Warning: It's about to get a little steamy here. It has been a little over 3 months since they've seen each other after all. And you knew it was bound to go this way if you've been following the story.
Also, I think you'll understand a little more as to why Dean likes Manda - besides the reasons from the last story that is.
There is a bit of that soft side of him in here too, and hopefully you don't think I've made him too soft or too out of character, but that it's just the right balance for him given the story. Then again, it's just my spin on him and his layers once more.
Manda had taken a shorter bath than she had intended on. The warmth was making her sleepy and as much as she wanted to sleep, she wasn't about to go to bed yet. She was tired, but there were other things she was more tired of.
She knew who would be coming up the stairs eventually, and that kept her going.
Three months had given her quite a longing for Dean, and while she knew she could have just been with someone else or quite a few guys in that time, she hadn't.
A little over a month ago, she had met a guy who had reminded her a little of Dean, but the more Manda had talked to him, the more she knew then that the random guy might have been great to fill a night of loneliness with, but he wasn't who she really wanted. She had just settled for memories from then on out until she could meet up with the man she did want again.
Standing there in her room, Manda debated calling down to Dean, but then decided against it. He would wander up here sooner or later, and she hoped to find out an idea or two he had at helping her sleep because if not, she had plenty of her own and knew it wouldn't take much to convince him.
Manda really did want the night off, and for her that meant not thinking about what had happened to her. She wanted to just forget it for right now, maybe just pretend for a little while that the hunting life was one she didn't know a thing about, and to spend some time with Dean.
Even if they'd done their sort of apology earlier, she wanted to make it up to him for not calling, and maybe to give him a little of that perfect weekend she joked about since he had come out here for her.
Digging through a bag, she selected something she'd picked up awhile ago with that weekend in mind. Dean was pretty easy to turn on, she knew that. He had always found it amusing that she never wore plain bras and panties, but stuff that was a bit soft and girly. Hunting was almost always anything but feminine, but she liked to maintain that aspect of herself under the normal outfit of jeans, shirts, tank tops and jackets she usually had on. Sometimes she dressed up a little more, but most of the time she didn't.
Manda got dressed, and then went to find something to do while she waited, wondering how long it would take for Dean to make his way up to her.
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Dean had turned off the TV, stoked the fire, and then locked up for her. He knew Chuch had a key, so she'd have to use it when she and Sam came back or they were spending the night in her car for all he cared.
He wandered up the stairs with a beer in his hand, and hoped Manda hadn't fallen asleep. She hadn't come back downstairs, and either that was one long bath or she had turned in for the night despite what she had said earlier.
Dean walked up the second set of stairs to her room, and his jaw dropped a little when he was at the top and standing in the open doorway.
"I Just Want To Have Something To Do" by the Ramones had just started playing softly and Manda sat on the bed with her back against the headboard. Her knees were raised and pulled up close to her, and she was wearing a thin, short black satin robe. The robe rested more around her hips to leave her legs completely exposed. He couldn't really see what she else she had on from where he was and because her knees were blocking the rest of her. The robe was open though, and he could see a hint of red peeking out from behind her legs. He was more than curious right then to see the rest, even though he knew he'd be happy with what he saw anyway since he thought Manda had a great body. She was trim, but had just enough curves in all the right places.
She was an attractive girl, and he'd seen how other guys checked her out in bars. Looking at her from head to toe with that lustful look in their eyes as they went from her pretty face surrounded by the long wavy hair all the way down her long legs in the just tight enough jeans she almost always wore, wondering what a night with her might be like.
She always looked good, but what really set the scene for him right now though, was the revolver she had in her hand. The cylinder was out, and she was looking closely at the whole thing. She was every bit a hunter, but just as much of a woman too, and that was just attractive to him.
"Well that's just perfect," Manda muttered to herself a little annoyed.
"It is," Dean said out loud, and then realized he hadn't meant to. He was caught up in watching her, and he was sure she had no idea how hot she looked right now. She was definitely his kind of girl, and seeing her like this only reconfirmed it for him. He had no idea right then why he'd waited so long to see her again, why he didn't try to see her a little more or why he didn't push for more from her besides this understanding they had.
