Hunters Match

Chapter Five

As soon as his Dad had driven up to the run down motel Dean's eyes had been drawn to the office doorway. He saw Amy watching the Impala as his dad put the old car into park. He couldn't help but watch her as she walked over to her beat up ride. He admired her tanned legs in the cut off Jean shorts she wore teamed with a yellow shirt and  black Doc Martin boots. Her hair was a mass of dark curls piled on top of her head.
"Urgh Dean drool much" Sam had said from the back seat.
He was so focused on the girl he couldn't even come up with a come back to his younger brothers teasing. He watched as she tried and failed to start the car and he obviously checked out her ass as she bent over to inspect the engine. He opened the door and exited the car without a word.
When she had first looked up at him, her warm brown eyes slightly glazed it took all his power not to reach out and brush the damp curls from her cheek.
Cool it Winchester, she's just another pretty girl, certainly not the first and definitely not the last.
When he had laughed at her nervous response to him he knew he'd pissed her off but she quickly gave back as good as she got.
He'd been embarrassed when his Dad had called him out. He wasn't a kid anymore he was 20 almost 21. He'd been going out on hunts with his dad for years now. He wanted to stay with the girl impress her with his mechanical know how and maybe arrange to meet up with her that night but he knew better than to disobey his father.
When Sam had pointed Amy out through the window and John had laid down on the bed he had to stop himself from rushing out and running back to her side. The pull was almost tangible like a bungie cord pulling him back to her.
She looked hot and not just in a sexy as fuck way. The Texas sun was unrelenting blasting down and sucking the energy from everything it hit.
When their eyes locked he couldnt look away but he forced himself to walk past her, amused as she turned her back to him, realising he quite liked annoying Amy.
The shock of her touch ran from his fingers through his whole body. By the way she snatched her hand away he knew she felt it to. This was definitely something different to his usual hook ups and that thought made him uncomfortable.
All thoughts quickly left his head as he watched as Amy brought the water bottle up to her neck. He his eyes followed the trickle of condensation as it ran forwards and disappeared into the open collar of her shirt. He swallowed thickly as she brought the bottle round and placed it against the base of her throat.
Then when she had stretched her arms up pushing out her brests he had felt himself immediately start to grow hard.
He knew she was doing it on purpose, and somehow he knew using her body this way and flirting with boys wasnt something she did often. Amy had an awkwardness about her. Even though they had just met he already felt he knew her. He imagined her tripping up over nothing, walking into stationary objects in clumsy but adorable way. She would no doubt blurt out inappropriate comments or trip over her tongue often enough to keep most people at arms length. He figured not many people saw how truly beautiful she was, how she was quick to anger and even quicker to laugh. Dean shook his head, whatever spell she had been casting over him was quickly broken when she growled out in a disturbingly deep voice some cheesy pent house forum comment about it being hot.
The laughter they shared at Amy's failed attempt to make her voice sound sultry was genuine and comfortable. Like laughing with a best friend, one who immediately got your sence of humour and matched it.
While he was trying to figure out why the car wouldn't start he could feel her eyes traveling down his body. It felt physical, like her fingers were lightly tailing a path across his back then down lower finally resting and caressing his rear. The straining in his pants was starting to become uncomfortable.
When he made a dumb joke about running he immediately felt Amy's mood shift. He could hear the concern in her voice when she asked him what he was running from. As she placed her hand on his arm it sent a jolt through him, a strange but definitely not unpleasant fizzing feeling ran through his whole body not starting to fade until she broke the contact with him.
He couldn't believe how close he'd come to blabbing about hunting. He'd never made a mistake like that ever. Suddenly everything felt overwhelming. The connection to this random girl, the heat of the sun, the increasing bulge in his pants.

Dean practically ran back to his room quickly closing the door and leaning against it.
Sam looked up from the tomb he was studying at the table. His Dad was softly snoring on the bed.
"What's the matter Dean your girlfriend bored of you already? Sam smirked but kept his voice low so not to wake up the sleeping man.
If looks could kill Sam would be having a hunters funeral sooner than expected.
Dean walked up to the table and picked up the car keys Sam's eyes widened.
"Relax Sammy I just need some tools from the truck"
As Dean walked back to the door he stopped and turned to face his not so little brother.
"Hey Sammy what do you know about Sirens?"
"Not much, I think they originated in ancient Greek myth. They lure sailors to their death with their song, why?"
"Its probably nothing it's just that girl, Amy, something just feels different"
"I'm pretty sure Sirens don't live in the desert Dean"
"Ha ha thanks for nothing"
"Wait what do you mean by different?"
"I'm not sure, it feels like... I don't know what it feels like. I can't explain it"
Sam stared at his brother for a minute. Dean looked flustered, his older brother prided himself on playing it cool. Sam had seen his brother with plenty of girls in fact he had seen a bit too much of his brother on occasion. But he had never seen him this agitated especially not over a girl. Maybe he was right maybe there was something different about this Amy.
"OK so I don't think she's a Siren but I'll check out the lore just incase"
"Thanks Sam"
He grabbed a couple of tools from the truck then repositioned his body to block the view of him lifting up the fake bottom and rummaged around until he found what he was looking for. A little test wouldn't hurt. Most of the monsters he ganked had an aversion to silver. Grabbing a silver dagger and holding it against Amy's skin probably wasnt the best idea so he found a small silver charm instead. He quickly strung it on the leather thong that held his Christmas gift from Sam and closed the trunk.
When he turned back towards Amy he immediately felt any worries washing away, ha Sirens what was he thinking. She was just a normal, albeit incredibly hot, girl. He would still find a way to touch her with the silver charm just to be sure and he damned well hoped it would have no effect on her not entirely sure he what he'd do if it did.