𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

020

The FBIs already at the airport by the time we safely land back in Indianapolis. They ask multiple questions to multiple different people as everyone exits the plane, including the copilot and Amanda.

She mouths a 'thank you' to us and I smile at her in return. I feel Dean rest his arm over my shoulders and he turns my body around with him.

"Let's get out of here." Dean suggests, already walking us away from the lounge area.

"Yeah, I'm drained." I yawn, not bothering to move Dean's arm, he's helping me keep balance anyways. I watch our feet move in sync as we walk, Dean guiding the both of us.

"You okay?" Dean asks his brother. I look up at Sam when he moves to stand in front of us.

"It...It knew about Jessica." I frown when I see his hurt expression.

"Sam, you need to understand that demons like to lie. They know how to get to people, and they know their weaknesses. That demon was lying to you, to us. That's all." He looks at me with sad eyes and I can tell he didn't fully believe it.

"Yeah." Sam mutters. I look at him with a reassuring smile.

"Come on, I'm tired, and so are you." I say, stepping away from Dean to loop my arm through Sam's. I drag him along towards the exit of the airport, Dean following behind.

It's a quiet ride back to the motel, but instead of tense silence, like earlier, it was calm silence, and I managed to fall asleep to the hum of the Impala.

The next time I wake up I'm being carried in somebody's arms, no doubt to my room. I snuggle closer to the body heat when I feel a cool breeze hit my face.

I realize it's Dean carrying me when he starts talking to Sam, something about putting me to bed and that he'll be back in a minute. And I also could tell from the leather and whisky I got a whiff of.

"Man, you way a ton." Dean mumbles, shifting me on his arms gently so that he can open my door. My eyes snap open and I smack my hand against his chest.

"Do not!"

"I'm kidding, Jenny. Relax." Dean chuckles with a shake of his head. Gently, he lays me down on the bed and I shiver at the feeling of the cold sheets. He backs away but I shoot my hand out to hold onto his wrist.

"Stay." I demand sleepily.

"Je-"

"Please, Dean. Just for a few minutes." My voice changes into a pleading tone. I sound like a child, but at the moment I'm too tired to care. He stares at me as he contemplates whether or not he should do it, my hand still holding onto his wrist.

"I thought Jennifer Davis doesn't beg." He raises a brow at me.

"Only under certain conditions." I yawn, trying to pull him closer to me. Sighing, he backs away from me to move to the other side of the bed and sits down.

"Only for a few minutes." He points at me before moving the comforter to get under and putting it over the both of us once he has. The sheets are even colder underneath, so I quickly roll over and wrap my arms around Dean's torso like I'm holding a teddy bear, except this one generates heat.

"Thank you." I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder. He hums in response, throwing his arm around me. Absentmindedly, he rubs my arm up and down and it makes a sleepy smile appear on my face as I close my eyes in contentment.

"Hey, Dean?" He hums again telling me he's listening. "Do you think you'll ever go on a plane again?"

"Nope. Never." Dean answers immediately. I laugh quietly.