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"Uh… wow!" Sam said awkwardly. Caeli pushed herself away from Dean, blushing. Dean looked at the dead leopard on the floor, his checks darkening.
"So, uh… does this happen every time you kill a monster, cause I'd like a kiss too." Sam joked, receiving a death glare from both Dean and Caeli.
"Just couldn't keep yourself off me, could you?" Dean smirked as he walked toward the leopard to check that it was really dead.
"Yeah right," Caeli scoffed," lets just get rid of this thing and get out of here."
Sam shook salt over the Leopard Man's dead body and Dean threw in a match.
"You really think he'll come back as the ghost of the Leopard Man?" Caeli asked as the leopard burst into flames.
"Weirder things have happened." Dean replied with a shrug, avoiding eye contact. Caeli slowly began to walk back to the Impala, whishing she could avoid the painfully awkward conversation that was sure to happen. It would've been easy to play off as an accident if Dean hadn't kissed her back and she hadn't responded. She could hear Sam and Dean talking behind her and tried to block it out, suddenly feeling exhausted and she could feel were she had opened more stitches and dread knowing she'd have to fix them. Caeli opened the passenger door to the Impala and slumped down into the seat. She watched Sam and Dean shovel the dirt back into the grave they'd made. Caeli tried to mentally prepare herself for the ride back to the motel.
"I'll just stick with that it was an accident and his overreacting is immature." Caeli thought. In some ways it was the truth, she hadn't meant to kiss him, but now that she had she was having a hard time convincing herself it shouldn't be repeated.
"It's all his fault," Caeli though, suddenly bitter, " if he hadn't been acting all smooth before, I wouldn't have been confused. Besides, isn't this what he usually does with women. Woo, screw, and move. Guess I'm easier then I thought." Caeli glared at Dean, pissed, tired, and in pain. Dean walked lazy back to his baby, chatting with Sam.
"I can't wait to get some sleep." Sam yawned as he stretched, popping joints.
"Me too." Dean echoed, staring at the black lump, in the passenger seat of his car.
"Good luck." Sam chuckled and ducked into his car before Dean could do anything. Dean sighed and got into the car and started to follow after Sam. He glanced over at Caeli who was still glaring out the window. Dean cleared his throat, as he tried to think of something to say and he heard Caeli sigh.
"Look,…" Dean began, " I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me, I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. I can tell that's what you were thinking."
"But isn't that your usual pattern?" Caeli asked quietly.
"Usually, but that's only because no bodies ever been able to resist my charm. They last four days at the most, never four weeks."
"Are you saying I'm special?" Caeli asked shocked.
"In more ways then one." Dean said gently. Caeli glanced over at Dean, and saw he was doing the same. Caeli smiled shyly and went back to staring out the window, but this time to hide the fact she was blushing.
"Haven't you ever been hit on?" Dean asked, laughing at her reaction.
"All the time," Caeli replied, "But you have to remember the crowd I'm use to dealing with. You're like a prince compared to some of the dirtbags I've dealt. It weird to actually get compliments instead of the stupid remarks I usually get. Most guys just jump straight to see whether I'll get into bed with them."
"Guys are suck pigs."
"Thanks girlfriend." Caeli teased. Dean winked at her and then left his eyes lingering on her before turning back to the road. They were silent the rest of the way to the motel. Caeli got out of the Impala and was careful not to move too much.
"What's wrong with you?" Dean asked, watching her walk stiffly her room.
"Nothing." Caeli said through gritted teeth, she had pulled more than she thought. Caeli ducked into her room and closed the door before Dean could say anything else. Caeli carefully took off her shirt and looked at the damage she'd done. All of the stitches on the bottom half of her torso were either torn or stretched. Groaning, Caeli pulled a bottle of Scotch out of the fridge and walked off to the bathroom to get to work.
Dean knocked on Caeli's door for a third time, becoming increasingly worried. He thought he had heard a scream and not getting an answer confirmed his theories.
