Star Fall / Book One (SPN Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

(WARNING: MORE SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD

Enjoy le smut)

Divine. The word Dean uses to describe Kyiah. Divinity. She was truly heavens gift to him. She can knock the air clear from his lungs with just a single look. And as they frequently become much closer, it seems he takes the most joy in the littlest of things. Her black painted fingers against his skin, the musical harmony of her alto pitch as she reads in Latvian, the pitter of her bare feet against the bunker's floors. The way she looks while she's wearing his shirt, her flattering piercings. The look of love in her eyes. Sometimes, he could see flashes of a world they'd never live in. Not in this life. Not with this job.. But Dean wasn't willing to let that reality, destroy this one. Within the last few days, she and Dean have picked up hunting again. Which brought in an entirely different level of romance to their dynamic.

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Kyiah flips her machete into the air, catching it to dice the throat of an American werewolf before flinging the blade straight into its decapitated head. She walks over, sets down a boot, and forcefully removes Vlad from the cranium with her fingerless gloved hand. Getting a backsplash of blood slung across her skin. Inhaling blissfully, happy to have her trusted blade back in her strong grip. Happy to be outside in the autumn breeze, putting her lifelong skills back into action. 

"Jesus, Kai." She turns to her partner, exhilaration spilling over her. "Little over kill?" Dean asks stepping forward. Keeping his distances from Vlad in unsettled apprehension. The Mark continually pulses under his jacket, whenever he was within arms length of the darkling blade. Ever since their first interaction at the factory, he was convinced the charged, chagrin, energy emitting from the hellish macabre machete, was Gabriel. Protecting Tsia from the great beyond.

"Like you don't love it." She smirks, wiping the back of her bare hand over her statured cheek.

"Six out of ten." Dean admires, looking across the scattered bodies. "Not too shabby." He teases, watching her eyes roll on his wandering approached. She cockily sheathes Vlad over her leather bomber jacket, her faded green shirt emphasizing her captivating eyes. She puts a hand to his chest, standing up on her tiptoes, reeling him in for a kiss when she stops.

"You better step up your game." Kai quips, breaking away to walk past him. Dean exhales in heightened sexual tension, turning over his shoulder to watch her fine ass cross to Baby. Even from behind, she was a work of art in slim combat boots, and grommet belted black jeans. Not wanting to let her get to far, he jogs to catch up with her.

"Have you heard from Sam yet?" She inquires curiously.

"Not yet." He answers, climbing into the drivers seat, shutting his door.

"I'm starting to worry.. I haven't been able to get a hold of Cas, either." She mentions, leaning against the seat in a state of upset.

"I'm sure they're fine." Dean casually assures, starting the Impala. There was a beat, and Kai sits upright.

"But can't we just-"

"No." He twists to her, using his stern voice. "You're not ready yet." She took in a breath to argue, but stops, seeing the vivid plea reflect in the pools of his eyes. Remembering that if she wants to make this work, she's going to have to take a step back. And collaborate. Something she's never been willing to do before. She lowers her body, and Dean puts his hand on hers. "Just- not yet, Kai. Not yet." He asserts calmly.

"Okay." Kyiah accepts, gently raising her framed brows. "Then when?"

"Soon." He promises, setting his palm down on cheek. "I don't want you moving to fast." He confesses. His chest flutters, staring at her perfectly tousled, raven & white hair.