Supernatural: The Infernal Book

Sighting

Following the debacle of being surrounded by horny, drunk women, Ryder focused his attention on monitoring the crowd. Dean, on the other hand, maintained a vigil in his own way- with a healthy amount of petting among his adoring female fans.

This guy is useless, Ryder thought to himself as he gazed over at Dean, who happened to be taking a shot out of a blonde's navel.

Gulping the tequila down, Dean shook his head and walked over to Ryder. Draping an arm around his shoulders, he pulled him in close. "This place isn't really looking too promising. What do you say we head to another spot?"

Ryder could smell the amalgamation of Dean's fresh and spicy scent mixed with the tequila on his tongue. He felt the warmth and solidness of his body against his. It made his pulse quicken. "Sure," he managed to say in his most unaffected voice. "Sounds good."

Together- and much to the disappointment of the large group of women- Dean and Ryder left the club and ventured along the busy street to the next club. As they moved, Ryder scanned the large groups of people, eager for any signs of danger.

"Loosen up, kiddo," Dean chuckled. "You're looking a little too intense over there."

"I'm sorry- I thought we were hunting vampires."

"No, no, no," Dean said with a playful chuckle. "Sam and I are hunting vampires. You and Miles are tagging along."

Ryder ignored him and kept his vigil until Dean got into front of him and tilted his head, studying him a little more intensely than the younger man felt comfortable with. "What's your story?" The older Winchester brother asked suddenly.

"What do you mean? I already told you..."

Dean smiled, showing all of his teeth. "You told me your family story. But what about you?"

Ryder shrugged. "Not much to tell. I'm a college student. My mom abandoned me when I was a kid. I was raised to be a hunter. Then my dad and aunt got killed and I decided to run in the opposite direction. And now I'm hunting demons anyway."

"Life's funny sometimes," Dean said in a gruff voice.

"That's not what I'd call it."

Dean could sense the worry within Ryder. Even if the younger man wasn't exactly forthcoming with it, Dean could smell the fear on him. Fear for his uncle, fear for whatever the hell was coming. Dean slowly licked his lips. "Got a boyfriend?" He asked, opting for a disarming distraction.

Ryder scowled. "How is that your business."

Dena grinned. "That's a no."

Ryder shook his head and kept walking.

"Listen, the only reason I ask is because hunting works up all kinds of appetites, if you know what I mean. After we crash whatever circle jerk the local vamps have going on, daddy's going to need some attention. And I have a feeling even if you did have a man you'd be leaving him for me."

Ryder jerked his head in Dean's direction and scowled. "Oh, you are really full of yourself, aren't you?"

"Jealous?"

"What?"

"You said I'm full of myself. I asked if you're jealous because you wish you were full of me..."

"You're insufferable."

Dean flashed a winning smile. "Yeah, but you've been thinking about it."

"You read minds now?" Ryder challenged.

"I can clock sexual tension from a mile away, kiddo," Dean said with a huge smirk.

"You're hot," Ryder admitted as he stopped in front of Dean.