Sleeping arrangements
CHAPTER 13
DAWN POV
When I woke up I was in the Impala with the smell of Dean all around me. Comforted that I was safe I allowed myself the luxury of just lying there. I could smell the leather and gunpowder but also the underlying scents of the individual men in the car cinnamon and vanilla. I have always had a great sense of smell and over the years working with vampires, weres and others i have learned to rely on it more. I always brushed it off as my keyness, they screwed up with my taste buds but added a kick to my olfactory organ.
I let my vision go fuzzy to catch the auras of the brothers in the front seat. Sammy was sleeping and Dean was intent on the road. Their auras played off of one another seemingly without ether knowing it. Although i bet if I could pin either of them down and ask the right questions they might realize how strong their connection is. Dean's flared suddenly and I knew that he had seen me awake in the rearview mirror so I slowly sat up and smiled at his reflection.
"You alright?"
"Yeah sorry about that I must have been more tired than I thought and when I looked down the steps I had a bit of vertigo."
"Your stuff is on the floor in the back. Sammy had a flash of one of your memories when he picked the flask up. He's never done that before, its usually precognitive, said you were kidnapped and hurt but were saved by a guy with a motorcycle. Is that where you got those scars?"
Wincing I ducked my head to pick up the flask and lighter I thought of my response. I had planned on telling them the truth about myself in stages but it seems as if fate is making me take larger leaps then I am comfortable with, well they already know that there are less then ordinary circumstances surrounding my presence in this world. Steeling myself for a long bout of questioning I nodded, "Some of my scars are from that kidnapping but there were numerous other incidents."
"Start with that one. Why were you taken and what happened."
"As you know I'm the Slayers sister and at the time I was also a Junior Watcher in Training. High prize for the baddies, but I also have mystical qualities that got me nabbed on more than one occasion. This was one of those occasions. I had recently finished class and on my way to meet Spike I -"
"Spike, Scourge of Europe?"
"He'll be glad to know he's still thought of as the big bad."
"You were going to meet a master vampire?"
"No, I was going to meet Spike, who happens to be a master vampire."
"You are on a first name basis with a master vampire, a fourth of the Scourge of Europe?" his voice got higher and higher as he spoke.
"Two actually."
"Two what?"
"Two masters and members of the scourge, Spike and Angel...er, Angelus. That didn't help at all did it?" He looked so angry that I didn't need to read his aura to see it rippling. "Well, if it makes you feel better they both have souls..." under my breath I said, "now."
"Just finish the story."
"Okay. Well I was on my way to Spikes and I wasn't paying attention - after all it was light out! I was debating on what food we should order once I got to his place when I very normal looking young man bumped into me and another pulled me in an alley. I was quickly subdued, I hadn't taken may defense lessons at that point. They wanted the usual, ti use my blood for some dark ritual, the funny thing was they had no idea who or what I was only that I held mystical energy. They started the ritual and only pricked my finger, which I found slightly unusual, I mean don't the baddies usually go like way overboard?" Seeing his annoyed glance I regained focus. "Anyway turns out they only need to start the blood flow, the ritual does the rest. I bled from my eyes, nose, ears, mouth, fingernails it was even like the stigmata in some places like where ever I had once been injured. Midway through the ritual I passed out. When I woke up it was to Spike caring for me and promising to bring me home. He was so worried I knew I was in bad shape."
"So why did Sammy get the flash?"
"Maybe, I don't know, maybe that is one of the memories tied to the flask. One of my vulnerable moments."
"Sammy said once you saw...Spike...that you relaxed, you felt safe?"
"The safest."
"You truly believe that?"
"When he was still the big bad he wouldn't have hurt me or my mother, he liked us, even came over for hot coco with marshmallows."
Dean looked at me incredulously in the mirror and I shrugged. It was true, strange but true.
Dean pulled up to another hotel after a few minutes and that is when I noticed how late it was. He got out and left me in the car with a sleeping Sammy that hadn't even stirred when Dean closed his door.
When he returned he had a room key and few cans of soda. He opened Sammy's door and let him slip to the side. Sammy woke with a start and was on his feet in an instant but still disoriented. Dean completely ignored him and shut the passenger side door. He then opened my back door reaching in to get the duffel and slipped the large strap over his shoulder. Sammy just stood there leaning against the door, still fighting for wakefulness. I got out of the car as Dean walked to the trunk and opened it revealing two of my suitcases and their bags as well. Dean dropped his and Sammy's bags on the ground and took the duffel off placing it between the suitcases.
"Put whatever you'll need for the next few days in this," Pointing to the duffel, "That way we only have to transport this to and from the hotel room." Nodding I set to task, finishing quickly.
Dean locked the door and hoisted both his bag and mine onto his back while guiding me to our room. Sammy clumsily picked up his and trailed along behind us.
When the door opened I realized we had another problem. Only two beds and there was no way any of us could go without sleep tonight. Oh well Dawn, suck it up. No! No, bad, bad, naughty brain! no sucking. or lick- NO! Blushing, I sat in a chair by the door and watched the guys get settled. Sammy almost immediately collapsed onto the bed farthest from the door, taking up the entire mattress, sound asleep again.
"You should sleep."
"So do you, besides the room needs to be warded." Standing I walk to the closest bed and pull the salt, holy water and chalk I had in the inner pocket out of my bag. I trace salt wards with Deans help around the doors and then I use the holy water and chalk to ward off Vampires and other shiftier creatures using the spell Willow taught me. Dean watched closely, very closely. i handed him the holy water and chalk. "Keep it, they are both blessed and the spell can be cast by complete magic voids. You and Sammy will have no problem."
Nodding he put them in his bag and moved both bags to the table. He took off his sweater and had a plain white t-shirt on underneath it. He sat on the edge of the bed and took off his boots placing them under the table then his belt wallet and keys he placed on the night stand. Dean barefoot, clad only in Jeans and a T-shirt is enough to make a girl swoon, and swoon I nearly did.
Sitting heavily in the chair again I took off the shoes I only slid on for the trip from the car, as well as Dean's jacket that he had so graciously allowed me the use of for my comfort.
There were so few gentleman in the world today. Most that I knew were over a century old or British...or both.
Taking his cue I got ready for bed. I got up and made my way around Dean to the far end of the bed all the way to the head board and began turning down the sheets. He quietly walked to the other side and picked up the two pillows there and made as if he were moving.
"What are you doing? I'm not hat much of a bed hog?"
Almost startled he looked at me and said, "I didn't think you would be comfortable sharing a bed and my idiot brother was too tired to even think about it, and there is no moving him once he is really and truly out."
"Get in bed." I slid my bra off underneath my t-shirt in a maneuver that ever woman knows and baffles ever man. I then tossed it on top of my bag and slid under the covers.
Dean stood completely still for a moment before he said, "What about William? Won't he be angry?"
"William? Oh. He's libel to threaten you for seeing me with less clothing on than is appropriate long before he would be angry with this. This is sleep... with clothes."
Nodding Dean got under the blankets and turned the lights off.
Before falling to sleep I had to wonder, Was Dean really that scared of Spike?
