With bloodshot eyes I watch you sleeping
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading
Tarva woke with a start. Her breath was ragged and her body was covered in even more sweat. She had had that dream again-that nightmare. The one where blood was on her hands and her body shook with so much terror she couldn't even think straight. Every once in awhile this nightmare would resurface but ever since she had encountered Dean it had been happening more often then she would've liked.
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home
The man beside her stirred. Dean's ear were pounding. The sound of her breaths were exploding within his ear drums. "Tarva? What's wrong?" His body seemed to react of his own free will, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
The moments die, I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me are slowly fading
The sudden contact made her jump, her eyes wide when she realized that it was only Dean. "Oh...I um..." Her delicate hands fussed at the curls spilling over her shoulders trying to smoothe them out. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bad dream is all. I should probably get-holy shit."
"What?" Dean questioned, confused by the sudden change of thought. He followed her eyes to the blood stained bedsheets wrapped around them. "What the fuck?"
"Oh god, the scratches on your arms. They're bleeding everywhere. It's my fault!" Tarva gasped.
"It's fine, it's fine. I'll go shower. It's no big deal."
"But Dean-!" Tarva gripped his arm forceably her eyes pleading with him to be careful. Dean knew that it must've been due to the nightmare that she was acting so possessive and worried. He kissed the top of her head and released the tension in his muscles.
There's always something different going wrong
The path I walk's in the wrong direction
"Hey, it's alright. You didn't mean to. Do you want to help me get cleaned up?"
She nodded slowly and slipped from the bed heading towards the bathroom. Dean joined her and turned the knobs of the shower. Water filled the tub which he now plugged once the temperature was right. "So what was your dream about? It seemed to shake you up pretty bad."
Tarva avoided looking at him. "I don't really talk about it. Just things from the past come up sometimes. I'd rather just leave it as a nightmare then bright it up again."
Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home
Dean nodded. "Fair enough. Um...I don't normally do this but do you want to get breakfast or something?"
She chuckled and almost snorted. "I'm surprised you even asked me. You seem like the type of guy that would hit it and quit it."
"Exactly, which is why I said I don't normally do this. Take it or leave it. It doesn't matter to me." He sat on the edge of the tub and tested the water with his foot.
Tarva kneeled beside him and dipped a washcloth in the hot water. Carefully she began stripping away the blood that remained on his arms and back. He flinched every once in awhile at the stinging that still remained for the most part. "i wouldn't mind drowning in a sea of pancakes and eggs. Breakfast foods is the key to the soul."
Now it was Dean's turn to chuckle. "My breakfast normally consists of black coffee. But you seemed to need something comforting I guess."
Tarva smiled and cast her gaze on his face. "Thanks Dean. Breakfast sounds great."
"I've never had anyone scratch me up this bad before. Everything hurts!" Dean complained before stuffing a few forkfuls of eggs into his mouth.
Tarva waved her fork at him as she spoke between chews. "You're a big boy. You'll get over it. Not might fault all the girls you slept with aren't as kinky as me."
"You call THAT kinky? That's not kinky. I can show you kinky." He slurped down another round of bitter coffee.
"Dean, we've only scratched the surface of kinky. Trust me." They shared a small intense silence for a second before bursting into laughter. "Literally."
"I guess that's true...So um...all this is pretty weird and new to me but...What exactly is going on between us?"
"Don't put a label to it. That just makes things more complicated. Just sit back and enjoy the ride, you know? We're both looking for fun."
Dean nodded in agreeance. "I like the way you think. No strings attatched."
Tarva froze at those words. She couldn't guarantee that strings would indeed not be attatched. After all the effect she had on others was different that anyone else's. She was afraid of imprinting, joining with someone emotionally and mentally. If she hung out with Dean long enough it could happen. Replays of her nightmare surfaced in her head once more. She swallowed hard and tried her best not to think about what would happen if she and Dean imprinted. She wanted with all her might to push him away but he was just as alluring to her, as she was to him.
If Dean continued to fall for Tarva's enchanted me, they'd both be screwed.
Dean slapped a few bills on the table taking her from her deep negative thoughts. "C'mon. Let's go do something. I need to walk off all this food before I fall asleep."
She nodded quickly and grabbed her jacket. "Yeah, you're right. I'm stuffed. What do you want to do?"
"We could take a walk if you want, "learn about each other." he couldn't even say the last part of his sentence without cracking up.
Tarva hit his shoulder playfully. "Oh shut up. walking is fine though. But don't say a word to me. I don't need your Dr. Phil shit."
Dean nodded and the pair headed out the doors of the diner. They got into Dean's truck and went to the nearest park for their walk. The autumn air was just starting to turn crisp but it was the perfect temperature for Tarva's unnaturally warm body. She stayed close to Dean hoping to share her warmth with him but he didn't seem to mind the cold either.
"So do you do anything other than bartend and sing for a band?" he said at last.
Tarva thought of a retort along the lines of "Didn't I tell you not to speak," but instead changed her mind. She didn't want to be a complete open book to him but talking about her job wasn't too bad.
"I'm a waitress during the day, bartender at night, artist year round. It helps pay the bills at least." She completed her sentence with a shrug.
"You mean the bills of that big house?"
"Yeah, all 5 of us live in there. We split all the bills equally so it's a little easier on all of us. The house belongs to Seth and I. Our dad left it to us."
"Seth?" Dean scoffed. "Your brother right?"
Tarva let out a strained laugh. "Yeeeeeppp. That's my brother. The one who will probably hate your guts always and forever. But don't worry. You're not the first one he's hated."
"Oh how very comforting!" He added, sarcastically. "I'm glad I'm not planning on sticking around too long."
Her eyes immediately went from the crunchy leaves beneath her feet up to Dean's face. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you know...you said this was just for fun so when we're done with the fun I'll probably just call it quits. Plus I'm always bouncing around from town to town. It's just what I've done since I was a kid." He avoided eye contact and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.
Tarva was a little stunned but he was right. That's what she had said. She couldn't deny the slight stinging sensation she now felt in the pit of her stomach. Something was tugging at the back of her skull as if seeing Dean gone would drive her into insanity. She shook her head as if trying to clear all the thoughts away. No attachments. Easy as pie.
"Right, right...I feel like we should drink to that." They awkwardly exchanged smiles and shuffled their weight between their feet, filling the space with a horrendous silence. It wasn't a silence that couldn't be sat in comfortably. Luckily a piercing guitar riff ringtone broke the silence. Tarva answered the call after seeing it was Seth.
"What's wrong now?" she asked.
"Tarva, you have to get back here now. They're back!"
She could hear the panic in his voice. "What, Seth? What's back?!"
"The traps..."