Saving Heaven: A SUPERNATURAL Fan Fiction

Chapter Two.

AN: Hello again! I really hoped you enjoyed the first chapter! Love you all!

Warnings: Light nudity, mentions of scars.

Chapter two.

I felt and saw sparks as our bodies collided. Adrenaline mixed with desperate attraction tore at me, jagged cuts through my emotional composure. Under the seats he shielded me from every element and most of the noise. I fit under him perfectly.

I nuzzled into his chest so freaking warm and sexual bloody hell he actually smelled like sex, manly, clean and masculine.

"Son of a bitch!" he threw himself off of me swiftly checking above the seats, pistol drawn.

"Are you alright Sammy?" his gruff voice loud amongst the distance screams.

There was gum under these seats.

"Yeah," coughing in the distance, "I say we leave. Dammit! The seats have trapped us in. We'll wait for Cas; you guys go, we'll meet you at the bunker!"

I was on my back still under the safety of the seats twiddling my thumbs and tapping my toes.

"That's a plan." The sound of scraping glass and I was dragged out from under the seats.

"Can you run?" his composure calm, expression desperate.

"Indeed, I can do!" I lose I.Q points in times of panic. I was scared and relieved. I rolled over, got on my hands and knees and pushed off. Glass etched into my palms, I'll regret that later.

"I'm Dean by the way." Dean began leading the way through the open space of the waiting area dodging debris and glass.

"Anna's ok right?" I slipped on some glass regained my balance and continued.

"She's with Sammy, She'll be fine." My breath started rasping and legs were growing tired. Jesus how fit was this guy.

He jumped through a now windowless wall and headed through to the parking lot. The sun tried to shine through the overcast sky. Wind hit me like a bag of bricks. I went down on my hands and knees, I couldn't breathe, clutching the ground with all I had, I screamed. My eyes burned I couldn't see. The wind was trying to swallow me.

I was picked up bridal style.

"Hold on, I got ya!" I wrapped my arms around Dean's neck and clung for dear life. My hair was everywhere!

His heart was pounding his breathing was fast yet steady. I snuggled in to his chest as he made his way through the lot, anything to drown out the howls of the wind.

A car door opened. Dean placed me down gently, its leather interior squeaking as I made my made myself comfortable. I looked out the windscreen. Oh... My... God... The eye of the storm was hovering over the terminal. It wasn't right the swirling vortex of clouds was too low. The driver's side door was wrenched open against the wind. Dean threw himself in and slamming the door. I barely had time to buckle my seat belt before the engine started and we were off. There was a blood curdling screech coming from the terminal.

"What the hell!" Dean yelled and turned up the music I didn't realise was playing.

"Wow you drive a 1967 Chevy Impala and listen to Led Zeppelin." I managed to murmur. Running my hand over the dash, and began singing to 'Rumble on'.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Dean smirked, trying to keep up the conversation, drumming the beat on the steering wheel.

"I just... I just know cars." I smiled dazed vision hazy, as the highway buzzed past us.