from his grip, and tripped over the sheets as she rushed to the bathroom.
Dean sat up quickly, looking at the lit op door way as she heaved the contents of her stomach—A bunch of candy, some pizza, and cake— into the toilet. Sometimes when she heaved, instead of something coming up, she'd let out a strangled burp.
Dean walked over, making sure it was alright before he kneeled next to her to hold back the hair that was trying to slip in front of her.
For the next half-hour, she spent it, burping, throwing up the contents of her stomach, and sitting there, waiting to see if it was over or not. But just the small of whatever the hell just came up, made her throw up even more.
Once it was all over, She quickly flushed the toilet before she could begin again. Then, she leaned against the tub, which was directly next to the toilet, and onto Dean who had seated himself next to her.
"I feel like shit." She mumbled, putting her head onto his shoulder.
"Hey, it's over right? Or do you still need to get some more out?"
"I don't think I have anything else to throw up besides stomach acid. I might just start burp gagging again."
She said, closing her eyes. "I just want to sleep." She said. Dean gave a slight smile.
"Well, let's get your face cleaned up, then we can go back to bed." He said. She groaned as Dean stood, then pulled her to her own feet. H got one of those cheep tiny paper cups she had picked up a while ago—To rinse her mouth out after brushing her teeth— and filled it with tap water. She was able to get most of the left-over throw-up out of her mouth, mixed with a lot of spit.
After she rinsed out her mouth, and washed her face off, she went back to the bed and laid down.
Once back and rested in bed. Koven rested her head on his chest which was covered by a thin grey t-shirt. It was warm, but she didn't mind. She just wanted to sleep. His arms were wrapped securely around her.
She took in his scent. Smoke, cheap motel-soap and the hunters perfume of body stench. All-in all, he didn't sleep all that good, but he still had a special scent, and she described as:
The Dean Winchester scent of manliness and other crap.