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We stopped at another motel after driving all day. It was there that Sam declared it was necessary for me to learn more on working guns and maneuvering around obstacles, if I was to be tagging along on hunts. Dean, of course, volunteered to take me out and show me some more stuff about hunting. We drove out into some forest-looking area and climbed out of the impala. It took half an hour for me to take a pistol apart and put it back together again. Then we started doing some target practice, but after the first couple rounds it was obvious that I really didn't need it. "Well since your all good with guns," Dean chuckled, "you should learn obstacles. When we're on a hunt, you never know what's gonna happen so you have to be prepared to run at anytime." Dean gave me a wicked grin. He sank lower to the ground and spread his feet like he was about to start sprinting. Wait a minute. "GO!" He yelled and starting running towards me. I made a noise that sounded like a yelp, but started running the other direction. It was madness. I was watching my step as quick as I could for rocks or roots while dodging trees at the same time. I could hear Dean's footsteps behind me getting closer. "I'm gonna get you!" I could hear him laughing. Dean Winchester is chasing me through a forest, I thought to myself and I tried to go faster. After a minute we were starting to go down a slope, which made running ten times as hard as it was before. As I got closer to the bottom of the slope, I thought I could hear running water. But at the moment I didn't care because Dean was still right on my heels. I ran up to the edge of a small hill that dropped off into a pool of water. My instincts kicked in, and I knew that I couldn't let Dean catch me so I did what I would do if anything but Dean was chasing me. I jumped. I was suddenly surrounded by freezing cold water. I tread water in what direction I thought was up and broke the surface, gasping for air. Dean stopped on the ledge and, seeing that I was fine, started laughing his butt off. "Sh-shut up asshole and h-help me!" I said out of breathe from running and freezing from the water. I swam over to the edge just as Dean got there and helped pull me out. I stood up and wrapped my arms around myself, glaring at him. I realized that my teeth were chattering and I was shaking when Dean took off his jacket and wrapped it around me. "Dean Winchester, you are an asshole."
He started laughing. My eyes narrowed, "what?"
"Nothing"
"If you don't tell me I will drag you into that pool of water myself"
"You're so cute when you're angry"
I threw my hands in the air, "you're impossible." I turned and started walking away from him. "Hey!" I heard him call from behind me, "wait!" I kept walking, but soon I heard him trot up behind me. He gently grabbed my shoulders, "hey, I'm sorry," he said softly into my ear from behind me. His warm breathe tickled my neck as my breathe caught in my throat. I had to remind myself to breathe again, "lets go back to the motel, I'm freezing." He nodded and we started walking back to the impala. The sky was getting darker and the breeze started to pick up. Dean and I were walking side by side as I wrapped his jacket tighter around me. The cold was seeping down into my bones. After a few more yards, I noticed I was violently shaking from the cold and I couldn't stop. He looked worried, "you ok?"
"Y-yeah I'm just c-cold," my teeth were chattering. He looked at me for a moment, he seemed to be deciding something. Then he stepped closer to me and draped his arm over my shoulders, crushing me into his side. "Better?" He asked.
"Mmhmm," I mumbled as his warmth surged through the right side of my body. We walked back to the impala and climbed in. Dean turned on the heaters as I curled up into a ball, trying to stay warm. We walked into the motel room and Sam looked up from his computer.
"Ashley, why are you all wet?"
"Some jackass chased me into a pool of water," I said glaring at Dean. Sam burst out laughing and Dean soon joined him. I gave them both the death stare. After they stopped laughing Sam got up and started to walk out. "Where are you going?" Dean asked, I could tell he was suspicious about Ruby. "To get some food, relax"
"GET SOME PIE," Dean yelled as Sam walked out the door. Dean turned to me, "you should take a shower or something to warm up."
"No shit Sherlock, but if you haven't noticed, I don't have any other clothes." He didn't say anything, I could tell he was thinking. He walked over to one of the duffel bags and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. "You can wear these while your clothes dry."
"Thanks," I said as I took them from his hand. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I waited for it to heat up, but it never did. "Great," I grumbled to myself. I took off my wet clothes and climbed in. I tried to clean up as fast as I could in the cold water, although it was warmer than the pool of water I jumped into earlier. I scrambled out as fast as I could and quickly dried myself off, shivering again. I threw on Dean's dry clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. My damp hair was plastered onto my forehead and my blue eyes stood out against my dark freckles. I walked out of the bathroom, Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. As soon as I walked out his head snapped up, his eyes met with mine and I saw how tired he was. When was the last time he had a full night sleep? "Sam still out?" I asked looking around the room, not seeing him. "Yeah," Dean said standing up, "that was fast."
