The Colts (Dean Winchester)

Part Eight

Hunting with Dean Winchester as adults has proven to be better than hunting solo, or hunting with him when we were kids. I didn't teach him much back then, and I didn't know much either. So, we had been a bit of a mess. Now things are smoother, we have each other's backs no matter what and manage to squash any and every creature three times faster than we would have alone. It's just not about having a teammate, it's about having Dean. Thus, good hunting hasn't been the only development in the months we've been together.

The day after he kissed me when we met after a decade, things had been awkward. We went back to the motel -it turns out we were staying at the same one- and bid goodnight. In truth, the next morning wasn't much better. We met for breakfast and had a pleasant conversation. Neither of us mentioned the kiss. It was as if we were back in high school all over again, teenagers too embarrassed to mention the elephant in the room. It all kind of became worse when the pretty waitress came by our table and told Dean that, unlike yesterday, today she had the afternoon free. And then she winked. It was pretty clear what she wanted from him. I was about to stand from my chair when Dean told her that he was no longer interested.

After that, it was clear that neither of us wanted to part from the other. Despite us ignoring our mutual attraction, we had been friends first, and finding each other after so many years made it difficult to think of not seeing each other again. So, for weeks after that, we started to hunt as a team. And, eventually, almost inconspicuously, we gravitated closer, and our romance started to bloom. I can't remember the moment when we decided we were better together -as hunters and a couple- I just know that one day, I woke up in his arms and everything was better. Then time passed by, and since then it has been a few months of blissful routine.

"Good! You're awake." I greet Dean as soon as I enter the motel. We both have come to realize that I'm an early riser compared to him. Yet, he is more of a light sleeper. "I brought breakfast." I raise the package in my hands as Dean groans, sleep still lingering in his eyes.

"Tell me that has some bacon."

I'm much too used to his bad eating habits. "Sandwich of eggs and bacon..."

"Yes!"

"And! A bowl of fruit. Yes, Dean Winchester, you shall finish it all."

He grimaces but knows better than to complain. While I take out the food, Dean stands from the bed and makes his way towards me. I can feel his arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer. I can also feel he's not wearing anything, his morning wood in between my ass cheeks.

"Dean!" I warn when he begins to kiss my neck. "Wasn't it enough yesterday?" We spent the whole night busy in bed after we killed that banshee.

"It's never enough with you."

"Well, as much as I want to spend time with you in bed, we have to get to the next city." We discovered a possible hunt a few times towns over.

"Yes, I know," Dean pauses dramatically, "but what if we stay here a bit longer? I'm sure if we ask, Garth could take over the hunt." Dean is right, if we ask nicely, I highly doubt our friend would refuse to cover for us. The worst thing is, I know why Dean is asking to do that. Still, he opens his mouth to explain. "Maybe we should consider..." Whatever he is about to say, gets interrupted by the phone ringing. Honestly, I'm a bit relieved he doesn't get to finish the sentence.

I fish my cell phone out of my pocket, and then without looking at the screen, I answer. "Hello?"

The voice at the other end of the receiver sounds professional and slightly apologetic. "Hi, is this..." The woman says my name, the real one, and not one of the many aliases I have.

"Yes, this is her." While I speak on the phone, Dean sighs and goes to pick at the bags of breakfast I brought over.

"This is nurse Caroline from San Francisco General Hospital. I'm calling about your sister Lillian Colt."