"Oh, Captain! My Captain!"
DEAN POV
When I entered the hotel room Sammy and Dawn were talking quietly about... well, they were either talking about baking a cake or geeking out over computers - either way, not my thing.
"Alright so Uncle Bill brought presents! Who wants to tear in first? - Sammy how about you first..." With that said (very quickly so that no questions could be asked) I tossed him the leather bound book.
Catching the book he gave me quick glance, for which I kept a strait face, then he opened the cover and I could see the exact moment he realized what it was. His cheeks tinged with pink he looked over to me... and that was about the time I realized I forgot to re-salt the door because Sammy's eyes grew huge while simultaneously a body slammed into me and there was a flash of light.
I hit the floor hard and immediately struggled with the weight pressing me to the floor rolling so that I was on top. Instead of being pushed away or my assailant trying to roll over again to gain the upper hand they grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me closer, wrapping their arms and legs around me. I struggled for an instant until I realized a.) Woman parts and b.) Dawn was trying to shield me from something. I pulled her closer and pressed her body closer to mine, wrapping my arms around her and trying to keep her as close to the floor as possible and cover her with my hands and arms.
I heard Sammy's muffled shout and I glanced up to see him on the floor behind the bed, clutching his side. I almost got up - to go to him. Dawn's arms clenched around me and held me close. I couldn't leave her. Sammy saw me look and held up a hand to me, telling me to stay. Then pulled a book from underneath the bed and held it up. It had a hole through the first half of the book but clearly hadn't penetrated.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Dawn stiffened, I was so close to her neck that I could see the goose bumps form.
"Babe, I gotta re-salt the door. I need you to scurry across the floor to Sammy. Got it?" Nod. "One, two, three." I pulled my self up and away from her. I kicked the door closed and turned on my hip to finish the job. I grabbed the rocksalt / catseye shell compound and redrew the line. Then stood and locked the door.
"What the hell was that?" I said as I turned to see Dawn lifting Sammy's shirt to see the already forming bruise. Ow.
"Looked like a spell or an energy burst. Whoever it was is long gone. It was like a trigger bomb." Dawn look up and scanned me in a practiced manner, obviously checking for injuries. She quickly looked away but that one look both made me fall a little bit more and made my heart break ever so slightly because she did it by rote, and I knew the feeling.
"I ruined that book. Will he be mad?" Sammy looked at Dawn nervously. Breaking my train of thought.
"What?"
"The book spike let me borrow. It got ruined. He's not gonna attack me in my sleep or anything is he?" I looked down and saw that the bag and reference book had skittered to the floor below the window and were in perfectly good shape.
"Nah dude, that was for you to keep. He thought you might find it interesting. Said it was a present."
"What was it?" Dawn asked innocently.
"Ahh, well… If he isn't going to need it back, then I guess it doesn't matter." Sammy stumbled over his words and tried to remove himself from the bed. I walked over and shoved him down.
"He got a book of poems. The Captain's Verses."
DAWN'S POV
"Really? Wow, great book. Very… visual. Sucks that it was destroyed," I held up the mangled book, it still smoked. "You don't mind do ya? We can pick you up another copy. I didn't know you liked Neruda."
I glanced up and caught the tail edge of Dean's aura before my vision went back to normal. Dean was still jumpy and silver sparked all over, hadn't stopped since the last time I looked. I still had goose bumps from his breath on my neck and the tone in his voice when he told me to go to Sammy.
By the time I looked into Sammy's face however it was just his normal blushing cheeks. I didn't need to read his aura to know that he was embarrassed.
The day passed without much incident: research, books and more research. I felt like Dean was looking at me but I could never catch him. Something was different, or would be.
The most entertainment I got was when Spike found out about the attack.
Spike called to check in, late afternoon, after he got up. I told him about the energy bomb and I got as far as mentioning that Sam had been injured – I didn't even have the chance to tell him it was a just bruise – when I was listening to a dial tone.
Ten minutes later there was a screech outside and our door was kicked in by a pissed off, smoldering, snarling, bumpy-faced Spike.
The guys drew down before they even realized it. Spike shoved Dean out of the way, gun and all, he came face-to-face with Sammy, who still had his gun out and pointed directly at his chest.
Click.
Uh-oh. Dean is not happy. I backed up into his chest and took his gun arm and brought it across my chest pointing the gun away from the two men. He growled somewhere just above my right ear and I shivered. He tightened his arm and put his other hand on my waist. I took his gun, put the safety back on and slid it beside us and put it on the dresser.
All the while Spike had grabbed Sammy by both shoulders and pulled him into his body. A very interesting thing to watch considering Sammy has a good few inched on Spike, not to mention body mass. He held Sammy a foot from him with Sammy's gun pointed directly at this chest.
He stared hard into his face and then looked down between them at the gun. His face melted back to his human visage and he pulled Sammy even closer, pressed himself right up against the muzzle of the hand gun forcing it closer to Sammy and then palmed his head.
Spike pulled Sammy in for a scorching kiss and the gun dropped to the floor. Whoo!
