Hunters Match

Chapter Four

I was stood leaning against my car, I really really didn't want to have to ask Barny for help. I looked towards the office then to the door Dean had disappeared behind then back to the office again not sure what to do. I sighed loudly my shoulders lifting and falling dramatically. Before I could make a decision the door to the motel room opened and out stepped Dean. He walked towards me, he had taken off his jacket and was wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt, dark blue denim jeans and brown boots.
I straightened as he walked towards me looking me straight in the eye. He reached my car and continued to walk straight past me without a word, a small smirk playing on his lips.
Well that was rude! I turned my back to him and started studying the engine intently. I heard him put some change into the vending machine, then a thump as it dispenced its goodies, followed by footsteps crunching on the gravel. Dean stopped next to me and wordlessly held out an ice cold bottle of water fresh from the machine.
I reached for it gratefully. As I took it my fingers brushed his, the jolt of electrity shot threw me and I snatched the drink away quickly, a wave of what I would almost describe as recognition rushed through me. I was shocked by the feelings such a light touch had evoked.
Dean had a curious look on his face, I wondered if he felt it to. I quickly looked down heat rushing to my cheeks and pressed the water bottle against the nape of my neck allowing the coldness to infuse my skin. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes moving the bottle from the back of my neck round to the front, never losing the cool contact with my body.
I opened my eyes to find Dean staring at me, slack jawed, a glazed look on his face.
I have no doubt it was the exact same expression I had on my face when I first looked up into his eyes.
I wasnt a popular kid at school, that honour went to my brother, and I hadn't had many boyfriends. I knew I wasn't ugly, my Mom and my friends always told me I would look so pretty if I only did my hair and maybe put on a little makeup. My grungy style and the fact my head was mostly stuck in a book didn't get me invited to many parties even if all the hours studying did get me a full scholarship to collage. Flirting was not something I did and certainly didn't come naturally to me. But with the way Dean looked at me I felt confident enough to tease him. Even though it had only been a half hour at most since the Impala had driven upto the motel I felt comfortable and safe around Dean.
I hid my smile as I slowly reached my arms above my shoulders stretching up towards the clear blue sky. I knew exactly what I was doing and I was rewarded when his eyes widened as I arched my back, pushing my chest out slightly. My yellow polo shirt with the motels name on could never be considered sexy but it still got me the reaction I wanted.
Now who's clearly not OK
"Thank you, its very hot out here" I tried to make my voice sound sexy but instead it came out sounding more like my 80 year old neighbour with a 40 a day smoking habit.
OK Amy quit while you're ahead
Dean raised his eyebrow at me
"You OK there sounds like you have something in your throat. You should probably take a drink of that water"
We both stared at each other for a moment, his mouth twitched and I was struggling to keep a straight face. We both cracked at the same time. Our laughed echoed around the parking lot. I clutched my stomach I was laughing so hard it hurt. Dean bent and put his hands on knees trying to catch his breath. He reached out his arm and flapped his hand towards himself.
"Water" He gasped I passed over the bottle and he stood up straight and took two large gulps before passing it back to me so I could take a drink. "Now let's take a look at your car"
I stood back and watched as he examined the engine. I admired his tall frame and athletic build. The muscles on his back flexed beneath his t-shirt as he bent forwards to reach something on the engine. I allowed my eyes to travel down his frame, unashamedly ogling his ass knowing no one could see me.
"Stop staring Amy"
"How did you.. you can't even see... I wasnt even.." my words trailed off.
He chuckled to himself and carried on tinkering with the engine.
"So Dean erm do you work out" I tried and failed to sound uninterested.
He chuckled again "No way Sweetheart I don't do sports and jogging is for crazy people although I do find myself doing a lot of running"
"Running? isn't that the same as jogging?"
"Babe when your life depends upon it, running is not the same as jogging"
"You have to run for your life?" My brow knitted in concern and I placed my hand on his arm, trying hard to ignore the tingling feeling caused by the contact. Dean seemed to have an easy going attitude. He was quick to laugh and to make fun of me. He had an air of confidence, he was cocky and so sure of himself. What could he possibly be running from? What was so bad in his life he felt the need to flee.
"Sometimes yeah but mostly it's me and my Dad running towards the..." He stopped abruptly and stood up straight. "Its all part of the job I guess. The family business. I think I see the problem I just need to grab a couple of tools and I will quickly have you on your way.
I watched as he walked away and disappeared inside the motel room for a minute or two before he emerged with a set of keys and opened the Cheveys trunk.
I was left feeling confused but also curious. He clearly didn't want to talk about it but what exactly was the family business and what made it so dangerous.