Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Fresh Blood (1)

Fresh Blood (1)

Kylie's POV

"So we aren't even going to talk about it?"

I grimaced as the older Winchester spoke loud enough to echo through the whole store we were in. A few customers eyeing us as we walked in, the bell above our heads ringing, but that wasn't heard due to Dean's booming voice.

The green eyed hunter had given me brooding looks in his rearview mirror as he drove down the highway, his lips pressed into a tight line. I knew he wanted to talk about our recent nightly encounter, but with Sam in the car our conversation had to be limited. I was thankful for the younger Winchester, using him as an excuse to sit quietly in the car, stalling for time. Unfortunately I wasn't able to rack my brain for ways to talk to Dean before he had made a stop.

"Talk about what?" I played off, hoping that he would get the hint and drop it. I made my way down an aisle, finding a few snacks that I had been craving due to the stress Dean was putting me under.

"Kylie." He growled out angrily. "We need to talk about us."

A dry chuckle left my lips as I propped my hip on one of the shelves. "Talk about us?" I asked, my eyes rolling. "Dean, I'm usually all ears for you and Sam, like your personal therapist," His bottom lip was caught between his teeth the more I talked, "but I'm not talking about what happened. As a matter of fact, let's forget the whole thing happened."

He shook his head, his eyes flashed with disbelief. "We had a moment."

"We were in the heat of the moment." I pointed out, the bag of chips in my hands rustling loudly. "We are pent up with hormones and rage, we needed to get it out." I shrugged acting like it was a simple act of need when in reality I couldn't stop thinking about it. The need for Dean's body had only gone stronger since our night together.

Dean's eyes narrowed in my direction. "Hormones and rage hmm?" He hummed taking a long stride forward, his body towering over mine, his hands going on either side of me on the shelf, caging me in. He leaned in ever so slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Tell me you don't want to do it again." He said lowly. "Tell me you don't want me to pick you up and take you against these shelves right now." As he spoke, he was leaning in, his lips so close to mine. "Tell me."

I don't know how I managed to stay calm, how I was able to pull my trembling lips into a smirk. "You know Dean," I trailed the tip of my tongue along my bottom lip, his eyes following the trail, "that might work for one of your bar hookups, but I think I deserve a little better than that. Don't you?" I pushed gently on his chest, making him take two steps back. There was a look of surprise on his face and a slight blush on his freckled cheeks.

I stood strong, despite my heart pounding in my chest. "I love you, and I will always want you." I admitted trying to stand tall and confident as I spoke back to Dean. "But I deserve better than a quickie whenever you're pent up."

There was a crinkle in Dean's brow as his lips pulled into a frown. "You think that's all it was?" He asked quietly before clearing his throat. "If I remember correctly, you kissed me first."

I couldn't deny that he was right. He had spent the whole evening treating me like a princess making sure I knew that I was beautiful and he only had eyes for me. He was a true gentleman, and I was the one who jumped him like a horny teenager.

"So what Dean?" I glanced down at the snacks in my hand, the words on the bag not making sense, but it kept me from looking at the man before me. "We just . . . go back to how it was?" I shook my head. "I don't want to keep getting hurt."

"Hey," He gently grabbed my chin, tilting it up so he was able to see my face, "I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that doesn't happen. We can take it as slow as you want." He gave a small reassuring smile.