Hunters Match

Chapter Sixteen (season 6)

Dean waited in the shadows watching the museum, waiting for Amy to leave. It was raining heavily and he was soaked to the bone after standing in the same place for the last hour or so. It didn't matter to him, he didn't feel the cold or the wetness. In fact he'd bearly felt anything in the past few days. Ever since he'd seen his brother sacrifice himself by jumping into the pit taking Lucifer and Michael with him.
He felt the now well known fizzing in the air just before he saw Amy exit. Her hair was longer, the same length as when they had first met. She was laughing as she exited and it took him a moment to realise she was not alone. The man she was with opened up an umbrella and pulled Amy in close so they could both fit under it. Dean clenched his fists as he saw his arm go around Amy's waist and pull her in close to his side. He was about to reveal his position and rip the assholes lungs out right there in the street when he saw Amy stop and look around frowning. She stepped away from the man, not caring about the rain now falling on her. She peered into the shadows where he stood. He quickly flattened himself against the wall not wanting to be seen. After a moment or two she shook her head and went back to shelter under the umbrella. This time when the handsy dick tried to put his arm around her she stepped away slightly keeping a space between the two of them. They made their way down the museum's steps and turned to walk down the street.
Before Sam had said yes to Lucifer he had made Dean promise to find Amy and live the apple pie life neither of them had ever had. There was nothing Dean wanted more than to give up hunting to spend his days taking care of Amy, but he could bearly take care of himself right now. He was fucked up, drinking to much, bearly sleeping and only just managing to stop himself from spiraling out of control. Could he really inflict himself on Amy after he'd already hurt her enough. He watched as she disappeared from sight, she had looked happy and he was certain that him turning up broken on her door step would ruin that.
He turned and made his way back to the impala he couldn't even bring himself to care that he was dripping on the dark upholstery. He sat for a long time staring into nothing before he started the engine and drove away into the night.

It was my third date with Graham and so far things had been going well. We had arranged to meet at work as I knew I would be working late. It was pouring down as we left and ever the gentleman Graham produced an umbrella and pulled me under to keep me dry. I stiffened slightly as he put his arm around my waste to draw me into the small space. So far we had had one awkward kiss good night and I wasn't sure how I felt about such a posesive gesture.
I felt a pulling sensation that I hadn't felt in a long time and stopped to look around. My eyes were drawn to a group of shadows.
I hadn't heard from Dean since that ominous phone call. I'd felt an ache in my heart for months afterwards. Then one day I woke up and the pain had eased. I don't know if the brothers managed to get Dean out of his deal but a few days after the call I'd received a package from Sam with the Onimaru Kunisuna safely inside. At first I had assumed Dean was gone but when the pain eased I allowed myself to hope that maybe he had just been injured badly.
I stared intently looking for any sign of movement but the shadows remained empty.
I rejoined Graham only this time when he tried to draw me in close I distanced myself slightly, making sure I was back under the shelter of the umbrella but keeping a space between us.
We walked down the street but I couldn't shake the feeling of someone's eyes on me. Damn Dean Winchester I was all set to have a perfect evening then one sniff of him and I was already distancing myself from my date. If he was lurking around then screw him. He could either show himself or not the result would be the same. I refused to let myself get involved with the Winchesters again.

