Supernatural Mate

I HATE THE WINCHESTERS! !

*Recently on "Supernatural Mate" "Pala your eyes!" Mar mind linked me. I quickly turned and ran out the door. I really needed to run and so did my wolf. I ran to the treeline and shifted into my wolf, not caring about my clothes being shredded. Did they see my eyes? Do they know my secret now? What am I going to do?*
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My body lays motionless, a bright light shining through my glued shut eyelids. I can feel the presence of somebody watching me. Do I dare open my eyes? What if I'm met with a sight that i don't want to see. The sight of an intimidating, strong, gorgeous, perfectly chiseled jaw, amazingly green eyes that remind me of the fields back home; holding a pistol loaded with enough silver rounds to take down an elephant. That beautiful being holding that deadly weapon at me. Just waiting for the second I open my lilac eyes so that I'll be able to suffer like the monster I am. Did they see my eyes last night? Have they figured me out? What about Mar?? If they know what I am they will surely find out that she is one too and kill her. Is she already dead? Did they find the rest of my pack? They all could be dead because of me. Because I let my feelings get the best of me, all these questions in my head.

I open my eyes slowly, now squinting I see my fear coming to life. I open my eyes all the way to see him sitting there watching me. But, he doesn't have a gun or a knife. His hands are folded together placed on his lap. Once he sees that I'm awake, he immediately is by my side.

"Hey" He says awkwardly.

"Hi" I say. Sleep heavy in my voice.

"How are you feeling?" He looks me over.

"Fine?" What is he getting at?

"Well you had a bit of scene last night" He seems actually worried?

"Ya... I was not... feeling.. good." I try to think of what to say. I wonder if he saw my eyes.

"Listen... I'm really sorry" He looks into my eyes.

"What for?" I'm kinda confused.

"For laughing at that waitresses remarks" He looks at his hands

"It's ok-"

"No its not. She was being really rude to you and I just kept feeding into it." He cuts me off.

"It's nothing I haven't heard before." I have been called much worse. He looks back up at me. His expression looks kinda pained.

"I feel really awful." He looks back down at his hands.

"Hey" I put my finger under his jaw and guide his face to look at me.

"Don't feel bad. I can handle it. You never said anything bad" he's staring into my eyes. I feel like he can see into my soul. I know cliché right?

"Is there any way I can make it up to you?" His eyes searching for something in mine.

"Hmmm.... maybe.." I smirk. His eyes light up and he smiles.

"What will it be then?" He sits up.

"Well... I am pretty fond of pie." I smile.

"Alrighty. I'll be back in a bit. And you.. need to take a shower. You smell like dirt." He laughs. I make a fake hurt face then throw a pillow at him. He dodges it and starts laughing until I hit him square in the face with another one. The he leaves.

I smell my shirt. Dang he's right I do smell like dirt. I grab some clothes and jump in the shower. Once I'm out I get dressed and dance to Cherry Pie by Warrant. That is, until I hear laughing. I turn around to see Dean leaning against the door frame watching me in amusement. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck and into me cheeks.