"Why didn't you tell me?" Dean demanded as soon as he walked back into the kitchen-this time fully dressed.
"I met her not that long ago." Sam replied. "But I also didn't want you to find out so soon."
Dean raised his eyebrows and stepped a little closer.
"Why not?" He asked quietly, hiding his anger.
Sam could feel how furious his brother really was but it didn't impress him at all. He leaned casually back in his seat and took a sip from his glass of blood.
"I wasn't sure what to do about it and I kept it to myself for a while before I finally told Carmen." He paused and thought for a while.
Dean kept staring coldly at him.
Sam looked up at him and sighed. "I knew you were going to act crazy. "
Dean shrugged his shoulders and tried to stay cool. "I'm not. Just tell me everything about it."
"No way. I'd rather talk to Carmen."
Dean frowned.
"Don't take it personal, but you're not a big help. You're too confused right now."
"No, I'm not. Well, not anymore. I figured out what I really want. Now, come on, tell me. Who is she? How did you two meet?" Dean continued eagerly.
"Dean, leave your brother alone." Carmen appeared in the doorway and threw Dean a stern look, telling him to shut up.
"I'm just trying to talk to him, you know. My little brother needs help." Dean protested innocently.
"He doesn't need your help. He wants my help." Carmen flashed him a triumphant smile and took a seat at the table.
Sam chuckled as they exchanged angry looks. It looked like things between them were back to normal.
Dean didn't respond and took a seat next to her, so they were both sitting across from Sam.
"What's the matter, Sammy?" Carmen asked with a smile.
Sam took in a nervous breath and tried to focus. "Well, I just have a few questions. I'm not sure if you can remember enough to answer them though."
"We'll see about that. Ask away, honey."
"How did you feel when you met Dean for the first time?"
Dean leaned forward and looked between Sam and Carmen. He had no idea what was going on.
Carmen couldn't help but chuckle. "I was terrified."
Sam turned pale and Dean looked horrified. "What? Why?" He exclaimed.
"Oh, come on. Let's face it. Dean's not the most sensitive one, so his approach wasn't the smartest. Don't worry, Sam. You don't have that problem, Abby knows you already."
"Right." Sam managed a tiny smile.
"Abby's her name? Nice." Dean grinned. But then he thought about what Carmen had said and started to feel uncomfortable.
"What did I do wrong?" He asked confused.
"Are you serious?" Carmen asked. "You showed up at my workplace almost every day and just stayed there. No one knew who you were or what you wanted. You were acting like a serial killer."
"I needed to find out whether you were my mate or not." Dean defended himself.
Carmen laughed. "Yeah, I get it. But next time, try being more discreet."
"Hey, guys stop it." Sam chimed in before Dean could say anything.
"Sorry. So, where was I.." Carmen started again but Dean interrupted her. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a sec. Why are you asking her all this stuff?"
Carmen bit her bottom lip nervously. Sam contemplated whether to tell Dean right away or keep it between Carmen and him for a few more days.
"Because...she's human." He finally confessed.
Dean blinked a few times, letting the information sink in. "Unbelievable." He mumbled.
Sam and Carmen thought Dean was getting angry and Carmen looked for something to say to protect Sam.
"If you're not liking this conversation, then you should go." She barked and Dean looked up at her.
"What? No way, I'm so staying. That's so exciting. Go on Sammy, I wanna hear everything about it. She hot?"
Carmen rolled her eyes but was relieved that Dean wasn't giving his brother a hard time about the fact that Abby was human.
Sam felt a lot better, hearing his brother's approval.
"Well, the main problem is that I'm her boss and I can't..."
"She works for you? Man, you're lucky!" Dean interrupted again and Carmen punched his arm. "Shut up already! We have to help him."
She focused her attention back on Sam who was about to have a nervous breakdown.
"I don't think it's a problem, Sam. Okay, it's a little awkward that you're her boss, I admit it, but..." Carmen paused and both men looked intently at her, curious to find out what she was going to say.
"Well, my suggestion is to do it the human way. Ask her out for starters."
"You sure?" Sam asked unconvinced. "Isn't that too forward?"
"Not as forward as Dean's way of approach." She mocked lovingly and Dean glared at her.
"She's not going to say no." Carmen added when she noticed how undecided Sam still was.
"Why not?" Sam and Dean asked simultaneously.
"Well, if she's really your mate then she's probably constantly thinking about you since the job interview. And...is having multiple sex dreams every night."
Dean started to grin and Carmen waited for Sam's reaction but he didn't say a word. He avoided eye contact and kept glancing around the kitchen.
"You're dreaming about her, too." Carmen stated. "You don't have to be ashamed of it. It's absolutely normal."
"Really?" Sam asked cautiously and relief washed over him. "I feared I was either going crazy or turning into Dean."
"Yeah, cause having sex dreams is such a torture." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Of course you would enjoy it." Carmen shot back.
"Hell yeah and I did." Dean replied with a grin.
"Please, don't remind me." Sam begged and then turned to Carmen. "He used to talk about every dream he's ever had about you back then."