Manda heard Dean, looked up, turned her head to see at him standing in the doorway and laughed. "I was talking about the revolver, and right now it's far from perfect."
"I wasn't… but what's wrong with it?" Dean walked in the room then, pushed the door to close behind him even if they were alone in the house, and sipped on the beer he'd forgotten was in his hand as he walked over to the bed.
"It needs to be cleaned, a slight alignment tweaking, and something else I haven't figured out yet. I meant to pull it apart since it was sticking a little and jammed once on the last job, but..." Manda stopped. She had meant to do it before she'd gone missing, and right now she didn't want to think about that.
Dean sat down on the end of her bed on an angle and put out a hand. "Let me have a look at it." It was the last thing he wanted to have a look at, but he'd do it for her anyway.
"Trade? Since you weren't nice enough to bring me a beer too." She smiled even though she could see he wasn't looking at her face.
His eyes were stuck on her legs. Her thighs were a little more toned than he remembered them being, but still looked just as good. Even with the old and faded small scars on her legs here and there, they were still long, and he could tell they were just as smooth as he remembered them feeling. His eyes finally traveled up to her face when he felt her gaze on him. "Didn't know you'd want one, but sure," he said, smirking. He couldn't refuse her, especially not right now.
She traded him the revolver for his beer.
Dean watched her take a sip of beer, and then as she placed the bottle on top of one knee and held it there. If Manda was trying to seduce him tonight, it was working. Dean wanted to toss the revolver aside, reach for her legs and pull her down to him, but instead he now looked at the gun.
He didn't know if she realized how good she looked now compared to earlier. The bath had relaxed her, and she seemed a little livelier than she had been before, and concentrating on the revolver wasn't working.
He looked the gun over quickly, only for about a minute, and then stopped when he saw her stretch out her legs on the bed, moving the beer bottle to rest on her thigh now. "It does need a few things, but I'll take a better look at it tomorrow."
"Thanks." She offered him the beer back in return for the revolver.
Dean's eyes scanned over her. She was wearing red bikini panties and a sheer red camisole that left little to the imagination given that hugged her in all the right places, barely made it to her waist and he could see her skin through it. The breast section wasn't sheer though, but it had a good cut that highlighted what she had well. He noticed that she had put the symbol he'd found in her car on a new chain, and that it hung right to where her breasts started. He grinned as he clicked the cylinder shut, and then handed the revolver back to her, thinking about how much he wanted her right now.
Manda sort of shook her head, laughed a little at the look on Dean's face, and then stretched out to put the revolver in the drawer of the night table.
Dean saw the cut of her bikini underwear better when she moved. The only thing that held them on was the thin elastic that sat a little low across her hips. She had chosen well for tempting him, he had to admit that. Leaving a little to wonder about here and there, still looking alluring too. He felt a little warm and chugged on the beer.
She looked back at him and could tell he was enjoying what he saw. "Liking what you see, Winchester?"
"Always have, Chambers," he answered with a naughty smile.
Manda chuckled. "Just thought I should make up for not calling you… let you have a little taste of that weekend you should be here for instead."
"Is this one of those ideas you were mentioning earlier?" He took the last sip of beer now. He was trying to stop himself from just reaching out until she wanted him to.
She leaned forward towards him. "Maybe," she said as she slid her hand over his, and then took the empty bottle from his hand.
Dean was ready to pull her back by the arm, but he leaned back on the bed, rested on an elbow and watched her instead.
Manda stuck the bottle on the night table, and then she got up from the bed.
Dean sighed softly as he sat up. Manda was looking to tease him, and it seemed she knew just how to do it. He knew she wasn't going to play fair tonight, but he was ready to match her game soon, and he knew this would turn out to be one hell of a night once he did.
She walked over to the stereo which was now playing AC/DC's 'Let Me Put My Love Into You.'
Dean got up quickly and followed her. She wasn't getting very far away from him for the rest of the night.
