It felt like it was high school all over again and Dean was talking to the hot cheerleader for the first time. Those damn nerves and worry about what could go wrong. It was his first day at this job he managed to get in a local Ma and Pa shop, they were so impressed with how he cared for Baby and the work he did that they hired him on the spot. You would think the fact that they were that impressed with Dean would give him the confidence that he needed to walk in those bay doors with a bounce to his step. Yet here he was, looking at the shop through the window of the drivers side door. It had been so long since he had worked an actual paying job that he honestly did not know how this was going to end up. How bad could fixing cars really be, though, if he knows his stuff that should be all that matters? If he could clean out a vampire's nest on his own then fixing cars should be a breeze for him. Following that thought, Dean finally got out of the car and walked across the parking lot to the yellow swinging door next to the large garage bay doors. "Hey Alma, how's agoing?" Dean asked as he walked up to the counter and looked over at the clock to see that he was still five minutes early for his shift.
Dean watched Alma as she smiled brightly and leaned forward, giving him such a warm and friendly look that he felt the nerves easing in his stomach. "Better now that I get to see such a handsome face in the morning." She said, her smile turning into a smirk as her head rested in her hands. A chuckle left Dean's mouth as he looked at Alma and shook his head at her smirk. There was something about Alma that reminded Dean of what he imagined his mother would be like as a grandmother. Complete with the baked goods that the woman stored behind the counter for whoever she felt worthy of tasting her cooking. "Try one of these brownies, I made them with a new recipe and not to toot my own horn, but it is delicious." Alma said as she opened a large Tupperware container and putting it on the counter for him. "I'm ninety percent sure that they aren't the special one's." She added, causing Dean to raise an eyebrow as the woman started laughing, motioning for him to take one.
Sure enough, when he tried the brownie it was damn good, probably the best one that Dean had ever tasted. Before Dean realized it a soft groan had left his chest and he practically inhaled the heavenly piece of gooey chocolate. Dean looked over at Alma and smiled at the smirk on her face as she watched him. "You're right, those are delicious." He said, chuckling at the smirk on the woman's face as she crossed her arms. "It's like you are trying to make me fat Alma." Dean said as he took another brownie when she slid the container closer to him. Taking a bite and closing his eyes to just enjoy the taste of the slice of chocolate heaven. Dean opened his eyes when he heard the door to the shop open and the heavy sound of footsteps walking towards him.
"I see Alma has decided that you are too skinny." A man said to him, he instantly recognized the voice as belonging to the heavy set man that Alma's called a husband, Ricky; otherwise known as the co-owner of the shop with Alma. The man laughed at Dean when he finished the rest of the brownie in his hands and shrugged. "Careful, she will make you nice and thick if you aren't careful son." The man added as he walked over to Dean and handed him a set of coveralls. "You will need those, and you can bring your tools into your area of the shop. Let's see what you got there kid." He explained, smiling at Dean with a toothy grin, his thick white beard wiggling a little as his whole body moved with the chuckles.
Dean said thanks to the woman, giving her a wave before heading off, grabbing the large toolkit. The kit which had significantly more weight to it after Clara was done with her shopping with him. This was his chance for a normal life, though, and he was going to do everything that he could to take full advantage of it. So he went into the shop and showed Ricky what he had. Going through each of the obvious tests that Ricky had set out for him. Some simple like fixing a leak in the tire of this old pickup truck that honestly had bigger problems than the tires. Then the other part of the day was spent repairing a transmission leak. He was finally done with the transmission when Ricky came up to him and grabbed his shoulder. "You're a keeper kid. Why don't you go wash up and I can finish up here." Max said as he smiled at Dean and stood next to him.
Dean smiled and wiped his hands off on the old rag from his back pocket. So far this whole normal life thing was turning out pretty well. His job was going great so far, granted it was his first day, but he left an impression. Now he had a beautiful girlfriend to go back home to. No monsters waiting to kill him, no strange deaths to research, just work and his girl. Deep down all he had wanted was to have a normal life, get out and make a life for himself. Now his wish had become reality you think he would be happy beyond belief now. Yet, Dean still felt like there was this whole inside him like he was missing a part of himself. The part that had the puppy dog look perfected, always wanted to talk about problems; the shaggy-haired Samsquatch. It had been close to six months now, and the nightmares had gone away, but the pain of everything was still there. Like a wound that started healing then got infected. This was a day to be happy, though, and he intended to celebrate his good day in the best way.
