After life: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Nine

While pushing Elieen, Sam and me through the distance, I try to give them both as much power as I can bear, so they come home safely.
Appearing in the bunker's main hall, I can see Dean jumping up from his chair.
"Sammy." I hear him shouting before I sink to the floor. Holding myself up on my palms, I hear another name from Dean before everything goes blank.
When I open my eyes again, I feel lying in my bed. The lights are lowered down. I pull myself in a sitting position, feeling my head is hurting.
"Ouch." I groan, holding my head. This pain is awful and I hope it will fade away quickly.
I see the door of my room open, and I hear footsteps coming nearer. Then Dean shows up, holding a glass of water.
"You are awake. Good." he says, coming in. He hands me the glass and in his other palm is laying a pill. "I thought you might need it."
"What is that for?" I ask, take the pill and look at it.
"For your head. Just swallow it."
I nod and gulp it down with some water. Then I ask: "What happened?"
"You fainted," Dean answers, sitting down at the edge of my bed, "apparently you gave most of your energy to Sam and Eileen." He looks at me, interrogative.
"I tried," I whisper, "I didn't want Sam to suffer again, only because I'm not strong enough." I look down at the water glass in my hand.
"I heard about it. But Sam is used to suffering, so don't worry about it."
"Are he and Eileen alright?" I now look at Dean directly and he nods: "Yes, they are."
"Ok, good." I smile weakly.
"You think you can get up?" Dean is now standing, holding out his palm, "Eileen cooked something and since you are the hungry kind of an angel, maybe it will help to gather some strength."
I glance at him, then at his stretched-out hand. I gesture yes and grab Dean's hand. He captures my fingers with his massive hand, and pulls me slowly out of bed. I want to let go of him, but his grip is tight. Not forceful, just firm.
I follow him to the kitchen. He doesn't look at me, but I can't take my eyes away from our intertwined hands. A feeling makes its way through me. Something crawling from my toes up to my legs, right to my stomach. My gaze travels from our hands up his arm to his shoulder and the short hair on his neck.
Then we get to the kitchen and Dean leaves me and
before I can look away our eyes meet. His emerald green eyes are soft, with a few wrinkles surrounding, even more with the slight smile playing around his lips. I feel my heart bouncing, like it wants to hop out of my throat. I give him a little smile back and pass him, stepping into the kitchen.
Eileen and Sam sit next to each other, her head on Sam's shoulder. Spotting us, both get up and greet me with a hug.
Eileen then settles me down and places a plate in front of me.
"Power food." she says and I see a lot of vegetables in a liquid.
"What is that?" I ask, taking the spoon from the table.
"Rabbit food in water." Dean answers and when he sees me laying down the spoon again, he says laughing: "I'm joking, it's good. Maybe too less meat, but Eileen is an excellent cook."
Eileen rolls her eyes but says: "It's stew. Very healthy and a receipt from someone I know. Eat, you will see."
I nod and start to eat. It's hot but so delicious. All the different flavors in one dish, it's staggering.
I moan, while shoving one spoon after the other in my mouth and I see Eileen smiling big.
"See Dean, finally another person enjoying meatless food."
"You are all crazy." he states.
"So," I start talking, "you tell me you haven't tried this?" I turn to Dean, facing him and shove another spoon full of food into my mouth. I groan once more, trying to make him understand how good the food is. But all I can see is Dean muted and the muscles on his cheeks are moving. In the corner of my eye, I notice Sam staring at me. Eileen lifts a hand and closes Sam's lips by pushing his chin up with her palm.
Peeking back at Dean, he now looks away, taking a sip from his beer, ignoring me.
I sense there is something, but I can't see a problem, so I just shrug my shoulders and go on eating.
Sam starts a conversation, asking Eileen out about her time at the cabin.
It takes Eileen a while to tell her story, and it's far after midnight when she gets to the part where Sam and I found her.
During her whole speech, I try to get a glimpse from Dean again, but it's like I'm not even in the same room. A disappointing stitch crosses my chest every time I give him a peek, but I shove it away, to be attentive to what Eileen is saying.
When she is done, we all can see how tired she is and Sam demands her to get some peaceful sleep finally. Eileen agrees and they both leave the kitchen, telling us good night.
Even before they can leave the kitchen completely, I get up too.
"Guess, I will go to my room too. Good night." and I start walking out. I can hear Dean standing up either, but I don't turn around.
"Wait."
I stop, but still do not face him.
"Yes?" I ask.
"I..." he starts talking and I feel his hand on my shoulder. This touch gives me goosebumps and he gently turns me to look at him. "While you were gone, I installed a TV in your room. Should I show you how to use it?"