"The water wouldn't warm up so I tried to be quick" I tried to sound normal, but I was still shivering slightly. I looked out the window, it was pitch black outside. "How long has Sam been gone?"
"Like 45 minutes" I could tell he was trying to act normal about it, but I could see worry on his face. I nodded, "I'm sure he'll be back soon."
O.o
Dean and I waited another hour for Sam, but he never came. I knew he probably ran off with Ruby. I didn't have the heart to tell Dean, but I could tell he understood by his sullen expression. Dean fell asleep on his bed while I started at the ceiling from Sam's. My mind wandered to the events that happened today. I remembered the ice cold water compared to the warmth I felt when I was pressed up against Dean's side. For a brief moment I wondered what it would feel like to fall asleep against his warm side. I quickly pushed that thought out of my head, Dean wasn't like that, he only did that today because I was freezing to death. But then I remembered his warm breathe tickling my neck, giving me chills down my spine. Suddenly, Dean gasped and shot up from the bed next to me. "Dean?" I asked worriedly as I sat up. His eyes darted around the room wildly. "Dean?" I asked again as I slowly stood up and started walking towards him. I looked and saw sheer terror in his eyes. He relaxed when he saw me, and let out a long sigh. "You ok?" I said as I sat down on the bed next to him.
"Yeah, uh, just a nightmare"
I looked at him for a moment, "okay." I started to stand up and walk towards the other bed when I felt something grab my wrist. I turned and saw Dean's scared eyes staring up at me. "Stay," he whispered. "What-?" I tried to speak, but he just pulled me down next to him on the bed. I locked into his side again, feeling his warmth. My head rested just underneath his shoulder and my arms automatically fell onto his chest. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. "I just don't want to be alone," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere," I murmured into his chest. I felt him freeze and I turned to look up at him. His green eyes were soft as they met mine. I shifted higher so I was level with him. I became lost in his deep emerald eyes for what felt like hours. He leaned forward slowly, pressing his soft lips against mine. I didn't hesitate to kiss him back, our lips unlocking and locking together. I lifted my arms and started running my fingers through his soft hair. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. Soon we were both out of breathe and broke away, gasping for air. "Oh yeah," I smirked at him, "I'm definitely not going anywhere." He chuckled and I could feel the vibrations rolling through his chest. I sank back down to my original spot in his side, nudging my head into the little indent on the front of his shoulder. "Goodnight, Dean," I said softly as I wrapped my arm around his chest. "Goodnight," I heard him whisper before I was sucked into a warm sleep.
O.o
When I woke up, I noticed I was pressing up against something warm. I shifted slightly and felt an arm tighten around me. I remembered Dean and looked up, he was still sleeping. I was going to shake him awake, but I thought of a better idea. I wiggled out from under his arm, got up on my knees and swung one leg over his hip. I lowered my face down to his, gently kissing his lips. I brought my face back inches in front of his as his eyes snapped open. Before I had time to speak, he was crashing his lips into mine as he wrapped his arms around me and sat up. I sank down into his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. He pulled me closer to him and my arms went around his neck. I kissed him until I was dizzy, breaking away gasping. He pressed his forehead against mine. "Well, good morning," he said in a husky voice. I gave him a huge grin and planted another kiss on his lips. He kissed back hungrily and I gently pushed him down towards the bed. He lowered himself back down and I hovered over him, our noses touching. I lowered myself next to him, burrowing into his side. He wrapped his arm around me. Nice and warm, I thought to myself, smiling. I started tracing shapes and lines onto his chest with my finger, giving him chills. After a while he shifted so I was laying almost completely on top of him, my head resting on his chest. He brought his arms around my upper back and our legs tangled together. My head rose up and down with every breathe he took and I could hear his steady heartbeat through his chest. "I could get used to this," I mumbled. "Yeah?" I heard him say, "me too." I lifted my head up to look at him and couldn't keep myself from smiling. "Did Dean Winchester just admit he could get used to cuddling?"
"What?" He said with a stunned expression, "I-I didn't say that."
"Yeah," I said grinning stupidly at him, "you did."
