A Supernatural Story:

A Supernatural Story: Part 18

Dinner was quiet. Dean barely looked at her and Emma felt her stomach turn to knots. He seemed to be staring through the kitchen wall while he ate. Sam noticed right away and tried to give Emma a comforting look. Cass broke the silence. "Were you successful on your journey to the witch's house today?" He asked, turning to Sam. Dean shot him a deadly look and he retracted his body in a surprised manner.

"Witch?" Asked Emma. Sam sat frozen for a moment before slowly answering.

"We went to see an old friend...who is a witch" he glanced at Dean whose face was a cement wall. "To get her advice on how best to deal with the situation with your mother." He looked at Emma In an uncomfortable manner and he rushed the last few words out of his mouth. She glanced at the three of them and decided to choose peace.

"Oh" she said quietly and glanced down at her plate. It was quiet again and she felt extremely uncomfortable. She stood from the table and silently washed her plate before saying good night and slipping from the room. She made her way to one of the empty bedrooms near Dean's. She felt as if he needed some space and she decided that it was time she had her own. She gathered her things and placed them about the room how she wanted them before closing the door and sitting on the edge of the bed. She felt lonely for the first time in a few weeks and she lay down staring at the bare walls and ceiling. Hours passed and she realized that she was painfully hungry. She hadn't eaten anything at dinner and despite trying to ignore the nagging feeling in her stomach she realized that she needed food. She sighed and rolled out of the bed. She had changed into one of Dean's T-shirts and her legs were bare but it was late and she figured they were all asleep except for Cass who disappeared at night anyway. She was silent as she made her way down the hall noting that Dean's bedroom door was closed and no light shone from under the door. It was dark in the kitchen except for the small light above the stove. She turned the corner and half jumped out of her skin. Dean was sitting in the corner of the room, a beer bottle between his legs. He moved to face her as she entered. She composed herself and breathed, "Dean, I'm sorry I thought you would be asleep." He paused squinting at her from the floor.

"You left my room." He said slowly in a low voice.

"I, I thought you would want some privacy." She said quietly looking down at her hands nervously.

"Hmm." He grunted. He stood and his figure seemed to loom over the room as he approached her with the bottle in his right hand. He stopped a couple of inches from her body and took a sip, his lips closed around the rim and some of the liquid escaped dripping down his chin. He wiped it and she looked up at him. He made a low sound in his throat lowering his lips to hers. He tasted like beer and he smelled like smoke and wool. He stepped even closer and guided her body with an arm around her waist. He pushed her up against the kitchen wall pinning her there and she gasped. His eyes burned into her skin. The empty bottle crashed to the floor. His hands gripped her waist. His lips were on hers and his body was hard and warm. His eyes never left her and he seemed to control every moment. He kissed her deeply, plunging his tongue into her mouth. A small sound escaped her lips as her body begged for him. He reached up with one hand and wrapped her hair around his fingers near her neck, still pinning her against the wall with the other hand. He whispered down to her. "Still want to sleep alone?" She tried to form words but they didn't arrive at her lips. He stepped back as suddenly as he had come and she was left with her back against the wall and her body begging for him to return. He walked to the refrigerator and produced another beer. He sat at the table popping the top and taking a long sip while his eyes stayed steadfast on her body. A tinge of anger lit within her stomach as she watched him watch her. He was teasing her, and he was enjoying it.

"You're a dick." She said with anger and frustration dripping from every word. To her surprise he laughed and said,

"So I've been told." His eyes still lingered on her as she walked to the refrigerator. She bent to reach for the fruit draw and heard a small groan escape him as she did. She turned leaning against counter snacking on a container of blueberries they had used for pancakes earlier that day. His eyes never left her and they stood silently challenging each other for the next few moments.