Hunted

Snuggle buddies

It is cold. I guess our heater went out sometime in the last three hours, because all of a sudden, its four in the morning and I'm shivering. I turn around to see Dean, awake as well. "Damn, it's freezing." I nod, and as I'm about to roll back over, he says, "Here, come here." Half-asleep, I scoot over to him until my back is touching his bare chest. Dean is so warm, so I absent-mindedly snuggle even closer to him. Draping one arm over me, he pulls me to him by my stomach. I'm far too tired to see the intimacy in this, and to be honest, even if I was perfectly awake, I would probably still be fine with it. I go back to sleep, warmer this time.

When I wake up in the morning, I am delighted to see that I am still cuddled up with Dean. Then I get angry at myself for being so cheerful. My brain yells at me. Get it together, E. He's Dean Winchester. You CANNOT like Dean Winchester, no matter how cute, or funny, or nice.....SNAP OUT OF IT. Even though I don't want to, I slip out from under the sheets to go to the restroom. The comforting heat leaves me and I give a little shiver. Dean doesn't wake up, which I am thankful for. I hope he doesn't remember last night, because that would make things so much more awkward. I stand up, and to my annoyance, I have a bit of a hangover. Slowly making my way over to bathroom, I look over at the clock. It's 8:30. Time to hit the road.

After showering and changing (into clean clothes this time, thank goodness) I wake up Dean by lightly pushing on his arm. He jolts up, which makes me jump three feet backwards. "Jesus, Dean. Chill." He relaxes and rubs sleep out of his eyes. "Sorry. You know how it is." I nod. A hunter's life is filled with paranoia and fear 24/7. "I know," I say. "C'mon. Let's get on the road as fast as possible." He agrees and clambers out of bed and into the bathroom. It seems like he isn't going to bring last night up, for which I am grateful.

Fifteen minutes and a stack of pancakes later, we are back in the Impala, on our way to Sioux Falls to meet this 'Bobby'. "So, how do you know Bobby?" I ask, staring out the front window of the car at the long highway that stretched for miles. "He's, ah, a family friend. Bobby is also a hunter, so I'm hoping he can help us out a little with this." I nod and pull out the map, trailing our route with my finger. I settle down for the long drive and my eyes glaze over, staring out of my window at the farmland passing by.