"Well I don't hear you complaining," he was grinning now, too. I laughed and dropped my head back onto his chest. I closed my eyes and listened to his heart beat. I must have fallen asleep. When I opened my eyes again I was tucked into his side, his arm wrapped around me. I could get used to waking up like this. I tried to move, but his arm tightened around me and our legs were still tangled together. I looked up and his eyes locked with mine. "Did I fall asleep?" I asked, confused. He just grinned at me and crushed me even more against his side. I laughed into his chest and wrapped my arms around him. I sighed and looked up at him, "we have to leave." He just looked at me sadly. "C'mon," I said as I got up and pulled at his hand. He sighed and sat up slowly. I plopped down next to him, biting my lip. "What?" He asked. "Nothing," I lied. I wanted badly to ask him what his nightmare was about, even though I had a good idea. He looked at me, his eyes demanding. "What?" He asked again. I sighed deeply and looked in his eyes, "what was your nightmare about last night?" His eyes became soft and he looked away to the ground, saying nothing. I reached over and wrapped my arms around his waist, tucking my head into his chest. He froze for a second then snaked his arms around my back. "It was the pit, wasn't it?" I asked sadly. "Yeah," he whispered as he gripped me tighter. I felt something wet on my cheek and realized that I was crying. Dean must have noticed that his chest was wet and pulled me back to look at me. "Why are you crying?" He asked softly. "I'm so sorry, Dean," I whispered as I threw my head back into his chest, sobbing. "For what?" He asked gently. "Your nightmares," I said in between sobs. "Hey," he whispered as he started rubbing my back, "it's not your fault." I just wrapped my arms tighter around him and continued to sob. He didn't deserve to have these nightmares, he was already broken enough. He pressed his cheek against the side of my head and started rocking side to side. After a few minutes I calmed myself down, taking deep breathes. "You ok?" He asked quietly, his mouth right next to my ear. I sniffled and nodded, my throat was dry from crying. He pulled me back again, looking into my wet eyes. His eyes were sad and confused. I looked away, but he took my face in his hands and brought his lips down to mine. "Better?" He smirked when he pulled away. I gave him a weak smile and wiped the tears from my face. I looked at his chest, his shirt was soaked with my salty tears. "I ruined your shirt," I said sadly. He looked down at his chest and chuckled, "I have others."
"Let's get ready," I said taking another deep breathe. He nodded and we got off the bed. I went into the bathroom. Luckily my clothes were dry and I slipped on my jeans, blue t-shirt and grey hoodie. My brown hair was a mess so I brushed it out and put it up in a high pony tail. I walked out of the bathroom and Dean was in a pair of jeans. Just a pair of jeans. He looked up from his bag and saw me. I blushed and looked over his bare chest. He walked over towards me. "What," he joked, "I'm not good enough for you?" I wrapped my arms around his neck as he got closer. "Believe me," I laughed, "you're perfect." He beamed at me, wrapping his arms around my waist so that we were pressed up against each other. "You're not so bad yourself," he chuckled as he brought his lips to mine. As soon as our lips met, I forced his open, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He moaned into my mouth as a ran my fingers through his hair. He reached down and pulled off my hoodie, breaking off the kiss for a second. When his arms were out of the way I crashed my lips back to his, forcing them open again. He slipped his hands under my shirt, running them up my back. His hands were warm, making me shiver. I slid my hands down his chest, feeling his muscles. I ran my hands back up his sides and through his hair, making him moan again. He slid his hands across my stomach and up my sides, pulling my shirt off. He smirked at me before I greedily took his lips again. He reached a hand up and put his palm on my cheek with his fingers on my neck. He slid his hand down my back, causing me to gasp and moan. I felt him smiling as he kissed me. His hand stopped, resting on my lower back, pressing me up against him. I gasped as his warm skin met with mine. He broke away and pressed his left cheek against my right one, chuckling into my ear. He gently bit down on my ear lobe. "Dean," I whimpered, "Dean, we have to go." He just chuckled again. I put my hands on his chest, pushing lightly. He didn't budge. "Dean," I tried to sound annoyed, but I couldn't help smiling. He brought his head back, looking at my face. He smirked and leaned into my ear. "Okay," he whispered, his breathe tickling my ear, "but we're not done." I flushed red and buried my face in the crook of his neck. He laughed and wrapped his arms around my back. After my face returned to normal color I bent down and picked up my shirt and hoodie, slipping them back on as Dean put on a shirt and jacket. "You ready?" He asked from across the room. I nodded and walked over to him, giving him one last kiss. We turned to walk out the door when it opened and Sam walked in. "Uh, hey guys," he said awkwardly.