Notes at the end...
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I woke up sometime later with a massive headache, opening my eyes for the first time I was greeted with a simple yet cozy room with a few books on a book shelf, an empty desk, and a side table with a small lamp. I was momentarily confused before I remembered where I was.
All of a sudden the overwhelming urge to throw up settled heavily in my stomach, so I ran to the nearest trash can and emptied my stomach of all it's contents. Which wasn't very much considering I hadn't eaten since the granola bar during the drive. How long I had been asleep? More like comatose considering the headache.
I shakily stood up from the floor and opened the door closest to me, hoping to find a bathroom, but instead I had found a hallway.
A few other doors were on the opposite wall but I could see a bright light at the end of the corridor so I decided to go to the source and hope for the best.
Would Dean be there? I wondered as I walked down the hall, unfortunatly the headache would just not let up, in fact it seemed to have gotten worse.
I'm momentarily blinded as I stepped into the brightly lit room, consisting of huge bookshelves and a large oak table with a few scattered chairs.
And sitting in one of the chairs was none other than Dean Winchester, about to take a drink of beer when he stopped midway to his mouth upon my entrance. A small gasp passed my lips when I first saw him, and I hoped that my face didn't give anytthing away.
But on the inside my stomach churned painfully once again and my eyes burned with unshed tears.
"Hey Aurora," he said softly, a slow smile forming on his lips as he slowley raised himself from his chair.
"Hello Dean," I said to him, not expecting the venom in my voice. I didn't know where it came from but I also didn't mind. I was still a little pissed at him, I thought I had let it go but I guess seeing his face ignited sadness as well as anger
"It's good to see you again," he says, stepping closer to me, I automatically took a step back and narrowed my eyes, making it clear for him to stay where he was.
"Wish I could say the same Dean," I paused for a moment "actually no I don't" I said after a thought, more venom leaking through my tone.
"How'd you get Cas to lie to me? I thought it was impossible considering he's an angel of the Lord," I said, as I cocked my head to the side. Just then Castiel appeared next to me.
"I lie when I find it necessary, which I deemed this situation." he stared at me before he continued "You don't look well," he then pressed his finger tips to my forehead and Immediatly my head ache was gone.
"Really Castiel?" I ask, flicking his hand away, it wasn't that I was ungrateful, I just didn't want Dean knowing how awful I felt, so I prayed a silent thank you to him instead and hoped he heard it. If not, oh well, its the thought that counts.
"You need to replenish, you lost a lot of fluid when you vomited" he said to me, slightly frowning. I couldn't help making a face when he said the word vomit, I hated that word with a fiery passion.
"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" Dean asked moving closer to me once again. I held up a finger and shot him a stare. "I'm sorry I didn't start up our conversation with 'Hey Dean I just upchucked in your waste basket'," I say lowering my hand as he visibly shrunk back a little.
I was still a little tired so I walked over to the table, and leaned against it, crossing my arms and looking at the boys. I probably should cool down a little but I honestly didn't want to.
Who does he think he is making Cas lie to me and making me cross the country all the while thinking he may be in pain, or worse dead.
What a douche, more like what a Winchester.
Oh yeah, I had met their father John Winchester, let me just say that he when he wasn't swinging punches at his sons while intoxicated he was a real ass. He even had the audacity to try and get in my pants when I was only 19, in fact that's how I met the Winchesters.
I had been trying to find the demon that had killed my family four years prior in Omaha Nebraska when while sitting at the local dive John came to me, whiskey on his breath, and hand on my thigh. I had twisted his wrist before he got too close to anything too serious and would have done a lot more if Dean hadn't stopped me, and the moment I laid eyes on him I knew I was hooked on him.
I eventually killed the demon with the help of the Winchesters and we went our seperate ways for a while, then when I found out John died I checked up on the boys from time to time, and even hunted with them whenever they came into my neck of the woods. Dean and I didn't really start talking until after the darkness was defeated back in 2015. The rest is history.
If 17 years ago I knew what would become of me I would have walked away from the Winchesters and never came back, but alas, I couldn't have known.
I was snapped back to the present when Cas touched my shoulder, both he and Dean looked at me like I was crazy.
"What?" I ask, shrugging his hand away.
"You zoned out for a good 5 minutes," Dean said as he crossed over to me. After I didn't stop
him again he sat down in a chair next to me and leaned back, still respecting that I didn't want to be touched.
"I'm fine," I say quickly, not wanting to dwell. "How long was I out before?"
"Only four hours," Dean replied, playing with the label on the beer botel he had been drinking.
"Good good," I pause for a moment "where can I get some grub?" I ask just as my stomach grumbles, and I can't help but chuckle with the others.
We ate in silence, since Cas doesn't eat he had left a while ago leaving me and Dean alone to our grilled cheese and tomato soup from a can.
I went to clear my plate when Dean just stood up faster and took it to the sink by himself.
"Thanks," I mumbled, wiping my already clean mouth on a napkin.
"Old habits die hard," he replies while trying to wash the dishes. Since he had made us food and cleared the table I could at least help clean.
I walked over to the sink and rolled up my sleeves, reaching into the soapy water to scrub a pan as Dean was drying a bowl, he looked at me for a moment but didn't question it, He just continued drying and putting things away.
I was about to ask why they didn't have a dishwasher but then I remembered Dean telling me that this place was quite old and dishwashers weren't a thing back then.
As I handed the last pot over to Dean our hands brushed for just a moment and almost instantly a fire started in my veins.
I was about to pull away, not wanting to start anything, but his calloused hand wrapped around mine as a slight shiver ran down my spine at his touch. I snuck a peek up at him through my lashes then the next thing I knew his lips were on mine.
Strong arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me up against his chest, as he parted his lips I took no time to thrust my tongue in his mouth, mapping the areas I already knew so well. He started moving out of the kitchen so I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, the pot on the floor completely forgotten.
Dean's mouth was even better than I remembered, softer than silk yet rough and persistant against my own. I wound my arms tightly around his neck to keep myself upright as one of his hands left my hip to open what I assumed to be his bedroom door.
Once inside he lowered both myself and him onto the matress, his lips never leaving trailed his hand down my side then gripped my calf to hitch it around his waist. A low moan came from him as I ground my hips into his, making me smirk against his lips. We finally break apart for half a breath as he very uncerimoniously ripped off my shirt, throwing it across the room.
"Dean?" came a sudden voice from somewhere within the bunker, Sam. My senses came back in a second and I flung Dean off of myself then quickly scrambled off the bed to grab my shirt. Thankfully he was still dressed so Dean was good to go and was already outside the room to intercept his brother before he could see me.
I was suddenly thankful for the tour Cas had given me before he left as I ran to the nearest bathroom.
"What have I done?" I ask myself as I slink against the door. Dean and I hadn't even talked then one touch and he has me back in his bed, just fucking great Aurora. Did I have no sense of self worth? Of course I did, just this incident with Dean mixed with everything the past few days had left me frazzled.
I ran the sink for a moment then splashed` some cold water on my face, when I looked in the mirror I almost didn't recognise myself, my lips were slighlty swollen and my eyes were a blazing grey, plus I definitely had the "just fucked" hair going on. I squeezed my eyes shut, this shouldn't have happened, this didn't happen. When I finally opened my eyes they had were no longer filled with lust, instead they were as grey as steel, the wall in my mind was already back in place. But if Dean thought he was gonna get off that easy he had another thing coming.
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