"Caeli?!" Dean yelled. When he didn't get a reply, he broke the door and rushed in. Dean glanced around, and didn't see anything out of place. Dean was about to leave when he noticed the light coming from under the bathroom door. He ran over and pushed it open.
"Dean!" Caeli shouted, jumping in surprise, "You scared me!"
"Sorry…" Dean replied, "Why didn't you answer your door? Why did you scream?... And why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
"All for the same reason." Caeli gestured. Dean looked and saw the needle that was dangling from a thread out of Caeli's side, next to her on the counter was an almost empty bottle of Scotch and in one hand was a bloody towel.
"Geez…. You could've asked one of us to do it."
"I've done it before…" Caeli sighed and went back to re-stitching herself. Dean stood there for a second and kneeled down next to Caeli. He took the needle from her and began to stitch. Caeli grabbed the bottle of Scotch and took another swig.
"You really messed yourself up." Dean said as the finished repairing her side.
"I'm not afraid of scars." Caeli smiled, but winced and swayed as she tried to pull herself up. Dean grabbed her shoulders and steadied her, finally realizing that he was standing in a motel room with a drunk girl that was already half naked.
"Don't even think about it." Caeli muttered, even though she was leaning heavily on Dean. Dean chuckled as he glanced around, noticing all the things Caeli was probably going to bump into. Dean carelessly picked Caeli up and carried her toward the bed. "Hey!" Caeli protested but gave up quickly and let herself be laid down gently on the bed.
"I think we've discussed this before, but just a reminder… I'm NOT a kid." Caeli grumbled.
"True, no kid should wear such seductive clothing," Dean said pointing out her black lace bra, "but you are an injured drunk so I decided to make an exception."
"What's wrong with lace?" Caeli asked seductively, glancing up a Dean and giving him a quick wink. Caeli yawned and closed her eyes, completely forgetting that Dean was still there and she still didn't have a shirt on. Dean shook his head and after turning off the lights, quietly left the room.
"Ever thing okay over there?" Sam asked when Dean walked back into their room.
"Yeah, she was just performing a minor surgery is all, and was completely drunk which was very interesting." Dean chuckled remembering how the shy girl in the car had been completely gone. Dean was still unsure about how he felt about the surprise kiss earlier and seeing Caeli without a shirt on hadn't helped clear his head. "Whatever," Dean thought, "I wonder how bad her hang over will be tomorrow…"
Dean knocked loudly on Caeli's door.
"Wakey, wakey!" Dean shouted, knowing all this would not help someone with a hangover. He heard a loud bang and a few minutes later the door slowly opened. Caeli glared at him from around the door and then walked back inside, followed by Dean. Dean turned on the lights and gawked when he saw Caeli in the light. She had only a sheet wrapped around her and even though her hair was messy she had in pulled back in a cute bun on top of her head. Even though Dean knew she had drunken over half a bottle of Scotch Caeli didn't look hung over, her eyes were bright her face glowing. The only sigh she gave that she was hung over was that she squinted her eyes at the light and was rubbing her temple.
"I'm gonna take a shower." Caeli said groggily and threw the sheet carelessly out the bathroom door behind her. Dean grabbed a bear and lounged on her bed waiting for her. Caeli's face peeked out from behind the door when she was done.
"Do mind?" she asked sourly, more awake with more modesty.
"Not at all." Dean replied.
"Out." Caeli ordered and then closed the bathroom door again. Dean sighed and waited outside the front door for her. Caeli emerged a few minutes later with black sunglasses.
"What's on the agenda for killing today?" Caeli asked, as she headed toward the Impala.
"First, breakfast!" Dean said excitedly slamming his door loudly and turning up the radio as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"I hate you." Caeli said bitterly, slumping against her seat. Dean just laughed as he speed down the road.
A/N: I'm not really happy with this chapter but I figured you guys had waited long enough. Hope you enjoyed the story so far. More reviews = faster update! If you want an update….. Spring is here so ENJOY! Have a jellybean ;)