The Rise of Dawn - Dean Winchester

Chapter 7. Pure, Unbridled Sexual Tension

The sight she saw then was the most disgusting thing she had seen of all the monsters she had dealt with. She was so scared at that moment she didn't want to get up from the floor and see it again, images that were playing in her head were enough. Looking at the old lady through the glass of the snow globe, Niamh didn't see an old lady with a big smile and a cute Christmas apron, she saw a decapitated body dressed in rags and the head that once belonged on the said body was underneath the arm. The head was elongated at the chin area, and it had beaked nose made of iron. Replaying the images of the monster in her head, Niamh remembered seeing such gruesome appearance while researching about various folklore. She could hear silent sound of Dean's voice while he talked to the monster, and she tried badly to get his attention again. She started to slam and kick her extremities on the glass while calling out do Dean as loud as she could and when she thought nothing seemed to work, Dean started moving. Niamh climbed up again to peek from the pocket and she saw that they were moving towards the exit. Next thing she saw was a calloused palm embracing the glass ball and she was in the car again.

"What the hell?" Dean shouted and placed her onto the seat

"She's the monster!" Niamh shouted back rather loudly.

"How do you know?"

"I saw her!"

"She's a wraith or what?"

"No, she's a Dullahan."

"What?" Dean asked and raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"A Dullahan!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but it doesn't matter. How do I kill it?"

"Gold." Niamh answered and pointed to her heart. Dean sent Niamh a wink as he disappeared out of the car, leaving her on the seat. She protested, but in vain.

She watched Dean as he walked away from the car and into the store. She took a deep breath to calm the emotions swirling inside her again and wondered how to even get out of the decoration when Dean killed the monster. She walked around, kicking the balls of fake snow that were starting to stick to her black boots and decided to go back into the little structure of a house because she couldn't stand seeing everything bigger than her anymore. Slamming the door, she closed her eyes and bumped the back of her head on it.

"I hate this job." She said to herself and scratched her head over the bump that grew where the monster struck her before. Before she could keep the ground under her feet, the door she was leaning against pushed her away and she stumbled forward.

"Niamh?" She heard Dean's voice calling out to her loud and clear. She swiftly turned around and when she met his face, she leaped into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Dean couldn't bring himself to hug her back at that moment, and Niamh had already moved away.

"Wait, am I out or are you in?" She asked with contorted muscle between her brows.

"You're out." Dean smiled and patted one of her hands that still lingered on his bicep.

Niamh thanked him with a hug once again and Dean returned it, squeezing her tightly, wanting nothing more than to stay that way. They separated and starred into each other's eyes and Niamh caught his travelling from her eyes to her mouth, but she was stuck in place. She was in front of him, and he radiated warmth. She couldn't back away.

"It was hideous." Dean finally spoke.

"What?" Niamh's face fell at his remark.

"I saw her face in the reflection of a snow globe. It was hideous."

"Oh, yeah." Niamh mumbled and finally backed few steps away from Dean, feeling the warmth fade away by every step she took.

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