Chapter Eight

"Dean?"

He grunted, opening his eyes to see who was interrupting his sleep. Aurora stood awkwardly in the doorway, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. "Another nightmare?" He asked, scooting over in his bed to make room for her.

She nodded, sitting down beside him. "Do they ever go away?"

"Sleeping with someone usually helps." Dean said truthfully. "But, no they won't."

Aurora sighed. "That sucks."

Dean wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to his chest. "Yeah, it does. You just got to find someone who'll keep them at bay."

"You're not so bad, Winchester." She lightly teased. "I think my dad would've liked you."

"Really?" He looked down at her. "What was he like?"

"Well, to be honest, he wasn't home a lot, but he was trying to build the order back up, and hunting occasionally. But when he was home, he'd tuck me in and read me stories. He never forgot to tell me he loved me, either."

"Sounds like a great dad."

She nodded again. "He was. He always wanted me to have as normal a life as possible and I took dance lessons all my life, along with playing basketball from elementary to high school. He never missed a single recital or game." Aurora wiped a tear away.

Dean yawned. "How about, in the morning, we go to the park and play one-on-one? Whoever doesn't get a basket has to tell something we don't know about each other."

"Sounds fun."

They settled down, Dean keeping his arm around her. When they woke up in the morning, Dean choose a pair of dark denim jeans and his rarely used Converse. Aurora met him in the living room dressed in a loose t-shirt and denim cut-off shorts, completing the look with her worn in Converse. On the way to the park, he picked up a couple doughnuts and water. Aurora pulled her hair back in a ponytail, dribbling the ball on the court while he quickly ate his breakfast. "Game on, Philips." He called, joining her on the court.

After only two minutes, she'd managed to score the first basket. He groaned as she tossed him the ball. "Alright, um, I've been to Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory." He finally said, starting the game back.

He got the ball away from her and scored the second basket. "I've never been kissed while conscious."

"Seriously? When you're not bitchy, you're pretty." He remarked before he realized what he'd said.

"I could say the same thing about you." She took the ball back, scoring a perfect three pointer.

"I've never told a woman I loved her, except my mom and my sister."

"Not surprising." Aurora commented, making another basket, and laughed at Dean's expression.

"I've watched a few chick flicks to get laid." He easily shot the basketball over her head.

She rolled her eyes. "I've never been on a date."

Dean laughed. "You're lying."

"No, I'm not." She flushed. "I wasn't interested in guys while I was in school. I was trying to get into a good college."

They played for a couple more hours before Dean stopped her. "Want to go see the new Iron Man movie with me tonight?"

He knew his question had caught her completely off guard, as her mouth flew open. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"If you say yes then it is."

She eyed him. "Why would I want to go on a date with you?"

"I'm Batman." He grinned. "Oh, and not to mention the small fact that my kiss broke the spell Daeva put on you."

"True. I guess I could see if you really are my brave prince." She said cheekily.

"I'm far from a noble prince but I am brave." He tossed the basketball back to her and they went back to the bunker to get ready.

He worried about what to wear, thought about calling Sam, then shook the traitorous thought away, finally deciding on a white button-up he only wore for impersonating federal agents, a pair of black slacks because all his jeans have holes in them, and his loafers, again only for impersonations. He frowned down at his clothes, stripping. God, why was this so hard? It's not like this was his first date. But Aurora's gorgeous and you like her. Bullshit. He sighed. Was this how it was to go down, him arguing with himself on whether he liked a woman or not?

Finally, he found a clean, black t-shirt and, miraculously, a pair of Sam's jeans that had gotten too small for him and were in perfect condition. He made sure he had deodorant and clean underwear, then went to the living room to wait for Aurora.

When she came down, she was wearing a simple, strapless dress with a black corset top and gray skirt with black leather sandals. Her hair fell past her shoulder blades and when she truly smiled at him, Dean's heart raced. "You ready?"

"Yup." She said, letting Dean act the perfect gentleman as he opened the passenger door of the Impala for her.

Dean couldn't remember anything that happened during Iron Man 3. The only thing he could recall is the fact that she was sitting close, her arm almost touching his. He took a deep breath, wondering when he became such a freaking girl. When they walked in the diner and she ordered a bacon cheeseburger meal, he laughed, ordering the same thing. "Something funny?" She asked.

"Not at all." He grinned, finally relaxing. "I just respect a woman who's not afraid to eat."

"Thank you." She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "So, what was with the spontaneous asking me out on a date?"

Dean turned nervous, shifting in his seat. "Just thought it was a good idea."

The waitress came with their food, trying to catch Dean's eye, but he ignored her and they ate in relative silence. Aurora's foot kept bumping his and she grinned up at him.

He drove back to the bunker, again helping her with the door. "I had a good time tonight." She said, looking at him with something unreadable in her violet eyes.

"Me too." And for once, it wasn't a lie just to score with the woman. Dean cupped her face in his hands and slowly brought his lips to hers, judging her reaction.

Their first kiss was incredible. Aurora's lips moved in perfect synchronization with his, and when he broke away for lack of air, it left them both wanting more.