Now his eyes are tender again, his muscles aren't stiff anymore.
He is so full of ambivalence, it makes it hard to read him as a person. One second he is kindly, calm and in the next his whole body seems ready to fight his friends.
"You sure you wanna do that?" I ask doubtfully.
"I wouldn't ask, if not."
"Fine, show me." and I go ahead, not waiting for him.
Back at my place, I turn to him, my arms crossed at my chest.
Dean shows me a black square, placed on the desk. I hadn't noticed it earlier, I was too focused on Dean.
He shows me a remote, as he declares, and explains how to use it. He opens something on the screen, telling me how to search and watch a movie.
The anger from a few minutes before is forgotten, when I spot all the colorful covers, the people and the titles. I'm captivated through and through.
I take the remote from Dean's hand and while I scroll through the stuff on the screen, I sit back on the bed.
I'm not even aware of Dean still being in the same room until he says: "Better than books, right?"
"Hm?" I hum, and I need a second to break away from the TV, "oh, yes, this is amazing."
"Don't forget to sleep."
"Sleep?" I look at him, confused, "oh, right, sleeping. That's still new to me."
He nods: "I know." and slowly, he walks out of the room.
Still amazed by this new discovery, I keep searching for the next hour, and I just stop because my eyes are getting so heavy, it's hard to keep them open.
I crawl under the sheets, still in the same clothes from when Sam and I left to find Eileen. But I don't care, all I want is to sleep now.
My last thought goes back to Dean and his behavior towards me. From not letting go of my hand, to ignoring me completely. I sigh at thinking of him before I drift to sleep.
When I wake up, it's still night, and the bunker is quiet. In silence, I make my way to one of the bathrooms, take a shower and finally put on some fresh clothes. I chose something comfy, a shirt and shorts.
Back in my room, I switch on the TV again. In the search section I write down the word "dancing".
I heard music now and that people dance to it so I want to see what this is about.
I decide to watch the first one mentioned, it's called Dirty Dancing.
It's such a sweet movie, with so much passion for dancing. When the film is finished, I rewind it to watch the dance scenes again.
I get up from the bed, trying to imitate the moves, but it's more complex than I suspect. I rewind the scenes over and over again, trying to match the movements with my feet. I trip over my own a lot, and I guess I make a little bit too much noise, because while I try to dance through the room, the door flies open. Startled, I turn, seeing Dean pointing a gun into the room. Immediately I stop moving, freeze while the TV still plays the music from the movie.
"What are you doing?" Dean asks, lowering the gun, "I thought you got attacked, or something."
A heat crawls up the skin from my neck to face, unable to say something. I feel ashamed. First because he caught me and second I woke him up.
Dean looks through the room, noticing the movie.
"Wait, have you tried to..." he chuckles, "to dance?"
I look down at my hands and nod.
"It sounds like an Elephant walking through."
My head snaps up, now I'm offended.
"Wow, thanks." I just answer, and cross my arms over my chest. "I'm practicing."
"In the middle of the night?" he asks with an arched eyebrow.
"That was stupid, I'm sorry. I will stop now. You can go back to bed." I want to grab the remote and turn the movie off, but out of the blue, Dean takes the remote out of my hand.
"Let's see." he just says and presses the buttons, also rewinding the movie. He then pushes play again, saying: "This should work."
He throws the remote onto the bed then turns to me.
"This is how it works." He stands right in front of me. First he takes my left hand, putting it onto his shoulder, and grabs my right one with his other hand. He puts his free hand on my hip. His touch is hot, even through the shirt I can feel it.
Like this, he starts to lead me to the music. Slowly, congenial to the rhythm. I look down to my feet, I don't want to step on his.
"Don't look down, it gets harder when you look down."
I face him, seeing that he already stares at me.
"Ok," I whiff and hold his gaze.
Still moving, Dean's head slowly comes near my ear, and while I inhale his scent, he whispers: "Don't tell anyone, Sunshine. Otherwise, I have to deny this ever happened."
I just nod as an answer, I don't want to ruin this moment by saying something stupid.
Too early, the song ends and Dean and I move away from each other.
"Thank you, that was beautiful." I thank him.
Dean snickers, nodding his head.
"Good night, Sunshine." he bows out and kisses my forehead.
This motion makes me unable to do or say something.
My skin feels like it's burning, where his lips touch it and again the heat crawls up my face. But this time it was different. I want this again. But I'm too doubtful of what to do next. So I just stay where I'm, looking at how Dean makes his way to the exit.
He stops in the door frame, still his back towards me. I see how he looks up to the ceiling. I follow with my eyes, but there is nothing to see.