A smile spread across Dean's face as he pulled up to the house and saw Clara's face poke out from behind the curtains in the living room window. All the emptiness inside him seeming to disappear for a moment with that beautiful smile on her face. Dean pulled into the garage and quickly entered the house, walking into the living room and seeing the many boxes left to unpack. "Hey, baby. How was work?" Clara asked as she walked in from the other room and practically pounced on him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. That smile on her face was just full of such happiness that he could not help but smile at the thought of such happiness being because of him.
"It was actually really great. I think that I passed all of his tests. I'm to quote Ricky, 'a keeper'." Dean explained as he smiled at Clara and wrapped his arms around her waist. Placing kisses on the soft skin of her neck, earning a soft sigh. "You get a lot of unpacking done?" He asked, lifted his head and moving back so he could see Clara's face properly, noticing the bags under her eyes. It was obvious that she was having a hard time with something. They just moved to the new house a couple of days ago so there was some adjusting to do now. So it was understandable that she would be off, but he could sense something was wrong with her. He had been trying to get her to tell him what was wrong, why she would rush home or call him just to try and calm down in the middle of her shifts. It was all starting to worry him, to be honest. If anyone knew what it was like to be struggling on the edge of a breakdown, or in the middle of one, well it was him.
Clara frowned and stroked his face lightly. "Stop giving me that look, Dean, you know I hate it when you worry about me." She said, causing him to shake his head. It almost bothered him that she could read his face like that. After everything that he did to try and keep those emotions behind a wall to have someone weasel their way into that wall... well it was unnerving. In a way, it was also a relief not to have to be alright and strong all the time someone. Clara has literally seen him at his worse and is still here. Yet, he still felt like he needed to be strong for her, and be a rock to hold onto. So he just shook his head and watched Clara. "I'm just having a hard time lately, I think my marbles have finally spilled." She explained, looking away from him at his chest.
The fact that she looked away from him at all told him that she was upset. Keeping eye contact was kind of her thing. Feeling like those deep blues were looking into your soul had become something that still made him uneasy. Dean ran a hand through Clara's hair and sighed as she put her head on his chest. "Does this mean you are finally going to tell me what is wrong?" Dean asked as he lightly massaged at the knots in the muscles on the top of her head, earning a light groan. "I'll keep going if you talk to me." He offered moving his hand and backing her up past the boxes onto the couch so that he was seated with Clara's head in his lap. "Talk to me." Dean said as he started working his fingers into her scalp.
"I'm seeing things, have been for a while. I get these strange feelings like someone is watching me and see this figure watching me in the distance. It is clearly a person, just too dark for me to ever see. More importantly, my boss has changed into a complete dick and watches me all the time for no reason, and I swear her eyes turned black the other day for the second time." She explained, clearly needing to get everything out the way everything just exploded at once. "I'm going crazy." Clara added as she sighed and looked up at Dean. "After everything that has happened... I finally broke I guess." She added as Dean trying to keep his movements as natural as possible. It might have been a while since he hunted, but he still knew when something was not right. Everything she was saying screamed demons, and the thought of a demon being near Clara was enough to get his heart racing.
He looked down at Clara and debated telling her that she might be in real danger. Then Dean thought about the last time that he told someone the truth, how she kicked him out of the house and called him crazy. The thought of losing Clara like that was almost too much to handle, but losing her to some monster because he was to scared to do his job would be even worse. So he did the next best thing. "I got something that will help." Dean said as he got up, slowly moving Clara, who whined a little when his hands pulled out of her hair. There was one thing that Dean knew would keep Clara safe while he figured this out without her catching on. It took some digging before he found the pendant in his bag of emergency supplies. When he got back out into the living room he saw Clara still laying on the couch with her head back on the pillows. "I have something that will keep you safe." He said, going back to his spot by Clara as she sat up and looked at him. "It will keep anything from getting inside you." Dean explained, causing Clara to raise an eyebrow.
