Chapter of been out sooner but…darn flash drive.
For once I slept without a nightmare in sight. It was as if that talk with Dean acted as a dream catcher and kept all the nightmares away, just because he told me he would be there for me.
In my peaceful dream he was still talking to me except, in the dream world, he had me on his lap and was rubbing my back slowly up and down. After calming me down he leaned into me slowly. It was as if all my dreams would come true. Dean Winchester was going to kiss me.
And that's when I felt a long and slimy tong on my face.
"AH!" My eyes shot open to meet the gaze of one very happy Hellhound. He wagged his tail and saturated me with his saliva. "Ah. Gross man!" I pushed off the ginormous dog as I heard the echo of my friend's laughter. I glared at them, trying to warn them that they should shut up.
"Sorry man. That was just way too funny." Cay was still chuckling, somewhat trying to cover her mouth. I sighed and sat up in my chair, petting Hellhounds head. Then I realized something. They were up before me…and already dressed.
"Umm…no one wanted to wake me up?" I raised an eyebrow at them.
"Well…we would of…But Dean thought it would be best to let you rest." Sami giggled, somewhat with a smirk.
"Oh…he did." I looked down in thought but as their giggles registered I shot another glare at them. "Nothing happened!" Cay put her hands up in defense as if I were attacking her.
"Don't worry Xana. I wasn't saying anything." I sighed as she left the room. Then her head peaked back and with a low whisper… "Except sex."
I bolted after the auburn haired wench and chased her down the stairs, tripping on almost every step. When we reached the bottom she took a hard left and we passed Cas who was looking highly confused. I ignored it and began to chase her around the small table where the other three had perched. I didn't stop till Bobby yelled.
"HEY!" His voice shouted, causing me to come to a complete halt in front of Dean. I shot daggers at Cay with my eyes while voicing my weak apology to Bobby. He sighed and looked back down at the papers that were scattered over his table, taking another sip of his beer.
"Well good morning to you." I heard Dean's voice and automatically smiled down at him.
"Good morning." I said sweetly. I noticed him looking me up and down with a smirk. What was he…
"Love the PJ's, but, um, I think you might be missing the bottoms?" He said as he smirked back up at my face. I felt the heat rush to my face as I came to realization that I was still in my shirt and undies pajamas. I rushed past him and back up the stairs, pushing Cay's shoulder as pay back. As I threw on pants and a bra I couldn't help but continue to kick myself in the ass for being so stupid. I then ran to the bathroom with my tooth brush and tooth paste and began to work on cleaning my teeth, scrubbing away at the dirt and the inner shame for being a complete fool…It was his fault entirely.
I walked back down the stairs, trying to prolong the walk of shame. I sighed as my feet yet again touched the bottom floor. Sam and they were discussing a case that Bobby thought he had found. Sami was walking around and handing everyone a plate of food. She handed me one and flashed me a somewhat apologetic smile. I sighed with a weak smile to show her I was fine. But, on the inside, I wanted to beat the shit out of Dean…Avoiding his face of course.
I glanced back over at Dean and saw he was smirking at me. I felt the heat rushing to my face once more and I forced myself to look away and concentrate on my friend Cay who was slipping the dog pieces of bacon.
"So, Bobby, what where you saying?" Sam spoke up, covering up the awkward sound of silence. I looked down to see Hellhound begging me for food with his big eyes. I smiled and handed him a piece of bacon, which he snatched up quickly.
Two guys in Rock Ridge, Colorado died of heart attacks; both were pretty healthy in that one was a marathon runner," Bobby explained. "Seems like somethin' you boys'll wanna check out."
Rock Ridge….that sounds familiar.' I thought to myself. I racked at my brain, wishing it would just tell 'episode we watched? I looked over at Cay who was trying to not chuckle. Sami had the same thoughtful face that I did. What were we missing?
""Let's head out then," Dean said, sloppily finishing up the last of Sami's cooking before taking a sip of his beer and standing up. "Come on, Sam."
Sam looked at his brother, forehead scrunching and brows furrowing together. "Uh, Dean… I think you're forgetting something." Sam's gaze fell on us.
Dean followed his gaze over to where we stood on the same side of the kitchen, and then looked back over to Sam. "Oh, no, I don't think so." I felt rage build up inside me again. Of all the insulting and infuriating things he can do, I refuse to let him leave us behind.
The corners of Sam's mouth twitched. "Dean, they're here to help."
"Yeah, Dean, we're meant to assist you," I said, wanting to get under his skin. "You obviously need our help since I had to save your ass once already." I smiled innocently at him, hoping to get on his bad side.
Dean scowled at me, giving me a stern glare.
"Listen, short-stuff—" Dean began before I cut him off.
"I'm fun-sized, you prick!"
"Would you two not start," Bobby snapped. "How do you plan on getting anything done if all you're going to do is argue? If Cas here says you need these girl's help, then you damn well better take it."
"So," Sam began, quickly changing the subject. "Why don't you ladies go pack some essentials and we'll be on our way?" He offered a tense smile and stood up.
I walked past Dean , arms still crossed and gave him another sweet smile as I quickly walked towards the stairs with Hellhound following me. I heard Deans heavy footsteps as he slammed the door shut behind him. After I had everything I need packed it came to the fun part, putting the said things in the impala and ignoring Deans bitching about how we don't need the things we were bringing, which was bull shit. He just wanted to irritate me.
We also argued for a good bit about Hellhound traveling with us, but I decided to let Dean win this one. "No dogs in the impala!" He yelled. Bobby, reluctantly, agreed to let Hellhound stay with him, to which he received hugs from us girls. We piled into the Impala, girls in the backseats and the Winchesters in the front. Cas said he would regularly check up on us, though he narrowed it down to "Check up on Cay" bbuuutttt he meant us to. We started our drive and thus started us harassing Dean and Sam. We picked on them most of the way, half way there darkness engulfed the night and every now and then someone would take a nap. I couldn't help but let my eyes drift to the man driving. Never had I been so close yet so far away from something I always wanted. What I wouldn't give to be in the middle seat up there, leaning against him as he would have his arm around me and cradle me from town to town, every now and then saying something that sounded like a compliment. I don't know why I was so drawn to him to begin with though. I remember first watching the series and thinking about what an ass hole he was…but then I noticed he was a sweet and caring for his family and friends. And, I guess at some point, my admiration for him being able to do what I couldn't, protect his younger sibling, turned into something a little more. I know I was in love with the character Dean, but being face to face with the real Dean…I had to think about that for a while.