Then he turns around, searching for my gaze and when our eyes meet, he grumbles: "Screw it." and with two big steps he comes back at me again. I have no idea what he wants and so I just stay where I am, squinch my eyes shut, nervous about what will happen.
He grabs me, by cupping my cheeks with his hands. Shocked, I open my eyes again only to see him staring in my eyes for a second, breathing fast.
Then his alluring lips crash onto mine. Intuitional I close my eyes, and my palms move up, resting on his forearms. Dean's lips move gently over mine, and I try to imitate his movements. I can feel him smiling, but he doesn't break the kiss. I can feel his tongue gliding over my lower lip, and little by little he demands entrance.
Meeting his tongue with mine, makes my stomach fly. It's sensational and I don't want that to stop.
While devouring my mouth, his palms travel down, stopping at my waist. I sling my arms around his neck, driving through his hair with my fingertips.
Dean starts to drag me backward till my legs meet the bed.
Still standing, he leaves my lips, giving my skin one peck after the other, down to my collarbone. His hands roam over my back to find their way under my shirt. I shiver under his touch.
My fingers travel his arms up and down, feeling he is getting goosebumps too.
His face comes back up again, looking at me like he wants to ask something. I meet his eyes and I guess that was answer enough, because now his hands pick me up by my butt and he slings my legs around him. With me wrapping him, he crawls onto the bed. He bends, letting me down and hovers over me.
Dean just stares at me, licking his lips before he leans down and starts to kiss me again. He is placed between my legs and I can feel a throbbing feeling between my thighs. I'm not sure what it means, I just acknowledge that I like it and want more. I want more from all of this. The kissing, the touching.
Again, Dean leaves my lips, and I feel how his tongue drives over my skin to my ear. He starts nibbling my ear, but his heavy breathing tickles my skin and I can't help but giggle and twitch under this contact.
He stops in his movement and whispers: "You think that's funny?"
"Just a tiny little bit," I whisper back.
He sighs and let himself fall next to me, propping on his elbow, looking at me.
I stay lying on my back, my face turned to him. I see his eyes traveling down my body, while he breathes hard through his nose. At some point he looks directly into my eyes again, smiling. And this time it's me, making the move to kiss him again. I get up to meet his mouth and Dean's hand catches my hair, holding me in place. He let himself fall back and takes me with him, so now I'm the one above. He shoves my body upon his lap.
Straddling him I can feel a bulge underneath me, like I can feel my wet underwear, even more now that we are pressed against each other.
Dean gets up in a sitting position and I can feel his fingers fondling at the hem of my shirt. He shoves his hand under the fabric and his fingertips travel over my spine. One more time, Dean kisses his way down my throat, and I lean my head back. With closed eyes, I enjoy the caressing, while my fingertips drive through his hair.
I can feel how Dean's face roams over the area of my breasts. He leans in, and I can feel his heated exhalation.
His fingers still caress my back, but the rest of him remains still.
I lay both of my hands on his head, and snuggle against his hair. Suddenly I can sense something coming from him. Afraid I take his face in my hands, making him look at me. He slowly opens his eyes, meeting mine.
"You doubt..." I state quietly.
He takes a deep breath, shaking his head, while my palms still hold him.
He doesn't say a word, he just shoves me gently to the sheets. I'm astonished while he still remains silent, and he just sticks an arm under my neck, so I lay on his shoulder.
I look at the ceiling, insecure. Just a minute before, we were passionate about each other.
Even though my eyes are glued on the ceiling and I try to gather my thoughts around Dean's behavior, I feel his fingers touching my chin. He gently makes me look at him. I recognize his eyes are soft and his eyebrows are arched. He almost seems worried.
"Dean?" I breathe out his name.
"I'm sor..."
But I don't let him speak and mute him with a palm over his mouth: "No, don't... Don't say you are sorry."
Dean blinks fast, and I take my hand away, before he answers: "I'm not sorry for what we did. Just for the way."
I spin on my side, my face just inches away from his: "Don't be. I'm not."
"That's good, I'm glad." he kisses my forehead, "now sleep sunshine."
But before I close my eyes, I ask him: "Why Sunshine?"
He chuckles, and one of his hands tucks a strand of my hair: "Because of the yellow dress."
My eyebrows shoot up: "The one you bragged about?"
Again he grins: "I didn't brag, I just mentioned it's not very useful. Doesn't mean I didn't like it. I don't mind a woman in a beautiful dress." and he smacks my mouth once more, cupping my face. We part slowly and Dean throws the blanket over us.
"I stay?" he asks.
"Yes." I smile at him and nestle against him. Inhaling him deeply, I close my heavy eyes, feeling Dean's free arm around my waist. This way we both drift to sleep.