"Really? Never took you as the superstitious type." Clara said as she turned around and moved her long blonde hair to the side to let him put it on. Oh if she only knew the truth about his 'superstitious' nature. Dean almost felt guilty about keeping the majority of who he is a secret from her, but there was not real other option with the situation. What she said next caught him off guard, though. "Does this mean you think it's a demon?" She asked causing him to fumble a little with the clasp of the necklace. "My mom was a devote Catholic Dean, I know what a Saint Benedict's medal is for. Well at least most commonly used for. Not saying I really believe in that stuff, but my mother did." Clara explained as she turned around and looked at Dean, curiosity all over her face.
Superstitious was never a term that Dean would have used to describe himself. It was more just being aware of how many of the old superstitions are in fact based in truth. To the average person that does not know about all that is out there would probably see all of that as superstitious, to be honest. Yet he would not think twice about breaking a mirror, or taking showers in thunderstorms. Although with the amount of mirrors that he has broken and the bad luck that seems to follow him around like a dark cloud, it would make sense. So he answered her in the only way he could think of. "My dad taught my brother and me about all of that stuff that you would think of as superstitions. It will not hurt to wear it, though, it is more the thought." Dean said, toeing the line between lying to her and not telling her the whole reason behind giving her the necklace.
Clara just smiled at him and shook her head. "It is okay for you to believe in monsters and all of that stuff." She said, shifting over and settling herself between his legs. The smell of her surrounded him; it was not overpowering it was just Clara. The clean smell of Clara's shampoo mixed with the smell that was uniquely her; like the warmth on a sunny day and the comfort of having her wrapped in his arms in one beautiful smell. His arms wrapped around Clara and pulled her close to him, trying to calm his mind from the terrifying thoughts of something tearing apart the one piece of happiness that he had found. "What is going on in that head of yours? I can tell that something is bothering you." Clara explained as her hand touched his face with those feather soft touches.
If he told her the mess that was going on in his mind right now there was no telling what she would do. So he just told her another half-truth that he had been so good at telling her by now. "I'm just worried that there is some creep out there stalking you," Dean answered her, feeling the guilt starting to weigh on him from everything. The topic needed to be changed, he needed some kind of distraction. Clara beat him to the much-needed distraction though by moving forward and wrapping her arms around his neck, quickly pulling him in for a deep kiss. The feeling of her tongue against his was enough to take any thoughts that might have been on his mind away and into the wind. Nothing but the tangling of their tongues, battling for control of the kiss... that was all that mattered right now.
Dean's hands started roaming up Clara's shirt when she pulled away and got up off the couch. Before he could ask anything she just smirked at him and slowly pulled up her shirt, tossing it to the side to reveal a deep blue bra with delicate floral designs in the thin lace fabric covering her full breasts. "Your favorite color." Clara said as she slowly started pulling down her tight shorts and showing her matching Brazilian underwear. "It's a surprise for your first day at work." She said, grinning at Dean who was just sitting there watching her. Everything about her was perfect from the way that the lace hugged her curves in all the right spots or the contrast of the dark color of the blue on that pale skin. It was enough to make him want to pounce on her right there, and that is exactly what he did.
Quickly Dean stood up and practically crushed their bodies together pulling Clara flush against him and kissing her deeply. Showing to her how he felt in ways he could not with words, all the gratefulness, the need, love; everything he could master up. His hands ran up Clara's sides moving to the front of her chest and slowly putting his hands over her breasts. Pulling his mouth away from hers to look down and take in her cleavage that the bra accentuated. "So beautiful," Dean said softly his thumbs rubbing against her nipples, through the thin lace fabric. The small buds hardening under his touch, followed by soft moans slipping out of Clara's mouth as her arms wrapped around his neck. He was going to worship this woman, make her feel the way she made him feel. Like there was no one more important than her in the world. Slowly he moved his hands to her legs and lifted her up. "Time to take that off." He said, keeping his voice low and deep as his eyes locked with hers. "It's my turn to play with the handcuffs and toys tonight." Dean said as he smirked as carried her to the bedroom.