Damaged

Fresh Blood

I groaned as I got thrown to the ground again. Sam chuckled above me.

"What's wrong, Lynn?"

"Nothing." I put my hands by my head and flipped up, onto my feet again, then got into a fighting stance. "One more time."

He shrugged, then lunged at me. I jumped out of the way and grabbed his arm, flipping him with his own momentum. He groaned then laughed.

"Good job."

I grinned and helped him up. "At least I'm learning."

"True." He smiled. "Okay, go shower."

I grinned then shot into Bobby's house. I wasn't looking where I was going, and bumped into someone. I would have fallen, but that someone snaked their arms around my waist. Dean grinned down at me and looked at my, only clad in sweats and a training bra.

"Getting hot and sweaty with Sam?" He asked.

I stood and stepped away. "Oh yeah," I grinned back. "Come at me." I went back into a fighting stance and beckoned at him.

Dean hesitated, shrugged, and lunged. I stepped backward, then grabbed his arm and flipped him. When he was on the ground, I straddled him and held his arms above his head.

"Not bad." He smiled. Then, he bucked under me and flipped me onto my back. "Get out of this."

I took a deep breathe, then punched him in his face, and flipped him onto his back, standing up. "There you go." I grinned, then went towards the stairs. Suddenly, I was grabbed and thrown against the wall. Dean pinned me and I was suddenly aware of how close he was.

"Lesson number one," He said. "Don't turn your back on an opponent." His gaze flickered to my lips, then back to my eyes.

"Lesson learned." I whispered, gazing at his lips, unabashed. I leaned forward, and when he leaned down, I pushed hard against his chest and jump kicked him in his head. "Don't let your guard down." I grinned down at him. "Now, I'm going to go shower. Stay down, Dean."

I ran up the stairs and grabbed a purple shirt with roses on it, floral tights, shorts, heels, and jewelry. I grabbed towels and then took a quick shower. After I dried, I got dressed and bounced back downstairs. Dean was in the kitchen when I went there to get a bottle of water. I hopped on the counter and sighed, opening my water.

"Anything interesting going on?"

I asked because he was reading a newspaper, with more piled in front of him. "Not really." He groaned. "I want to have sex."

I snorted. "Then go."

"Yeah whatever." He suddenly straightened and looked at me. "You wanna?"

I scoffed. "No thanks."

"Why?"

"I don't know you very well."

"What?" He stood and came over to me. "We went through the seven sins together-"

"Which scared the hell out of me."

"The changlings-"

"Still scary."

"Sam's bad luck-"

"Mine too. You forget I touched the foot as well."

"Sin City and the fairy tales."

I shook my head. "Both of which I barely did anything in. I still hardly know you."

"What about the ghost ship?"

I gulped. "Don't remind me. I repeat, I don't know you."

Dean sighed heavily. "Alright, fine."

"Good." I pushed him out of the way and hopped off the counter, then went to my room to pack. We never knew when we'd find a job.