George sat in a hospital room, her head resting on the bed and her arms tucked beneath it, the position she had fallen asleep in. A masculine, calloused hand was tangled in her hair, a hand belonging to a now sleeping Dean. He had been admitted to the hospital after George and her brother found him in the woods.
"Well, I mean, I was talking to him yesterday night and he said he found this dangerous patch of woods. I told him not to go, I've been reading the papers and I heard about the animal attacks. But he said that those attacks were in the city, nowhere near the woods. We argued a little about whether or not the animal lived in the woods." she laughed weakly, Dean couldn't tell whether she was actually crying or if it was just for the police "He told me that if I wanted to, I could come along, I wasn't going to at first but then I got this really bad feeling, you know? So I looked for the woods he was talking about, I can't drive obviously, my brother did"
"And the other boy?"
"Oh that's just my friend, he wanted to come too. Anyway by the time we found the woods it was already too late."
"How did you find him? He had gone pretty far into the woods"
"There was...blood...everywhere. It was horrible"
"Your brother just got out of jail"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well, you seem to be the only people who managed to get away from whoever's been attack-"
"Wait, you don't seriously consider him as a suspect, do you?"
"We're looking into the possibility"
"You won't find anything, he has a rock solid alibi" George sounded lethal now.
"Really?"
"We work shifts at my dad's diner. It takes practically a whole day to drive here and back, not considering traffic and the time it would actually take to kill anyone. The whole town would notice if he was gone that long."
"What does he do on his days off?"
"He fixes up this car our grandfather gave him. You can ask any of the women in town." there was a pause and then "He takes his shirt off most of the time"
"I see. Well that's all I need, thank you"
Dean didn't know why but he pretended to be asleep after that, George had been sitting with him since then. She fell asleep a short while later, she must have been exhausted. He was still impressed with the way she had kept her cool about everything, usually people go completely insane when they find out about this stuff. Her brother was also pretty calm about everything, he wondered if it was a genetic trait. Micah and Erin drove back to Kansas and George stayed with Dean, she would be going back with them once Dean was allowed to leave the hospital.
John arrived a little while later but both George and Dean had already fallen asleep, after checking up on them and making sure they were okay John took Sam back to the motel they were staying in.
A few days later Dean woke up to the sound of George swearing loudly, he opened his eyes and found her sitting with her eyes closed and her head hanging back, her hand rubbing the back of her neck.
"George?" he groaned, squinting his eyes against the sunlight.
"You're awake!" she smiled and moved her chair closer.
"What's wrong with your neck?" he asked, using his hand to block out the sunlight.
"You're asking me what's wrong" she mumbled and snorted "I just fell asleep in a bad position is all"
"Did you stay here all night?"
"Yeah, your dad was here a little while ago, he says the doctors are letting you go in a little bit, you were sleeping so he had a cup of coffee and hung around a bit before leaving"
"And Sammy?"
"He's fine, apparently John brought him over last night but we were both sleeping. He said they'll come back after breakfast"
"Breakfast sounds good right about now" Dean realized just how hungry he was.
"Already taken care of"
She handed him a paper bag that had been on the table next to his bed, she smiled as he opened it.
"Pie!"
"And coffee" she laughed and nodded.
"Thanks" Dean said.
"Don't mention it" she stood up and stretched "Anyway, I need to go to the bathroom, I think I drank too much coffee" she made a face before leaving.
Dean dug into his pie, a million and a half questions going through his brain, some of them for George, some of them for his dad, some of them for both. The last thing Dean remembered before passing out was watching George shove a knife through the werewolf's heart, he still got the chills whenever he remembered the look on her face, and he didn't scare easy. She was so…angry, he didn't think it was humanly possible for anyone to look that angry and sad at the same time. It made Dean feel kind of good though, that she was so sad and angry because of him, he knew he shouldn't feel good about it but this was the first time anyone outside of his immediate family actually gave two shits about him, and he was liking the feeling.
Even though he shouldn't.
"You know, I could totally get into this hunting stuff." George was wiping her hands on her jeans.
"It's not as glamorous as you think it is" Dean was staring intently at the empty coffee cup in his hand.
"Well yeah, I'm not stupid you know" George walked over to him and took the stuff from Dean's hands, stuffing them in the paper bag "It's the whole, saving people, ridding the world of evil sort of thing that makes it so appealing. I mean" she put the paper bag in the trash can and sat down on the edge of Dean's bed "To know that all the weird things that happen all over the world aren't just random coincidences is pretty cool, it's scary, but it's cool."
"It really isn't that great, George. I think it would be safer if-" Dean stopped himself, he was completely sure she would get offended had he said he was worried about her.
"It's different for you, you've grown up doing this. Me, aside from that time I pulled Em out of the street when he almost got hit by a car, I've never actually saved anyone's life before. It's different"
"It's not that different. No offence George but most people get into this for a reason not just because they think it's cool. It's kinda hard to sacrifice everything you have without a reason"
"You guys for your mom right?" her voice was quiet.
