6
In the days as I waited for the guys to arrive, Bobby had me work on the markings until I knew what each one was for and how to draw it from memory. It hadn't taken me as long as Bobby had thought it would and he was pleasantly surprised.
I spent some free time shooting and throwing daggers. I was out back with my daggers when I heard the familiar sweet sound of Dean's voice.
"You gonna put those daggers down and get your sexy ass over here?"
I tossed the dagger, hitting the sign I was aiming at and turned. He looked Adonis himself to me, and then I wondered why that thought had slipped into my mind.
I walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around me and spun me around, lifting my feet off the ground. He set me down and cupped my cheek as he brought his lips eagerly to mine. My lips parted welcoming him to me. His hand slid back around my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"You two done eating each other's faces?" Bobby said as he wheeled around with Sam by him.
Dean set me down and turned to face Bobby. "Well, how'd she do? Pass your tests?" Dean asked him with a smirk as he kept one arm around me.
"This ain't a game, Dean." Bobby said, then sighed and nodded. "Yeah, she's good to go. Knows the necessary warding markings and others. Actually, she's got a knack for demon symbology, took to it like fish to water. And her dagger skills and shooting skills are probably better than both of you two idjits combined."
Dean kissed my temple, "Told you she was good."
"Yeah, let's get inside and you two can tell us what you've been doing." Bobby wheeled away.
I pulled from Dean and went to grab my things. He followed me and gathered my daggers for me. I turned and faced Sam and he wrapped me in a hug.
"Good to see you." He said with a warm smile.
"Yeah, you too." I unloaded the empty rounds and slipped my revolver in the back of my jeans. "So, Bobby's kinda like a dad to you both, huh?"
"Yeah, always been like family. Now he's the closest thing we've got to a dad left. Guess he took over the worrying for us too." Sam said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Dean slipped the daggers back into the box and carried it in one hand while he slipped his free one into mine and we all headed inside.
Dean and Sam told us about the kid they found who was half demon and therefore and antichrist and could be used as a weapon by Lucifer. But apparently the kid used his own powers to exorcise his own mother and disappear so that Lucifer couldn't use him. The guys were unable to locate the kid and figured they might as well head back here to get me.
"Any closer to figuring out a way to end Lucifer?" I asked softly.
They shook their heads, "Not yet, but we'll keep looking." Dean wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him, "Having you with us should help." he smiled.
"Yeah, if only because you aren't spending all your time thinking about her!" Sam chuckled.
"As if you didn't spend just as much time gripping about how useful it would be if Dee were with us!" Dean added.
"Only because she's more useful in locating information than you!"
"Enough!" Bobby said with a chuckle. "Go out and have fun. I'm sure you'll all be on the road soon enough."
"I'm good." Sam said. "I'll just hang here."
Dean turned to me, "You and me, then?"
I nodded at him, "Can I change first?"
Dean nodded and I slipped from the sofa and headed upstairs. I had showered earlier that morning. I just settled for changing into a simple blue cotton dress and wore my black boots with my leather jacket.
I stopped at the top of the stairs as I heard them talking about me.
"I still don't like this, Dean." Bobby said softly. "She's got her whole life ahead of her. But if she leaves with you two she might not."
"She's already made her decision. One thing I've learned about Dee, once she puts her mind to something, there's no stopping her." Sam replied. "She's smart, tough, strong, resourceful, skilled… she's a natural at this."
"Yeah, that's what worries me. And if she's so smart why is she determine to be with Dean? That don't seem too smart." Bobby said with a scoff.
"Hey! I take offense to that!" Dean replied.
Sam chuckled, "I really don't think it's as easy as a choice for her or Dean. It's weird Bobby, like she just belongs with us."
"Yeah, that's what I figured. But something's off about this. I think there's more to her being here than we know. Not that it's a bad thing, just something more."
I finally headed down the stairs. The dress was a simple deep blue that had thin straps and hugged my waist and the flared out slightly and fell to my mid thigh.
