Beasts Of Pennsylvania - | The Nature of the Beast |

10.

Davina sighed as she realized she'd most definitely have to reuse some of the same clothes. She hoped Dean had yet another spare shirt in her bag that she could borrow, but was doubtful. She put her underclothes on before heading out of the bathroom.

"Could I borrow another shirt?" Davina asked. She stared at him, waiting for a response. He peeled open his heavy eyes, finding her in the same clothes as before remembering that she had only brought the guns. He quietly walked over to his bag in a few strides and pulled out the last t-shirt he packed, hurling it her way. She scoffed at him when she almost dropped the shirt from the sudden throw, her eyes narrowing on him.

"Thanks." Davina growled before turning around to head back to the bathroom. Dean's eyes landed on the tattoos along her skin. He hadn't known till the day before that she had any and didn't think her of the type to have them. He was shocked to see the two. And he was now even more shocked to find so many. His eyes trailed down to her lower back, finding three gashes along her back that looked like it had yet to heal. He wondered how recent it was since she got them and was going to ask when she walked back out with the clean shirt on and the dirty shirt in her hand.

"Your turn." Davina said as she tossed the dirty shirt away and hopped onto the bed. She grumbled when she was met with a hard mattress.

"Try not to be so loud whenever you get out." Davina said as she pushed her hands underneath the pillow and placed her cheek on top of it and shut her eyes. Dean turned away before she put her hands above her head, making the shirt go up and reveal more of herself. A part of him was curious as to what she really looked like. Despite her being around him half naked for over a few hours now, he was trying his hardest to keep his eyes off of her out of respect for her. Dean entered the bathroom and immediately ridded himself of his bloody clothes. He was relieved to find that his leather jacket didn't receive the treatment the rest of his clothes did. He soon entered the shower and remained in there for some time. Dean found that when he was most relaxed was when he had his time alone in a hot, steamy shower. It was the one time he could get away from the exhaustion of his duties as well as get away from a yapping Marina. He could remember the few times she tried to enter the shower with him. But, after ignoring her a few times, she finally got the hint. He wishes she'd get the hint more often. As soon as Dean exited the shower and got dressed in only a pair of his jeans, his phone started going off. He made no rush over to his phone though he thoroughly believed the young woman would wake up in an angry mood if she heard the phone ringing. To his luck, he turned to find Davina still sound asleep. He grabbed his phone before heading outside of the motel room and quietly shut the door. He walked a few feet away so that his voice wouldn't be heard from her before answering the phone.

"What?" Dean spat. A scoff came through on the other end.

"No 'hello'? Or 'how are you doing, Charlie'?" Charlie asked. Dean could hear Jackson sigh on the other end. Dean had no doubt that Jackson was annoyed having to be stuck with Charlie since he was gone for the time being.

"What do you need?" Dean repeated tiredly.

"My King, are you well? You sound tired." Charlie examined.

"Is this all you called me for?" Dean asked, growing a little irritated. Dean could hear some struggling and bickering over the phone and soon he could hear Jackson breathing against the phone followed by Charlie throwing a fit in the background.

"We were contacted about another shipment down at the port from one of the co-leaders in Europe. There was nothing inside the container." Jackson stated.

"Old news, Jackson." Dean growled through the phone. He could hear Jackson take a deep breath. Dean just knew Jackson was biting his tongue right now. Jackson could speak his mind freely to anyone knowing there'd be no real consequences for it. With his King, there most certainly were, and so he held back. He's also vowed he'll never speak to any of his co-leaders how he does with others out of respect for them. To Jackson, though there was a professional stance between him, Dean, and Charlie, he did also see them as his closest friends. He's respect them as such.