1 year later

The storm came out of nowhere, one minute the sky was clear then suddenly I was having to turn my headlights on, my window wipers bearly making a dent in the heavy rain.
I had decided to drive down to Texas to see my Mom. It had been a while since we'd seen each other in person. I still made sure we spoke everyday on the phone but I worried about her being alone.
I loved the drive to Marfa almost as much as I did seeing my Mom. I hated driving on the highways so I would spend a couple of days driving the back roads staying in cheep motels and enjoying the freedom.
My car may have been upgraded but I still got the same buzz as I did when driving through the desert in my old Nissan.
I slowed down to a crawl struggling to see the road ahead. A flash of lightning lit the way and my eyes caught a glimpse of a sign at the side of the road.
'Lukins Bar and Hotel' OK so I had planed on driving a couple more hours before finding somewhere to stop for the night but I wasn't going to make any progress in this weather so I may as well see if they had any vacancies.
I pulled in to the long drive, the road was over grown and full of potholes. When I reached the end the 'hotel' was a simple single story building consisting of a line of rooms facing a cracked parking lot that was quickly becoming a lake.
So much for the fancy sign. I figured I would get a room and dump my stuff before heading to the bar, hoping the food would be better that the exterior of the place. I made my way to the office and booked myself a single. Despite the empty lot the young girl behind the desk was adamant that they only had a couple of rooms left so I had to make my way to the furthest room right at the end of the block.
I was pleasantly surprised when I entered Lukins bar. I was expecting a typical dive but the interior was clean and airy. My feet didn't stick to the floor and the bar was sanded down to its natural colour. Classic rock was playing from the juke box as I sat down in one of the booths and started looking at the menu.
My food had just been delivered by the waitress when the doors to the bar slammed open and my body started to hum. I slunk down lower in the booth not wanting to be seen. I didn't need to hear the gruff voice complaining about the weather to know who had entered.
"Damn it Sam that storm is almost biblical. Where the hell did it come..."
The voice stopped abruptly the only sound was the quiet conversation of the other patrons in the bar. I sunk down lower imagining Dean looking around the bar for me. I closed my eyes hoping that that would make me more invisible but it wasn't long before I felt a presence behind me. I peered up out of one eye to see Dean leaning with his elbows on the back of the booth and a warm smile on his face.
"Hi Amy" he chuckled
I unscrunched my face and opened both eyes to look at him. He looked good. His face was tanned and he had a healthy glow.
I was suddenly very aware of my bedraggled appearance and old traveling clothes. "Hi Dean" I sighed.
"What your not happy to see me" He asked sliding uninvited into the seat next to me. The closeness of his body sent a rush of warmth through mine.
"Its umm unexpected but I'm glad to see your ok Dean" I said truthfully "I'm glad the sword got you out of your deal"
"Oh the sword didn't work" Sam appeared at the table and sat down opposite us " it was pretty pointless really. Dean got dragged straight to Hell kicking and screaming"
Both Dean and I stared open mouthed at his brothers frankness.
Sam perused the menu not noticing our stares when he finally looked up he shrugged his shoulders "what?"
"You were in Hell?" I asked.
Dean narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his brother before turning to me.
"Yeah but I got out so... "
He clearly didn't want to talk about it so I didn't push it.
The waitress came over and took their order. Sam flirted shamelessly with her while Dean bearly glanced up from his menu a frown on his face. There was something different about the two brothers. Sam seemed colder he had lost the softness that made me think of him as a gentle giant. Dean was subdued and there was clearly an unspoken argument going on between the two of them.
The meal consisted of awkward conversation between mostly me and Dean while Sam kept eyeing up the waitress. I bearly ate, the combination of being so close to Dean and yet wanting desperately to get away from them both made my stomach churn.
Sam eventually pushed back his plate and lent back in the booth "I think I'm gonna have a drink at the bar. Dean don't forget to call Lisa"
Dean's eyes widened at the sound of the woman's name.
"Who's Lisa" I asked trying to sound nonchalant and failing.
When Dean didn't answer straight away Sam answered for him. "Lisa's Dean's girlfriend they hooked up while Dean was working construction" he looked between the two of us an almost smirk on his face.
Dean was refusing to look at me while I was failing to look unbotherd "Oh your ahem you have a girlfriend"