"Yeah. For my mom"
"Well, I can at least help out. I don't have to go all out" she smiled at Dean.
"Help out?" he cocked an eyebrow, she nodded eagerly.
"Definitely, if you guys need anything just give me a call, okay? Even if you're like…fugitives of the law or whatever" she winked and Dean chuckled.
"I'll keep you in mind" Dean smiled and she laughed weakly before she went back to staring at her hands, a distant look on her face.
"George?" his tone was cautious, she looked up at him a quizzical look on her face.
Dean grinned boyishly and spread his arms out for her, beckoning her to come closer. She smiled and lay down next to him, resting her head on his chest as he snaked his arms around her and kissed her head.
"Thank you"
"For what?" she sounded genuinely curious.
"For killing the fucking thing that was trying to kill me! What the hell else?"
"Oh, that, don't mention it" she laughed.
"How did you…?"
"You wouldn't believe me. I'm not sure if I believe it myself honestly"
"Try me" he fixed her with a persistent look and she sighed, studying his face thoroughly, Dean was just starting to falter when she spoke up.
"I sorta…dreamed about it…I guess."
"You dreamed about it?"
"Yeah, I saw everything, the thing threw you around like a goddamn toy. And it snapped your gun in half, you were running and crawling, just trying to get away and then…" she shuddered and pressed her face into Dean's neck.
"Hey, it's okay, I'm fine now" he stroked her hair gently, trying to make sense of what she had just said.
"But George…that means you had, like, a…premonition or something. Did you tell my dad about this?"
"…No. I didn't really know whether or not it would be a good idea"
"Well, you should, you know. He knows a lot more than I do. He'd probably be able to help you"
"I don't need help" she sniffed indignantly.
"No, of course not" Dean chuckled and smiled slightly and absentmindedly curled a strand of her hair around his finger.
"But, thank you, really, I owe you one." He seemed thoughtful for a second before adding "A big one" he smiled down at her and she nuzzled into his side.
"I said don't mention it" she muttered "I'm glad to be able to help"
"Does this have to do with my dad again?"
"I owe him my life Dean," she sounded a little annoyed "The least I can do is try to help him out. And since you're his son I guess saving your ass counts towards paying my debt too"
"I'm sorry. No need to get angry" Dean mumbled, she sighed deeply.
"No, don't, it's just…your dad is so frustrating sometimes. He treats like I'm a child getting in his way, it's just so aggravating"
"You shouldn't let him get to you. He's antisocial. And he doesn't like kids much either" he gave her a weak smile and she laughed.
"Yeah, I sorta remember that"
"George?'
"Hm?"
"How did you get here so fast? And the knife? Where did you get it?"
"Erin" her tone was grave.
"I went to him as soon as I woke up, Micah caught me and stopped me though, he made me tell him where I was going and he insisted on coming too. Anyway, he hotwired his dad's car for us and he drives like a crazy person, you know. And he gave me the knife, I'm grateful really, I was going to try using that gun you gave me"
"But how did he know-"
"He was possessed"
"What?"
"Yeah, the…thing left his body once we killed the werewolf. It was horrible to watch"
"And Erin…he survived?"
"Yeah, he's a little shaken up though, but he says he doesn't remember any of it, that or he thinks it's all some freaky dream. Either way it's better'
"But why…?"
"Would a demon help us? I really don't know. Neither does your dad. He's got the knife now, he's looking into it. He says it's pretty…holy…or whatever and that it would probably be very difficult for any normal demon to carry around"
"It's pretty weird. I've never heard of a demon actually helping anyone before. Even people they make deals with don't tend to get anything but what they asked for. A demon wouldn't voluntarily help that person unless it's in their contract"
"Huh. Well I didn't think demons helped anyone"
"You can make a deal with one, but of course you have to give up your soul in return so unless it's really worth it…"
"Well I didn't make any deal that's for sure" she sighed.
Dean pulled her closer to him and pressed his face into her hair, he loved the way it smelled, the way she smelled in general. It made his stomach flutter and his brain go fuzzy, it helped him wipe his head of everything he wanted to forget, so he grabbed every opportunity to smell her hair. It smelled like her shampoo, strawberries were the main thing but there was something else in the background, something he couldn't really determine. Her smell made him wonder what she would taste like, no doubt she'd taste better than anything in the world, he was sure of it.
"Mmm" he mumbled into her hair, breathing in deeply.
"You promised to take care of yourself, asshole"
"I didn't promise anything."
"Whatever, I'm still pissed at you. I knew something bad would happen" Dean remembered her peculiar behavior when John announced that they were leaving.
"Really? Did you have another one of your special dreams?"