Manda was singing along with the song when she went to reach out for the iPod that was connected to the stereo and felt Dean's hands settle on her hips. "I was only going to turn this off and then I was coming back." She felt him sweep all her hair over her left shoulder, and then the soft kiss landed on the right side of her neck.
"Too late… and leave it on," he whispered in her ear, letting one hand run down to her thigh.
"Hoping for a lap dance, Winchester, or a strip tease maybe?" She reached up behind her with her right hand, and stroked his face lightly.
Dean's eyes went wide not thinking he had heard her right, and then knowing he had. He knew she'd do one of them if he wanted her to. It was obvious she'd be good at it too from how she was going about things now, but the teasing either involved would have him so worked up he wouldn't be able to sit for long if she did one of them. "Tempting, Manda, but without the no touching rule you wouldn't get too far into either one." The hand he had left on her thigh glided up the front of her slowly beneath the open robe before it went back down again to stop on her waist as he hummed along with the song. He let a trail of kisses and a bit of his tongue work up the side of her neck.
Manda chuckled as she placed both her hands over his on her waist. She swayed slowly, just a little against him in a way she knew would tease him badly. "True… another time I guess." The robe slipped off her shoulders just a bit then.
Dean couldn't believe her tonight, she was looking to drive him up the wall with all this. Manda had never been quite this way before, but it was only making him like her more. He knew this was going to be even better than he'd imagined it would be since the last time he'd seen her.
"Ready to make this a fair game?" he whispered the question really low in her ear. Then he went to kiss the spot on the base of her neck that he knew drove her wild, but stopped when he saw the scars. His head straightened as he looked down at her shoulder.
"If you're stopping this now, you're so going to… " she started to say as she felt the way he had backed off a bit.
"Mind if I get a look at look at your back now? I didn't get to see your scars too closely earlier," he cut her off. Dean had meant to get a better look at her scars, and as much as he wanted to keep this going, he knew he had to look at them now and not later. He let go of Manda, and took a deep breath to try to clear his head as he didn't believe he was stopping things right now.
She turned and looked at him with a bit of disbelief and disappointment. "You want to look at them now? Way to kill the moment, Dean."
His eyes went down the front of her and he held back as much as he could on a grin. "Trust me Manda… that moment is going to be easy to get back to." Dean kissed her passionately then, and let her feel the desire he had for her. "Or I can keep it sort of going while I look."
"Okay… whatever you want to do then." She turned around again and felt his hands guide off the robe from her arms, and then saw it land somewhere on the floor nearby. Manda went to grab the end of the camisole but he pushed her hands away. She looked at him over her shoulder questioningly, and only saw him smile at her in return.
Dean put his fingers on the top of her thighs, let them rake up gently to her waist, and then found the sides of the camisole. He bunched the fabric a little in his fingers, and then began pulling it up and off her. He was about to toss it when she grabbed it from him.
"It's not exactly that warm in here yet, Winchester," Manda said playfully. She held the camisole to her chest with her right hand. She definitely wasn't shy with him, but she was a little cold and standing there like this wouldn't help.
Dean chuckled a little, and took a step back. "I'll look quickly."
Manda nodded and looked straight in front of her again.
He eyed her for a moment standing there with her hair hanging halfway down hair back, all the naked skin, her ass looking as good as he remembered in the string bikini cut underwear. And he was kicking himself for stopping the moment right then as he continued to look at her and saw the woman leak through in the hunter she was.
Manda might be hard, strong and guarded most of the time, but she was also soft, fragile and vulnerable at times too. The scars that covered her randomly meshed with the softness of her skin. Her muscles were toned but had never gotten bulky even given the strength they had. She was tough in a lot of ways, but there was a delicateness to those same ways too when she let it be shown. She was such a combination of things that it worked for her, and it worked for him. Dean loved the mixture of things she was and how she switched between them when she needed to.
He moved her hair back over her left shoulder again since it had fallen down her back, and finally looked at the scars down the right side of back now. They were quite reddish in colour and looked like she'd just had the stitches taken out of them. He didn't understand it. They were over five months old and shouldn't look like this. "They did heal completely right?"
