Chapter Four - Dead In The Water
"Put a spell on him, now he's hers?"
I hummed under my breath as I stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around me. I glanced at the clock/radio that had music blaring through it. We wouldn't be leaving for breakfast for another ten minutes. I moved to my bag at the end of my king-sized bed in this small motel room. I dug through, picking an outfit.
I undid the knot at the top of my towel, tossing it onto the bed beside me.
"Nice ass," a voice from behind me made me jump, fumble for my towel and spin around to find Dean standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.
"Do you not know how to knock on a door?" I asked, tying the towel around myself again. "Why are you here?"
"We're going to breakfast," he stated. "I didn't know you were naked. Like I said, nice ass." He smirked.
I glared at him. "Well, you better hope you have photographic memory or some shit because you are never seeing it again." I pointed to the door. "Out."
"Oh, come on, don't be so uptight," he teased.
"How long have you been standing there, you creep?"
"Well, you were naked when I walked in." He shrugged. "By all means, continue."
"Get out," I said. "And mark my words, Winchester, you will never, ever see me naked again."
"Would it make you feel better if you saw me naked?"
"No," I scoffed. "It wouldn't. So goodbye."
Dean turned for the door, but looked over his shoulder at me, a smirk forming on his face. "And just so you know, Red, if I wanted, I could have you naked and beneath me. You don't give me enough credit with women." He winked at me.
"You don't impress me," I stated. "And you sure as hell don't have the moves to convince me to sleep with you."
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Dean circled an obituary in the newspapers as we sat at the counter of the diner. Our waitress—a blonde girl in a low cut tank top and a short skirt—walked back up to us, leaning against the table to show off her cleavage. Clearly, she thought he was cute.
I rolled my eyes.
"Can I get you anything else?" she asked sweetly, smiling.
Dean looked up, pen between his teeth as a smile stretched across his face. Whore.
"Just the check, please," Sam took a seat on the other side of me.
"Okay." She turned, walking off. She sounded a little disappointed. She shouldn't be.
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