I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader] Book 2

The Rapture

The season climax is coming up, prepare for a lot of perspective changes as everything falls apart...

Jeremiah sighed when he sat down at the bar. His joints ached and he wanted nothing more than to kick his shoes off and relax. But there was no time for that – not yet.

His hunting party hadn't strayed far enough from their camp yet to justify beginning their hunt. Their trips were steadily becoming longer and longer – a pack this large simply wasn't sustainable when it came to collecting the animal hearts needed to keep everyone fed. Jeremiah flagged the bartender down with a raised finger and requested a drink.

The group had chosen to stop at a hotel for the night, too exhausted after a week on the road. Many of them were humans not too long ago and still craved the comforts of their old lives. Jeremiah would never understand it – he preferred the cover of trees as his roof and ferns as his pillow.

The bartender slid a glass towards him and he raised it to his lips.

"Scotch, I'm guessing?" a familiar voice said from beside him. Jeremiah froze with the chilled glass at his lips. "I know it's your favorite."

He set the glass down instead of taking a drink. He twisted on his stool to face the woman beside him. Dark hair that framed her face, and high cheekbones. Narrowed eyes full of mischief. Her outfit was more tame than it usually was when he saw her, lacking the bright colors and accessories. She stuck with a simple silk shawl around her shoulder this time.

Jeremiah's eyes drifted to her forehead. "You changed your hair."

Claire Bedford's hand fiddled with her bangs. She flashed a brilliant white smile, almost brighter than the rings that dappled her fingers. "Do you like it?"

"Why are you here? I didn't call you-"

"Oh, come on, Jer. I know you missed me," she interjected, leaning forward to place one hand on his thigh. His chest tightened and his cheeks warmed.

"Of course I did. I always do," he replied softly, placing one hand over hers on his leg. She grinned and his heart beat faster. "But I thought... you said it wasn't safe."

Her smile fell, replaced with a serious expression. "Nowhere is safe, darling." Claire leaned forward, bringing her face close to his. His gaze dropped to her red lipstick for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "You are a frog in a pot, and the water is beginning to boil."

Jeremiah frowned. "I know she's... hands-off, but she's a good alpha. She keeps us safe."

"It's not your alpha that concerns me. It's the tidal wave she thinks she can stop that scares me." Her hand reached up and touched the arm of his glasses, gently pulling them from his face. She cupped his cheek and brought him closer. "I just need to do one more job for that bastard, and then I'm free. We could be free, darling."

"I am free, Claire," he answered in barely a whisper, his larger hand framing her knee, fingers spread to span the joint.

"Are you?" she questioned, and he grit his teeth in response. "If your pack is caught in another war, will you be forced to follow?"

He didn't answer.

Claire leaned forward and finally, finally kissed him. It was like finally coming up for air after months underwater. Soft, tender, longing. Everything he wanted. He leaned into it just as he pulled away.

"One more job, and then we can disappear for good. But I don't want you to get caught up in this war." Her hand stroked his cheek and he leaned into her touch.