"What?" Carmen exclaimed and buried her face in her hands. "Oh God, this is so embarrassing."
"No, it's not. It's only natural, baby."
"Shut up!"
"Hey guys, back to the topic, alright. So, you think Abby's dreaming what I'm dreaming?" Sam asked with a smile, unable to hide the excitement.
Carmen looked up again and sighed. "Positive. That poor girl. She's probably thinking she's going insane. I know, I've been pretty scared when your brother kept appearing in my dreams."
Abigail Holt shot up in bed and glanced frantically around her still dark bedroom. Her breathing was ragged and her heart was racing like Speedy Gonzales in her chest. She took a deep breath and wiped a few beads of sweat off her forehead.
Abby looked over to her nightstand for the time. It was three in the morning; everything was quiet in the room.
She slumped back in her bed and let out a heavy sigh.
"It was just a dream. Just a dream." She repeated out loud to calm herself.
Everything was alright. Just because she kept dreaming about her boss didn't mean anything. She'd been pretty stressed lately, so no wonder her work was haunting her even at night.
But...she'd been having naughty dreams about her boss every night since the day she met him. That couldn't be normal.
Abby tried to breathe normally to forget about the dream. She tried her best to ban it from her mind. Strangely, it was impossible.
It was like the images were burned into her brain.
It was weird. Usually, it was hard to recollect dreams when you were awake; it was all a blur.
But the sexual dreams Abby had been having were crystal clear. She couldn't deny them.
And the wetness between her legs was proof enough. Abby whimpered when she got off the bed, feeling her arousal intensely.
She was highly sensitive; her core was pulsing mercilessly and the blood was rushing through her veins, setting her body on fire.
She stepped into the bathroom and splashed some water on her face before she took a look at herself in the mirror.
She let out a small shriek when she saw her reflection.
She was a mess.
Her hair was totally disheveled, her cheeks were red and her pajamas were sticking to her skin. She was drenched in sweat.
She was disgusted with herself, so she hurried to turn the lights off and went into her kitchen. She took a bottle of water out of the fridge and took a few sips.
What the hell was going on with her? She was losing her mind and she had no idea how to stop it.
She didn't have her body under control anymore. It was like it had a life of its own.
She felt like an animal. It was like she was...in heat.
She knew whatever her subconsciousness was cooking up, it was all sorts of wrong. It was wrong to think about your boss like that, it was wrong to be so frisky.
But she couldn't help it.
She had to admit that she liked those dreams and she was glad that she remembered every dream she's been having for the past two weeks.
"I'm going to hell." She mumbled devastated and made her way back to the bathroom once again to take a shower. She wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep that night.
"Everything's going to be fine, you'll see." Carmen encouraged and hugged Sam tightly.
"Thanks." He mumbled and then looked over to his brother.
Dean was grinning from ear to ear. "Go get her, tiger."
Sam rolled his eyes and walked over to the door. "I'll see you guys. Don't kill each other."
"We won't." Dean replied.
Sam hesitated for a second and then turned back to Carmen. "Can I call you? Just in case something goes wrong?"
"Sure. I'll keep my phone turned on."
"Thanks, bye." Sam said and stepped outside.
"Bye, Sammy." Carmen replied and then closed the door behind him. When she turned around she noticed a pensive expression on Dean's face.
She frowned and walked over to him. "Hey, what's wrong, baby?"
He looked up at her and smiled fakely. "I'm fine, really."
"Come on, tell me. What's bothering you?"
"It's just...did I really scare you that much when I showed up at your workplace back then?" He finally asked and the sad look in his eyes broke Carmen's heart.
"Dean..." She started and then decided to be honest. "Well, a little."
Dean huffed and wanted to storm off but Carmen pulled him back.
"Let me finish, you idiot." She said with a smile. "I was scared of you because I could feel that you weren't like other people. You had that aura about you. You're dangerous, let's face it."
She smiled at him, hoping it would make him smile, too. "Besides that..." She continued. "I've been having those dreams about you, so of course I was freaked out when the stranger out of my dreams appeared at my workplace."
Carmen wrapped her arms around his body and leaned up to kiss him softly. "Don't beat yourself up over it. You did what you had to do. And you did it your way."
"Yeah, but I should've approached you differently. If I had acted like a gentleman, you wouldn't have been scared of me." Dean said bitterly.
"But that's not your style. I know I said that you've been too foward, but I didn't mean it. Honey, I was joking. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."
"No, you're right. I was selfish. I saw you and I wanted to own you; I didn't care how you would feel. I'm so sorry, baby."
"It was a long time ago. And I wanted you the minute you showed up in my life, so don't worry." She whispered. "Even though you scared me a little, I couldn't help being attracted to you. You had me right from the start. And I hope you intend to keep me."
This time a real smile appeared on Dean's face. "I'm never letting you go, baby. Never." He whispered and Carmen was relieved.
She didn't want him to doubt them again. She wished for Dean to trust her a little more from now on because she was trusting him unconditionally.
A/N: Lots of talking going on, I know lol. Hope you still liked it. Thank you for reading and please leave a review on your way out, thanks;)
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