Dean's Daughter (Supernatural) // Completed

Chapter 20: Electric Touch

Alice

I stared at Oliver, my eyes conveying all my emotions. "Seriously?" I asked, incredulous. Was he truly going to handcuff himself to a girl he barely knew to prevent her from making a demon deal that wasn't really going to affect him in any way what so ever? I doubted his intentions.

Oliver simply nodded, evidently he was completely serious. "Now grab a towel; you're going to help me clean up."

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I patted my pocket. Empty. I turned to face Oliver who was uncomfortably close because of the handcuffs linking us together. "Have you seen my phone around?"

His eyes twinkled mischievously. He held up my phone. "You mean this phone, that I happened to swipe hours ago and you didn't notice."

"Give it back!" I growled and attempted to swipe it from his hand. However, my attempt failed as he held it up out of my reach.

"Now why would I do that?" Oliver asked mockingly.

"Because I've got your wallet, which I also swiped hours ago," I admitted.

Oliver's features contorted into a frown as he fumbled around in his own pockets while still holding my phone. His frown transformed into a smirk. "Well, well, she's not completely helpless, after all."

"Trade," I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not a chance, princess."

"Why the hell not? And don't call me princess!" I snapped.

"Your phone is of far more value to you than my wallet is to me," Oliver explained condescendingly, as if I should've known that all ready.

I huffed and moved to cross my arms, unable to do so because of the handcuffs, I inadvertently yanked Oliver closer to me. He put his hand on my shoulder to steady himself and the result was his face hovering over mine.

I cleared my throat and stepped back, averting my eyes to the view from the window. The sun was beginning to rise and orange streaks of light lined the horizon, pushing away the fading dark blue hues of night. "Sorry," I muttered.

Oliver took a long time to reply. When I glanced at him, his stony eyes were studying me carefully. "It's quite all right, princess."

"So," I began, changing the subject. "When are you opening again?"

"We don't open on a Monday, so we have the place to ourselves all day."

"When will you let me go? Technically, this is kidnap," I reminded him.

"When I know you're not going to make that deal."

"I have to! Don't you understand? I can't live with myself for doing what I did, I have to right my wrongs! If Alex dies because of me..." I trailed off.

"Is this boyfriend of yours a Hunter, too?"

"Yeah, why?" I asked, failing to see the importance in whether Alex was a Hunter or not.

"No reason," Oliver frowned and looked away quickly.

"Okay," I said, shrugging it off as random curiosity. I absentmindedly fingered through Oliver's wallet and froze when I saw a picture in it.

Oliver, who had been observing me, noticed when I tensed up. "What is it?"

I couldn't stop staring at the picture. Tears began welling up in my eyes as memories began flooding back to me.

"What's wrong?" Oliver whispered softly.

"How do you know Greyson Cotes?"

Alex

I was stressing out of my mind with worry. Alice wasn't returning any of my calls and except from the vague text she'd sent me, she hadn't given anyone any clue to where she could be.

Unlike the time when Crowley had kidnapped her, I couldn't sense her anywhere – which I was a little relieved about as it freaked me out majorly – and it added more worry to the ever growing mountain. I needed to find her, and soon.

Alice

"He's my cousin," Oliver said nonchalantly, averting his eyes from mine. "Or he was."

"Greyson was my best friend," I sobbed. "And I killed him."

Oliver stiffened. "What did you just say?"

"He was a vampire. And we were raiding the nest. I didn't have a choice, he would've kept killing, and more innocent people would have died." In the end, I didn't know who I was trying to convince: Oliver or myself?

"I understand," Oliver said monotonously. "You were doing the right thing."

I looked at Oliver through my tear-filled eyes. "If it was the right thing to do, then why does it hurt so much?"

Oliver did the unexpected thing and wrapped an arm around me. He guided me to a couch in the back room and I sobbed continuously for at least an hour. Oliver's hand rubbed soothing circles around my back until I had cried myself dry.

"Thank you," I said abruptly.

"For what?" Oliver asked, frowning.

"Understanding," I explained simply.

"Greyson's father – my uncle – had told me he was a vampire when he died, so I'd never really mourned him. I couldn't deal with knowing that I'd be mourning a monster."

"Greyson's dad was a Hunter?"

"Yeah. Greyson didn't know, though."

"Oh," I said. I'd never really realised it, but Hunters had been around me my whole life.

Oliver's hand brushed my cheek and little electric shocks travelled through my skin. As this was our first skin-on-skin contact, I'd never felt this when he'd touched me before. When I leaned my face into his hand, eager to feel more of the sharp tingles, a huge feeling of guilt almost overwhelmed me when I thought about Alex. Almost.

And then I was straddling Oliver as his lips roughly melded with mine. His tongue dived into my mouth causing me to moan with pure, absolute pleasure. Nothing had ever felt as good as Oliver, despite how wrong it was.

"Wait," Oliver said. He grabbed his wallet and dug through it, producing a key which he used to unlock the handcuffs. He threw them across the room. "I don't know about you but I'm not into that kind of thing."

Not wanting to waste any time, I didn't hesitate to bring our lips together again. Oliver began running his hands under my t-shirt and up my back, leaving the tingles wherever he touched. When I didn't object, he lifted my top over my head and discarded it on the floor. Our kissing was becoming more intense and passionate and I knew that I would probably regret what was going to happen. I also knew that I didn't care.

All that existed in that moment was Oliver and I. Nothing else mattered.

I repeated what Oliver had done to me and threw his top in the same general direction as mine. He groaned. "There's something about you, Alice," he whispered. "And I know I want you, desperately. But are you sure you want to do this? What about your boyfriend?"

Deciding to throw all caution to the wind and live with no regrets – at least for that moment – I pushed Oliver down on to the couch and said, "Shut up and kiss me."

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A/N: I hate myself, it's official. Oh, well.

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