I returned to the beach house about two hours later. Janelle and Elijah were leaving, telling me they'd be back late. Klaus was on the porch, painting. After Janelle and Elijah left, I snuck outside to watch him paint, making sure I was quiet enough that he didn't hear me, so I wouldn't interrupt him.
He set down his paint brush about ten minutes after I sat down to watch him. "Like what you see?"
"I- Um-" I felt my face turn red, my smile embarrassed when he turned around to look at me. "Well-"
"I'm talking about the painting, Audrey. I'm not sure what you were thinking, but," he sat down next to me. "Based on you're reaction, I'm assuming the answer would have been yes."
"The picture's beautiful," I said, standing up to keep myself from blushing more. "Very," I turned to look at Klaus, waiting for him to look at me. "Intriguing. Attractive." I wasn't sure if I was still talking about the painting.
He smirked as he stood up. "Thank you."
—
"Thai food, really?" Klaus crinkled his nose.
"Please?"
"There's much better food we could have tonight."
"Klaus," I pretended to whine. "Please?" I asked as I jutted out my bottom lip.
He tried to glare at me, smiling after a few seconds. "Fine. What would you like?"
We looked at the menu together, trying to agree on something to order. After a few minutes, we came to a sort of agreement.
"Do you mind if I stay here?" I asked as Klaus grabbed his car keys.
"Are you still shaken up about seeing the Winchester's?"
"A little," I sighed, slumping further into the couch cushions.
Klaus chuckled lightly, walking behind the couch to rub my shoulders. "Everything will work out the way it's supposed to, love. Don't fret." He leaned down to kiss the top of my head. I leaned my head back to look at him, neither of us knowing how to react. I hadn't expected him to do that, and by the look on his face, he hadn't meant to.
"Well, I'll be back." he said quickly, leaving the room.
I pulled my knees up to my chest, biting on my thumb nail once again, trying to contain my smile.
—
About twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I jumped up, wondering why Klaus didn't just use his key.
"Hey, did you-" I stopped mid-sentence.
Dean Winchester stood in front of me, a nervous look on his face.
I cleared my throat. "Agent."
"Hi, I hate to bother you, but I just have some routine follow up questions to ask you."
"Didn't agent Anderson cover them earlier?"
"Not all of them. May I come in?"
I couldn't think of a reason to say no. I opened the door wider, allowing him to walk inside. "I never got your name, agent."
"Oh, it's Parker Anders."
My heart skipped a beat.
"And yours?"
If he was lying, so would I.
"Camille Winchester." I said as we walked into the kitchen.
