Loving Dean Winchester

Chapter 8

I over hear Sam and Dean arguing about something. I don't want them to know I'm awake, so I pretend I'm still sleeping.

"Dean, you can't! It's too dangerous," Sam yells.

"Sam, I can protect her. She's safe with us."

"No Dean... she's not. She's in even more danger with us!"

They're talking about me.

"Whatever... we can't just leave her here to fend for herself."

"Just..." Sam sighs. "We'll let her decide. If she wants to come with us when we finish the case, she can... but we have to warn her."

"Fine."

I squirm under the covers to hint that I was awake. They immediately go back to what they were doing. Dean comes and sits next to me on the bed. I seem to be wearing one of his t-shirts. I ignore wondering how it got on... it's not my top priority at the moment. I don't want them knowing I heard that conversation, but I can't help but think about the fact that Dean wants me to come with. I probably misheard it.

Dean puts his hand on my knee and asks me how I slept.

"Really good actually." I grab my forehead. I have a huge head ache.

Dean laughs. "Somebody had a little too much to drink last night. You want some Advil?"

"Yes please." Sam laughs.

I swallow three Advil, washing it down with water.

"Why are you guys up? It's like 8 am!" I question.

"Umm... its eleven," Sam points out. Oops.

"Well at least it's almost time for lunch," I reply. Dean tries not to laugh, but fails. I chuck the pillow at him. He throws it back at me and the zipper hits me in the eye. I wince and place both my hands over my face. Dean walk towards me.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry."

I grab the pillow and whack him along side his head. I laugh. He tries to get me back, but I run inside the bathroom before he gets the chance to throw it. I sing in the shower because I know it bugs Sam. He can't concentrate on his research. But on the other hand I'm pretty sure Dean enjoys it.

I turn the water off and hear the door shut. I realize that I don't have any clothes. I was too busy running from Dean to remember. It feels good to run. I know I sound crazy, its only been a few days, but I missed it. I wrap the towel around myself and hope to God that Sam and Dean are both gone. I slowly open the door and run out to my duffle bag. Dean is laying on the bed. Shit. I struggle to pick out an outfit, so I grab the entire bag. I manage to not make eye contact with Dean. I saw him smile though. I drag the duffle into the bathroom with one hand, using the other to hold my towel in place.

I put on the outfit that I first tried on at Charlotte Rouse. Dean seemed to like that one. After I finish combing through my hair and putting my makeup on, I walk out of the bathroom. My cheeks are bright red, I can tell. That was so embarrassing. Dean laughs.

"It's not funny Dean."

"Yea, actually, it is."

"Shut up," I scowl. I'm just thankful that I managed to keep my towel around my body. "Where's Sam?"

"He went to go see Bobby. He'll be gone for a few days." I have to be alone with Dean... for a few days! What am I supposed to do about that?

"Oh... okay." I hope he doesn't see the nerve in my eyes.

"So what do you plan on doing the entire time we're here?" I ask. "Alone."

"Well I was thinking I'd teach you how to defend yourself, afterall, your good looks cant be the only thing keeping you safe.... and also I was hoping we could watch some more movies."

"Sounds like a plan," I say, sitting down on the bed. "Hey Dean..."

"Yea?"

"So do you think we could go to the store just one more time?"

"What could you possibly need that we haven't gotten already?"

"Well I kinda forgot to get art stuff... you know like pencils, sketchbook, colored pencils... stuff like that."

"Oh... of course. Anything for you Sweetheart."

I've gotten used to him calling me that by now. He says it so regularly I barely take notice to it anymore.

When we get back from the store, I plop myself down on the bed and immediately open the sketchbook and begin drawing. I draw the outline to the impala when Dean sits next to me. I slam the book shut.

"Can I help you?" I ask.

"I just want top see what you're drawing," he whines.

"No."

"Why?"

"I don't show people my drawings unless I have to."

"Oh..." He frowns.

"Plus, it's not done yet." I add.

"Yea, okay."

I can tell he's upset, but he'll get over it.

It's raining outside, so we cant train today, hopefully tomorrow. We decide to watch some more movies at about two thirty. We save the scariest ones for later, you can't watch a horror movie in broad daylight. Dean sits by me on the bed instead of in his. I don't know why, it's not like Sam is here to take it. I'm not complaining. As we get deeper and deeper into the plotline, Dean and I move closer and closer to eachother. Just inches apart, Dean turns his head and faces me. I blush.

His green eyes are mesmerizing. I look away, not wanting him to notice how red my cheeks are. I don't want to rush things with Dean, even though there's nothing to rush. He wants me to come with when they leave.

The movie ends and Dean puts another in. This time its romance. Oh God.

He returns to my side. His arm rests right beside mine. About twenty minutes into the movie, his hand brushes up against mine. My heart races. His fingers interlock with mine.

Dammit Dean.