Wayward •𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕•

seven

Melody blinked her eyes open, being brought to consciousness by Dean snoring right in her ear. Dean had talked her into sharing a bed, since the couch was far from being as comfortable as it looked. It didn't take a whole lot of convincing, though. Melody was in a far better mood with him after their beach adventure.

Surprisingly, Dean didn't have too much of an issue with the sun. She chalked it up to the fact that they went close to dark.

At some point, he'd draped his arm over her body. Usually, when he did this, she'd have to force him off of her because the motels usually don't have the best air conditioning, and Dean's body heat would be too much. In this nice hotel, though, she welcomed it. The air in the room was absolutely freezing.

Gently, she tried to escape his grasp, but she saw his face scrunch in discontent. "Where are you going," he grumbled, his voice was deep and raspier than usual from sleep. "Thought the point of this whole thing was to sleep in."

"You were snoring in my ear."

"I don't snore."

Melody scoffed at his objection. "If you didn't, I'd definitely still be sleeping."

He was quiet for a moment, causing Melody to believe he'd fallen back asleep. "What's the deal with you and that Clark guy?"

His eyes were still closed, and he was trying to seem casual about it—but there's nothing casual about talking about another man while you're sharing a bed together. "Jealous?"

"I'm not jealous," he groaned. "I don't know why everyone thinks I'm jealous. I'm curious. There's a difference."

Melody rolled her eyes at the attitude thrown her way, as she attempted again to leave the bed. That time he let her go. "Clark is a friend," she shrugged, not able to fight the smile that appeared on her face. "He was at the bar that night, and I'm a sucker for a man in a suit, what can I say?"

"Is that why you look at me like I'm a piece of meat when we're posing at the feds?" Dean smirked.

"Probably," Melody shrugged, laughing a bit.

Dean eyes were blinking open now, adjusting to the light that was seeping through the slit between the closed curtains, just as Melody reached down into the drawers to find some clothes for the day. "Well good morning," he grinned, enjoying the view.

Melody turned and threw a shirt at him, feeling a deep heat creep up her cheeks. "You're disgusting."

"Oh please, I know you wouldn't bend over all provocatively in front of professor moneybags," he scoffed.

"Doctor, actually," she corrected, rolling her eyes. "And I thought you were still laying down."

Dean raised his eyebrows at the discovery that Clark was actually a doctor. Melody really hit the mark on that one. He watched after her as she disappeared into the bathroom.

He got to his feet, stretching his arms above his head. Checking to see if the door between the rooms was unlocked, he determined it was safe when it shifted it open.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, causing Blair to immediately cover herself more.

"For God's sake you two are like animals," Dean groaned, turning around. "There's a damn lock on the door for a reason."

"I didn't think you'd be up this early," Sam admitted.

Without another word, Dean closed the door on the other side, leaving the two to continue their consummation.

Melody walked out of the bathroom with a bare face, despite a little mascara. It was one of her days that she'd allow her face to breathe—not that she wore much makeup anyway, but this was her bare minimum.