"You saw them before, they didn't look like this." She was standing there waiting for him to finish looking, and knew he'd been looking at more than her scars at first.
Dean stepped closer again, reached out with his right hand and lightly placed two fingers on the ones that started on her shoulder. He watched her shudder as soon as his fingers touched the top of them and started to sweep downwards. He knew that had nothing to do with how cold she might have been standing there almost naked now.
Manda's back tensed, and she looked over her shoulder at him. "Don't," she barely got out the word.
Dean heard the tremble in her voice, and his fingers stopped where they were, barely down her back at all. Manda had always shuddered whenever he touched them, and he believed it bugged her, but she had never said anything before. "Why?"
She turned her head away from him and bowed it. Dean usually tried not to touch her scars, but it couldn't be avoided at times. Manda had tried to feel comfortable with it, but there was something about the way he did touch them that sent a chill through her. It was always delicately soft, like he didn't want to remind her of the pain that had come along with them, but it only seemed to intensify it for her. "You touching them… it's just… it's too much." Her voice had broken a little as she spoke, and Manda reached behind her with her left arm and went to grab his hand in order to push it away from her.
Dean used his left hand to stop her. He moved her arm back to her side and held it there. "You got them because of me." He let his fingers starting brushing down over her scars again, and he added two more fingers when he reached the smaller ones halfway down.
"No, I got them because of me." She was the one who had gotten careless after pushing him away when they had met. Manda didn't place any blame on him for it, it had all been her fault and he knew she felt that way. She let out a sharp exhale and shivered again as his fingers reached the end of the scars.
Dean gently moved her arm to in front of her, put it across her waist, and then slipped his fingers through hers as his hand went over hers to keep it there. He put his right arm around her, going over her arm that was holding the camisole to her chest, and let his hand grip around her upper left arm. "You wouldn't have gone out on that job like that if it wasn't for me," he said before kissing her shoulder right where the scars began.
Manda gasped and went completely stiff. He had never done that before, and she thought he had known better than to do that.
"Hey… it's okay," he whispered in her ear. He had almost forgotten how perfectly she seemed to fit in his arms, how much he liked having her there. Dean pulled her a little tighter against him, but felt her remain completely still and tense. "It's okay."
She could feel her eyes welling up. "Please, Dean, stop…"
"Sshhhh," he cut her off softly as he heard the pain in her voice. "It's all right… I'm not going to hurt you." Dean kissed her shoulder again and continued going up and to the side of her neck. He wanted her to get comfortable with him touching her scars instead of always hiding the pain and recoiling just a little. "I know what comes attached to those kinds of wounds, Manda. You don't have to keep hiding it from me."
She closed her eyes, and fought off the tears that wanted to spill. Dean was being gentle with her and letting her know he was there for her in his own way. He was also right, he knew all too well about what came attached to wounds like the ones they both had, and he would never hurt her intentionally. Hiding things was what Manda did though, and while she knew she shouldn't do it with him, it was just easier at times. "I-I just… I'm not…" She was struggling to find the words.
Dean planted a few more tender kisses on her neck. "You trust me right?"
She nodded slowly. Manda did trust him, with her life if she was honest about it.
"Then you don't have to keep being strong right now. You know you're safe with me." He held on to her, and waited for her to relax a little or to respond.
Manda stood there completely rigid and still for a few minutes as she thought about it. She knew Dean was telling the truth, she would always be safe with him. He'd never given her a reason to doubt that. She squeezed his fingers tightly, but didn't say anything.
He knew the squeeze was her way of saying she would let him look after her. Dean felt her relax a little then. "I won't let anything happen to you, Manda," he whispered, and kissed the side of her head.
"Dean," she said weakly. Manda titled her head back and turned it to look at him then. She felt his grip loosen a little so she could do it without straining her neck too much.
"Mm-hmm,' he mumbled as his lips met the corner of hers. Then Dean turned her around to keep the kiss going.
