Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Bad Day at Black Rock (4)

Bad Day at Black Rock (4)

Kylie's POV

Sitting next to Sam, I looked over his shoulder as he typed on his laptop, the smell of his cologne filling my nostrils making it slightly hard to concentrate.

Since when did he smell so good?

"Bobby's right." He announced.

I sat up straight, pulling away from his shoulder, not realizing how close I was to him.

"W-what was he right about?" I stuttered over my words, trying to focus on the case at hand.

Sam glanced over at me, a smirk on his face as if he was silently teasing me. "This lore goes way back. Pure Hoodoo. You can't just cut one of any rabbit. Has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon, on a Friday the thirteenth."

"How fun." I replied sarcastically playing with glass of water that sat down in front of me.

"I guess they didn't have anything better to do." Sam joked; his eyes still locked on me. Even without turning my head I could still feel his heavy gaze upon my figure.

Glancing up at the younger Winchester, I felt a pull towards him, one I had never felt before.

What the hell was going on with me?

"I think for now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's."

My attention was yanked away from Sam's playful gaze to the big green-eyed buffoon who sat across from us, stuffing his face full of free ice cream.

I scrunched up my nose at Dean's less than classy mannerisms. "Do you care about anything else other than free food." I scoffed.

He made a face, his mouth slightly open before he popped another spoonful in. "Of course, I do," he replied in annoyance, the round end of the spoon pointed in my direction, "just because-" He halted and put his hand over his eyes, letting out a grunt.

"That's what you get." I said in a sing-song voice. "Alright, watch out big guy, I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Oh sure." Sam said, ready to move himself from the booth, but I had already thrown a leg over his. I slid slowly, straddling his lap for a moment with a giggle, only catching his shocked face for a quick moment, before sliding off. "I'll be back." I waved to the boys sweetly before making my way to the lady's restroom, nodding to a dark-haired waitress along the way.

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Dean's POV

"Alright, watch out big guy, I gotta go to the bathroom." 

"Oh sure."

I watched through my squinted eyes as Kylie threw her leg over Sam's, sliding across his lap. She straddled him, her hands on his chest, letting out a little giggle. One that I sure as hell never heard before.

My brain freeze was long forgotten as I watched the scene before me. Sam's face expressed extreme shock, while his body although tense, showed some excitement.

Kylie finally removed herself from Sam, hopping up like a little schoolgirl. She gave a flirtatious wave, her teeth dragging across her bottom lip. "I'll be back." She sang before skipping off towards the lady's room.

Sam's eyes never left Kylie's form. In fact, he watched her longingly and with adoration.

When she disappeared into the bathroom, Sam was able to pull her gaze away from her direction and look in mine.

"What the hell was that?" I asked him, shifting in the booth.

His eyes instantly dropped, looking at his laptop screen. "I don't know, maybe she's just in a good mood." He shrugged, clearing his throat awkwardly.