*that night*
"You know, I've heard of killer bees but killer beetles? What is it that could make different bugs attack?"
"Well, haunting sometimes include bug manifestations," I point out.
"Yeah, but I didn't see any evidence of ghost activity," Dean says.
"Yeah, me neither," Sam sighs.
"Maybe they're being controlled somehow you know, by something or someone," Dean suggests.
"You mean like "Willard"?"
"Yeah, bugs instead of rats."
"There are cases of psychic connections between people and animals. Elementals, telepaths," I nod.
"Yeah, the whole Timmy-Lassie thing. Larry's kid. Got bugs for pets."
"Matt," I question.
"Yeah."
"He did try to scare the realtor with a tarantula," I admit.
"Think he's our Willard?"
"I don't know. Anything's possible, I guess."
"Ooh, hey, pull over here," Dean says. Sam slows down, pulling into someone's driveway.
"What are we doing here," Sam asks. Dean hops out of the car, speaking.
"It's too late to talk to anybody else."
"We're gonna squat in an empty house," Sam says.
"I wanna try the steam shower," Dean shrugs, opening the garage. "Come on."
"Oh my God," I mutter.
"Come on!" Sam shakes his head, pulling into the garage.
Once we're inside the house, I take a look around. "Wow, this is a really nice house," I admit.
"Yeah," Sam nods.
"The dream would be to live in somewhere like here."
"Really?"
"Yeah," I nod. "I mean, I could never afford to live somewhere like this, but I'll take one night to enjoy it. I think we deserve it," I shrug. I turn toward Dean. "Since I'm the one who offered to go into the hole, I call dibs on the master bath."
"Ugh, I hate you," Dean groans.
"No, you don't," I chuckle, walking upstairs. I walk into the bathroom, kicking my shoes off. I shut the door, sliding out of my clothes. I pull my hair out of it's messy braid. It falls over my bare shoulders, and I walk toward the shower, turning it on. I set it to the right temperature, before stepping in.
Oh my God. This is actually so nice.
I run my hands through my hair, sighing.
After my shower, I grab a towel and dry myself off. I step out, wrapping the towel around me and tucking it in, so it doesn't fall off. I walk toward the mirror, wiping the steam off of it and examining my reflection. However, I notice two glowing eyes in the mirror beside me. I gasp, turning around when I don't see anyone.
What the hell was that?
I walk toward the door, opening it up and rushing out. I run directly into someone, jumping back. "Sam," I question, looking up at the tall person. "Jesus, you scared me," I admit, taking a deep breath.
"Are you okay," he asks.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," I nod. He clears his throat when he notices that I only have a towel wrapped around me.
"Uh, feel better," he asks.
"Much. Those showers are nice," I nod.
"Good to know," he slowly nods.
"Uh, well... I'm gonna go downstairs and--," I start when he suddenly pulls me into a passionate kiss, his hands gripping my waist. My back presses against the wall, as I wrap my arms around his neck. We break apart breathlessly. "Well... that was unexpected," I admit.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"Let's just do it."
"Do what?"
"I think you know what I'm talking about."
"I mean, do you want to?"
"I do. Do you?"
"Yeah," I nod, smiling. He smiles, before I lead him toward the bathroom. He shuts the door locking it. I walk toward the shower, turning it back on. I bite my lip nervously, turning around to face him.
I can't believe we're really doing this.
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One More Time
Hayran Kurgu"Please," Sam says. I look up at him, our eyes meeting. "Just one more time, that's all we're asking for." "One more time," I say, glancing between them. "One more time," Dean nods. "Okay."