"No. I just got a really bad feeling is all. Thank God I managed to save your ass in time" she looked thoughtful, as if she was wondering what would have happened if she hadn't.
She shuddered and buried her face in his neck once more.
"You shouldn't have done that you know, you could have seriously been hurt."
"Shut up. Don't even start that shit up." she sounded annoyed, tired too.
"Whatever, it was still dangerous"
"I wasn't going to let you die"
"You could have called me, warned me or something"
"You would have gotten cocky and told me not to worry, and then cracked some perverted joke about me being worried about you. Sorry Dean-o but saving your ass sounded a lot more effective to me"
"Well you could have tried doing it sooner"
"It took a while to find the right patch of woods."
"That reminds me, did my dad get the other werewolf?"
"Yeah, Sam told me they got another two"
"Hm."
"What?"
"Well, it's pretty weird. Three werewolves in the same area, they don't usually like to share, they're loners really. Not like vampires"
"Maybe they were brothers or something" she shrugged one of her shoulders.
"Maybe"
"Hey! You changed the subject!" she poked him roughly in the ribs.
"Ow! You didn't have to do that!"
"It made me feel better"
"You realize that I sort of owe you my life and shit now don't you?"
"You don't owe me anything. Your dad saved my life when I was a kid, and until I can save his I'll do the next best thing" she pouted stubbornly and Dean sighed, running his thumb over her lower lip, tugging at it when he reached the end.
"Whatever you say"
"Tell you what, we make a deal"
"Christo"
"Huh?"
"Just making sure you aren't a demon"
"Whatever. We both look out for each other, deal? But this only applies in really really big danger. I don't want you beating up anyone who pisses me off, I can take care of myself just fine" she raised her eyebrows questioningly and Dean pretended to think about.
"Uh…deal" he smirked down at her and extended a hand out towards her, she took it.
And before he knew what was happening she had her lips pushed up against his too, not just her lips though, her entire body sort of molded itself against his. Dean kissed her back, letting his eyes flutter close, riding with the heat of the moment. He raised a hand to her hair, tangling his finger in her silky locks. His other hand rested at her hip, stroking the jut of her hip bone tenderly. She slipped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing across his neck, sending shivers down his spine and causing goosebumps to spring up along his arms.
Dean parted his lips and ran his tongue along her bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth and sucking. She moaned his name, her hot breath brushing against his upper lip. Dean felt blood rushing to his southern regions and for once he was glad he was wearing hospital clothes.
"Mmm, you're killing me George" Dean mumbled huskily as he placed a rather sloppy kiss on her jaw, his eyes still closed.
"The effect is pretty mutual" she breathed, one of her hands drifting up into his hair.
Dean sighed happily against her neck and ran his tongue along her collar bone in short strokes, kissing the hollow of her neck gently and moving back up to her lips. He found her smiling, her eyes filled with mirth, he grinned back, pressing his lips to her forehead.
"Would you like to explain yourself Ms. Reynolds?"
"What?"
"Why'd you do that?"
"You saying you didn't like it?" she arched her eyebrow, looking slightly offended.
Dean studied her face, her eyes were slightly glazed over and her cheeks had colored slightly, her lips were red and slightly swollen Oops he thought, she didn't seem to mind though. He noticed that he still had his hand in her hair, but instead of releasing it he gripped it tighter and pulled her head, rather roughly, towards him. She opened her mouth to say something but he had already shoved his mouth against hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She responded almost immediately, curling her tongue around his.
They heard a little cough coming from the doorway and sprung apart, George's face turning crimson as she mumbled a curse word and ran her fingers through her hair.
"What do you want, Sammy?" Dean sounded a little annoyed.
"Doctors are letting you leave. Brought you your clothes" Sam dropped Dean's duffel on the edge of the bed, smirking.
"What are you smirking about?" Dean asked, his eyes narrowed.
"Nothing" Sam smiled innocently and left the room.
"The little shit" Dean mumbled after he had left, sighing.
"George?"
"Yeah?"
"How long have I been here? I've sorta lost track of time"
"Couple of days"
"Seriously though, you didn't answer my question" he said as he got out of the bed and began ruffling through his duffel, looking for clean clothes to wear.
"Why I kissed you?"
"Yeah" he nodded.
"Well, why are you asking?"
"Because, well, I'm really hard now, it's not even fucking funny." She chuckled and Dean shook his head, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"You enjoy my pain don't you?"
"As long as I'm the one inflicting it sure" she winked, grinning mischievously.
"That is extremely kinky" Dean smirked and she smiled back.
"Whatever floats your boat"
"I'm going to the bathroom." He picked up a wadded pile of his clothes and headed for the door.
"Need some help? I could always get rid of your hard on for you" she smirked when Dean started coughing heavily.
"Thoughts of you are quite enough angel" he left and George sighed deeply, heading out of the room to join up with John and Sam, smiling shyly when she caught Sam's eye.