Manda let go of her camisole then, and put her arms around his neck. "I'm tired of being alone," she whispered out the confession. She was tired of it, she'd been alone for too long now and it was wearing her down more and more lately.
"You don't have to be now." Dean's arms went around Manda's back, and he pulled her right against him.
The kiss she gave him was hard and hungry. She started edging him backwards to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off him on the way there.
Dean let her pull him out his shirt, and kept meeting her kisses with the same hunger now. He felt the bed at the back of legs before Manda pushed him back and he fell against the mattress.
She was over him quickly in a low straddle with one leg in between his, the other on the other side of one of his. Her arms were on the bed on each side of his head with her elbows keeping her propped up. "I don't want think anymore tonight," Manda said as she looked down at him.
Dean had let his hands start on her thighs, worked them up to her hips, and then ran up her back gently. "I can help you with that." He tucked a bit of her hair that had fallen over her face behind one ear, and then put his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She took it deeper quickly and he rolled them over.
He knew what Manda needed right now whether she was exhausted or not, she needed something that would take her mind off everything for a little while and maybe leave her to sleep soundly when it was over.
Manda stopped the kiss, and put a hand on the side of his face. Her eyes searched deep into his. "God I've missed you," she said truthfully. She didn't care if he didn't say it back, but she needed him to know that's how it was for her.
Dean pushed himself a bit up on his elbows, and was leaning over her as he saw the truth in her eyes. He heard it in her voice too, and his smile was genuine as he looked down at her. Manda was finally admitting she missed him, and he knew he should tell her the same thing back, but he couldn't just yet. "I know you did." His lips came crashing down on hers and he hoped she felt back what he didn't say.
Manda's hands went for his t-shirt and started pulling it off him as she lost herself in the intense kiss.
He had to break away briefly for the shirt to go over his head, but then felt her lips on his throat quickly, and then were coming up his chin urgently to find his mouth. When Manda locked her open mouth on his, Dean felt her pull him closer on her.
"Sorry I let so much time go by without seeing you," she mumbled as his lips trailed from her mouth down to her chest. Manda knew he was going to leave her for a moment since there were still a few items of clothing to remove between them.
Dean heard her and came back up to look at her. "Don't be." His fingers had made their way to the sides of the waistband of her panties and he was tugging down just a little. His eyes burned into Manda's with a look that said what he wanted now, and saw that she wanted it too. "Now can we get to that not thinking part, make up for some of that time?"
She nodded, and lifted her hips to let him do what he wanted. Manda would let him take over now, and he would look after her while she let her guard down for the night. It had been far too long since the last time she'd been with Dean, and she needed him and this more than she thought he probably knew.
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Chuch and Sam pulled into the driveway in the darkness of the night.
It had been a few hours since they'd left. They had caught up over a few drinks, and then had a little fun in the back of her car before they decided to head back to Manda's place.
The door was locked when they got to it, and Chuch had used her key to let them in. Both of them were laughing a little as they walked in and found the house quiet and in darkness.
Chuch turned on a small lamp, and emptied the pockets of Manda's jacket that she had borrowed on the table by the door. Then she took off the jacket and hung it up.
Sam was heading up the stairs to her room. She had invited him to spend the night with her, maybe to have a little more fun too.
Chuch wandered to the fireplace and added a bit more wood to it. It had died down from whenever it had been set, and she knew it was cold at night without it going.
Then she went back to where she had put her stuff and sorted through what she had left on the table. She picked out her change, her wallet, her keys she had tossed in the pile, but left behind a matchbook and some lip gloss. Both were Manda's, so Chuch didn't pay too much attention to either item before she made sure she had locked up, and then headed up the stairs to meet Sam.
So, do you see why he likes her now? Sure she was a bit of a tease, but she knows him and how he is. And we all know how Dean is when it comes to women... Hopefully you think she'd be his type of girl and not too overboard in this chapter.
A piece of the missing days will become known sometime during the next day...
Thanks for reading, and as always - review if you want to :) It's always appreciated.