Dean and Sam both turned to look at me and smiled. "All set?" Dean asked and I nodded. He stood up and met me at the bottom of the stairs. "Don't wait up." he said as we slipped out the door.
He drove the impala, keeping me tucked by his side. "God, I missed you, Dee."
"I missed you too. But now I'm here."
"And I'm not letting you outta my sight again." He said with a smirk.
The sun was setting as we pulled into a parking space at a local bar. We got out and headed inside. We sipped on beer as I leaned against him in a booth. I had taken off my jacket and he was trailing his fingers teasingly up and down my arm.
He sighed happily beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek. "Still can't believe you're dropping everything just to come with us."
"Why?" I turned and looked at him. "You said it yourself, this feels bigger than just us."
"Yeah, but at the same time, it is about us, isn't it?" He smiled longingly at me.
I nodded softly and leaned toward him and kissed him. He groaned into the kiss and pressed me against him gently.
Our food arrived and we ate quietly and sipped our beer. He devoured his food I sat and picked at mine. There were a few people up and dancing and when Dean was done eating and a slow song played he asked for a dance.
He held me against him as we swayed and spun slowly. He slid my hand in his to his neck and trailed his fingers down my arm tenderly and wrapped his arms tighter around me. He leaned his head down and brushed his lips delicately over my shoulder.
It still surprised me how his touch instantly ignited a deep desire and seemed to fill me with a strange energy. I revelled in the way every touch, every kiss, every whisper played into the desire and made my body grow warm and almost seem to vibrate.
After the song we decided to leave for some alone time. We drove to a secluded place and parked the car.
"So, you're okay with leaving Aphrodite with Bobby? It would be a bit difficult to have two cars."
"Yeah, I'm fine with it." I replied with a shrug.
He smirked his perfect crooked smirk that set my heart fluttering, "Still can't believe you're actually here with us. Seems too good to be true."
"Why? I said I would come." I leaned against him and he wrapped an arm around me while his other hand traced imaginary lines with his fingers, sending waves of sensations throughout my body.
"I don't know why. Everything about you seems too good to be true. Like I'm gonna wake up and realize this is all just a dream." His voice was soft and I could feel his breath against my cheek as he leaned his forehead against my head.
"I'm not a dream." I had already slipped my boots off when we parked, merely for comfort. My feet were folded under me and I kneeled on my knees and turned toward him.
He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap as he scooted away from the steering wheel. I straddled his lap as he ran his hands up my legs under my dress. My hands ran over his shoulders and slipped his jacket off. He took it off and tossed it in the back seat.
He took my jacket off and tossed it back with his. He returned his hands to my legs as he looked at me with pure desire burning in his eyes, "You know we won't always have the freedom to be doing this on the road, right?" he said softly.
I smiled seductively at him as I ran my hand down his chest to his over shirt and started unbuttoning it. "Then we better enjoy it while we can." My voice was soft and my lips were nearly touching his as I let the words slip out in a whisper.
His hands moved to my back and pressed me against him as he met my lips fervently. My lips parted for him instantly and our tongues danced in a fiery passion. I got his over shirt unbuttoned and he took it off. I pulled his t-shirt off as well and ran my hands over his toned bare chest, relishing in the feel of his body responding to my touch.
The car was already fogging up, but neither of us cared. We were too focused on each other. The energy flowing around us and devouring us in passion.
He slid his hands up my legs and grabbed the dress and slowly pulled it over my head. I met his lips with mine, slowing the pace, but increasing the depth of what I let flow between us. His hands ran wildly along my back as he brought his lips to my neck.
My head fell back as his lips trailed around my neck and over my collarbone, his fingers slipped my bra straps from my shoulders and then removed it altogether. His lips played across my chest while his hands pressed me to him.
He moved me onto my back as he kneeled between my legs on the seat. Oddly enough the car was comfortable enough for us to easily enjoy the feel of each other's bodies. Our hands trailed everywhere they could and our bodies quivered with the overwhelming flow of pure desire.
