Panty Raid
Chapter 8
DAWN POV
Several hours later found Dawn completely exasperated with the brothers. Dean had freshened up while Sam spoke with Giles, in fact, Dean was showered, dressed and both Dean and herself were feed before Sam finally hung up the phone. When Sam finished eating they had helped her to the car (while she grumbled) and driven her to her temporary residence (and slightly batty).
Now she found herself sitting in the center of her bed while the boys packed up her few belongings and brought them to the car. She was agitated, not that they were not careful with her things just that they refused to let her help them.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Sam pull a suitcase from the closet and put it on top of the dresser opened. He then reached for the top drawer before pausing slightly and calling out to Dean, "Hey! finish up in here will you man? I'll bring some of the her stuff down to the car." Without waiting for an answer he picked up her laptop case and a box full of ancient tomes and left the apartment.
SAM POV
As I reached for the dresser drawer I paused, realizing what may lay in the top drawer and asked myself if i really wanted Dean to rip my eyes out. It was obvious to me that he was digging on this girl and while I may enjoy messing with him occasionally I had a mighty love for my ability to breath.
So I took the cowards way out and in the process set him up for a possibly embarrassing situation and smiled the entire way to the car.
DEAN POV
What the hell was that? Never mind, I don't want to even contemplate what is going on in that head of his.
I walked over to where he was obviously working last and opened the drawer stopping as soon as i spotted the contents of said drawer. Black, Dark Green, Royal blue, Blood Red, Lace, Silk, Satin - my brain stopped functioning - the stuff I bought her doesn't hold a candle to the wonders of this drawer.
I am actually blushing. That little Fucker is gonna pay, I'll ring his neck just as soon as I can breath again. Alright jackass, act cool. Pulling the drawer out further I scooped up handfuls of the varied materials and placed then in the suitcase, I repeated this a few times until a strappy...thing... attached itself to the button on my sleeve.
The fates have it in for me. For once I am attempting to handle a woman's undergarments as little as possible and I get them STUCK to me. I finish up the top drawer, hoping to have the god damned things detach themselves. When that fails I make sure that my back is to Dawn and attempt to remove the... contraption, what the hell was this thing anyway? It was in her underwear drawer so it's gotta be something girly.
OK FOCUS! It seems to be attached to the button. I gently remove the catch from around my button; wouldn't want to damage the goods, or my shirt for that matter. Nonchalantly I placed the garment in the suitcase and while closing the top drawer I opened the next with he opposite hand.
The next drawer was even more of a turn on. Not sweaters or mini skirts, not even more lingerie, the drawer held only a few things: ammunition for her handgun, canisters of salt, a bottle of holy water, some lighter fluid, a flask and a silver Zippo lighter with a scratched engravings, and finally the most breathtaking piece of fatal artwork, a decorative curved blade with emeralds inlaid in the handle, (I was betting it was either blessed or cursed). The blade was made to cover your knuckles and its almost black metal didn't catch the light at all.
Not sure where to place these items I turned to find Dawn watching me intently. She had moved to sit at the edge of the bed as if she was going to stand. "Where do these go? " After a long moment she answered.
"I'll take care of those. There is more clothing in the bottom two drawers."
Getting up she walked over to the dresser and pulled a bag from behind it. Very nondescript green bag, almost looked army issue. Walking to the drawer she removed the flask and lighter placing them in the pockets of the pants she borrowed earlier; gathered the salt, lighter fluid and holy water dumping it into the bag.
She then carried her ammunition over to the bag placing it in a side compartment that looked to be water proof. Lastly she removed the blade and walked over to the bag she had placed on the edge of the bed. Reaching into the same waterproof pocket as before, she removed a brown leather sheath and with practiced ease slid it home placing it in the main compartment of the bag and retaking her seat on the mattress.
Fishing up with her clothes i pondered the significance of the only two items that she kept on her person. A flask and a lighter. She didn't seem the drinking or smoking type. Maybe they were magic? They did have something engraved on them. They looked to be real silver too. Maybe he'd ask...someday...a day when he wasn't raiding her panty drawer.
