Guided {Dean Winchester 4}

Chapter 45

Death Takes A Holiday

The bruises on my neck were almost fully gone by now. There was only one or two spots that were a light blue color. Dean was still beating himself up over it though. 

He placed a gentle kiss to my throat where a small mark was. There was a light shot of pain that spread through my skin, but it wasn't unbearable. He brought his hand up, setting it gently on the side of my neck as he looked into my eyes. "How you feeling, baby?"

"Like you should rest." I replied, looking at the clock. It was three in the morning.

"Wyatt will be up in a little bit anyway. I'll stay up with him." Dean traced the scar on my stomach from what felt like forever ago when I was killed. It felt like a lifetime ago I was stuck in some ghost town with a bunch of strangers who were trying to kill me. 

I sighed, knowing there was practically no way to win this argument. I rolled onto my side, now facing Dean's chest. I wrapped an arm around him, rubbing my hand up and down his bare back.

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Dean shrugged on a brown and black flannel over his gray t-shirt, his back facing me. He turned, running a hand over his beard-covered jaw as he moved toward me.

"You look awfully handsome." I complimented. 

Dean looked at me a moment, then smiled a little. "You look beautiful, sweetheart."

I sighed, smiling back up at him as I patted his arm. Maybe I was looking too much into things, but before hell, he would've replied with 'I know' or something along those lines. He had replied with that whenever I complimented him before. Now? Now he didn't. 

"Hey, why don't we go out tonight?" I suggested. "Just you and me."

After everything with the siren, Dean had been a little down anyway. It was the perfect time for date night.

"Where'd you wanna go?" Dean asked, running his hands over my sides.

"We could go to the movies. Or we could just go watch the stars like we used to." I shrugged.

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I watched as Dean aggressively tapped the buttons on the juke box as Sam, Millie and I sat at the table we'd gotten at the diner. 

"No, no, no, you're right. It's definitely weird." Sam said to Bobby over the phone. Dean beat his fist onto the top of the jukebox. "Okay, Bobby. Thanks." Sam hung up, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he turned back to his computer.

Dean gave up, walking back over and sinking into his seat next to mine. "What's up. 

"Uh, Bobby found something in Wyoming."

"A job?" Dean asked, picking up his burger and taking a bite.

"Nope, a woman named Debbie who wants to kill him for his money." Millie answered. 

"Is that the plot in The Adams Family movie?" I asked. "Isn't there a woman named Debbie who tries to kill Fester?"

"There is." 

"Anyway, there's a small town where no one's died in the past week and a half." Sam continued. 

"That so unusual?" Dean asked. 

"Well, it's how they're not dying. Um--" Sam began as Evie slowly reached forward to steal a French fry from his plate. "One guy with terminal cancer strolls out of hospice. Another guy gets capped by a mugger, walks away without a scratch."

"Capped in the ass?" Dean asked, fist bumping Evie at her successfully theft. 

"'Police say Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point blank range by a 9-millimeter.'" Sam reads.