When we were both breathless and spent, he leaned against the passenger's door and held me against him. He had his jeans on, but no shirt. I was wearing his over shirt, unbuttoned. He had one hand wrapped over my shoulder and my chest, wrapped around my side, my head resting against his arm.
He kissed my temple and sighed happily, "God, I missed you."
"You always say that." I said with a snicker.
"I always mean it, too. You really don't know the effect you have on me, do you?"
"I know the effect you have on me." I said running my hand up his arm around me.
"Well, if it's anything near what you do to me, then we're both screwed." he chuckled.
"Why's that?" I asked, sitting up and facing him.
He tugged the shirt, pulling me toward him. "Because all you make me want to do is take your clothes off." He smirked flirtatiously at me.
He moved his legs in between mine so that I was back to straddling his lap. He wrapped his hands over my hips, under the open shirt.
"Is that all this is?" I asked with a smirk.
He sat up straighter, "No," he gently pulled me toward him. "This is so much more than that. You and I both know it. Hell, even Sam knows it. I think Bobby does to. This… us… it feels…"
"Bigger?" I offered.
He smiled, "Yeah, bigger than us. But still us." he kissed me gently and pulled me to lay on his chest as I sprawled my legs out over his.
I trailed my fingers over his bare chest, enjoying the moment of just us.
After what didn't feel long enough, Dean finally sighed. "We should get heading back before they send a search party."
I nodded and got up. He handed me my bra and dress and I handed him back his over shirt. After getting dressed we headed back to Bobby's place.
Sam was sitting on the sofa, asleep. Bobby was in the kitchen. Dean kissed my cheek and went into the kitchen to talk to Bobby. I grabbed a blanket and laid it over Sam after taking the book in his lap and setting it on the table. I laid my jacket on the couch by him.
I joined Dean and Bobby in the kitchen. Bobby handed me a newly opened bottle of SinFire, he was on the last one. I opened it and took a big swig and handed the bottle back to Bobby who gapped at me.
"What? A girl can't drink?" I asked as I slid onto Dean's leg, his arm wrapping around my waist as he chuckled.
"Most don't drink like that!" Bobby chuckled.
"Dee's not like most girls. Thought you've figured that out by now, Bobby." Dean chuckled and brought his glass of whiskey to his lips.
"Yeah, well, I'm beginning to see that. Sam's told me enough about you for me to call you an idjit, girl!"
I smiled and leaned over the table, grabbing the bottle and filling up Dean's glass to that I could drink from it as well. "And why's that?"
"'Cause you're choosing to be with this idjit!" Bobby said pointing at Dean.
"Again, I take offense to that!" Dean said pointing at Bobby.
"You're throwing your future away to be a hunter. You realize that right?" Bobby asked me.
"Well, the way I see it, what you all are doing is trying to secure a future for this world. That seems like a pretty daunting task, figure you all could use a little extra help. Besides, this is where I feel I belong."
"There's something off about you, girl, and I ain't talking about your personal choices. It's not bad, just something different. Not quite sure yet."
"Yeah, well, people have been telling me that my whole life, so if you figure it out please feel free to share it with the rest of the class."
Dean and Bobby both laughed.
"What?" I asked with a shrug.
"You already sound like a Winchester!" Bobby downed the last of his whiskey in his glass.
Dean wrapped his arm tighter around me and kissed my cheek.
"Go on, you two, get some sleep. If I hear any funny business you're both sleeping outside!" Bobby said pointing his finger at us as we stood up.
"Good night, Bobby." Dean said as he took my hand.
I patted Bobby's shoulder and kissed his cheek briefly, "Good night, Bobby."
Dean and I went up to the room that Bobby was letting me use. Dean sat on the end of the bed and took his boots off. He looked exhausted, but happy.
I slipped the dress off and my boots and crawled over the bed and under the covers. Dean joined me, wrapping his arms around me as my back was against his chest. We both fell asleep quickly.