Sam laughed out loud "wow you two are something else you know that. The two of you really need to fuck and get it out of your system" Dean sputtered, almost choking on his drink. "Wait Amy how's the whole virgin thing going, you got that situation sorted cause I'm sure my brother would be willing to help"
My face was bright red, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. I look over at Dean for help but the jackass looked just as interested in my answer as his brother although I will give him his due, he was at least trying to hide his curiosity.
"Ahem well not thats it's anyone's business but its still well a kind of a situation" I mumbled
"Wow how does that even happen, really Amy you know your hot right. I just don't get it"
"Alright alright thats enough Sam" Dean finally stepped in to save me from the embarrassing conversation "your being a dick"
Sam looked between my self and Dean the smile finally fading from his face "I'm sorry Amy" he conceded "Dean's right I'm an ass and it's nobody's business but yours"
I couldn't stay at the table any longer so I stood quickly and made my excuses.
"It really was good to see you again Amy" Dean stood to let me out, his eyes were soft as he looked at me "You take care of yourself ok"
I had to squeeze past him electricity rushing through me as our bodies almost touched. My face flushed at the closeness. Once again running into the Winchesters had left me feeling hurt and confused.
I made my way to my room spotting Dean's impala parked next to my car at the end of the block.
"Hi beautiful" I said quietly, looking around so no one would see me talking to the car. I ran my hand along the lenght of her body thinking momentarily of my brother Tony. He would have loved her. I made my way into my room and firmly locked the door behind me.
It was a few hours later when I was awoken by loud shouting coming from the room next door. I'd showerd and fallen into a fitfull sleep thinking of Dean.
The shouting got louder before I heard a door slam and a string of expletives coming from outside. I could feel Dean's aggravation coming in waves from the other side of my door. I should stay out if it. Whatever had the brothers arguing was none of my business. I should go back to sleep and be on my way first thing in the morning leaving the Winchesters behind me. I closed my eyes but the sound of shuffling footsteps in the gravel outside made them snap back open. I could almost see Dean his hand raised ready to knock. I climbed out of bed and threw on an old hoodie over the tank top and shorts I slept in.
I pulled open the door and sure enough there was Dean standing on the doorstep looking unsure of him self. He had two beers in his hand and wordlessly held one out to me. I wasn't ready to invite him in but I accepted the beer and stepped outside.
"I'm sorry if I woke you" he said walking towards the impala and leaning against the hood. "I couldnt stand knowing you were so close and not seeing you again. You look good by the way" he eyed my bare legs and I felt a tingle run through me. I went and stood next to him. The position reminding me of when we met all those years ago leaning on the hood of my beat up car.
"So do you want to talk about what's going on with you and Sam" I asked ignoring the complement.
"Its complicated"
"Ha when is it not complicated Dean" I laughed sardonicly
He lifted his hand and pushed a stray curl behind my ear "it shouldn't be Amy, not between you and me"
I held my breath waiting for him to go on but he dropped his hand and turned to face the rundown parking lot.
"I got out Amy" he didn't look at me just kept staring into the distance "and it was good. I mean not perfect" he glanced at me and gave me a sad smile "but good"
"And now?" I probed
"And now Sam's back and my god I missed him but he's different somehow it's like he doesn't care anymore"
"Slow down Sam's back from where exactly"
"Ha a lots happened since I last saw you Amy"
"Well then lets talk" I stated bluntly and we did. He told me about his time in Hell and how he'd been dragged back by an Angel who became a friend. I talked about how hard it was getting over Tonys death and how it affected my Mom. He told me about Sam getting hooked on demon blood and ending up kickstarting the Apocalypse. I spoke about my time in college and my disastrous dating history leading to my embarrassing lack of experience. He laughed loudly when I told him of the time I was all ready to sleep with one boyfriend when a litral tree came crashing through the window quickly putting a stop to the evening. He spoke of Angels and Demons and how he was the Michael sword. How he and Sam found Adam their brother and about loosing Sam when he sacrified himself and saved the world. At one point I shivered in the cool night air so he opened the door to the impala and we both climbed in the back. He grabbed a blanket and draped it over our legs before we continued talking. "I came to find you, you know" he said looking me squarely in the eye "when Sam first jumped into the pit"
I thought back to the night almost a year ago when I sensed Dean outside of the museum.
"You were with someone and you looked happy so I left" he paused for a moment and took my hands in his. "But I ment what I said in that phone call Amy. I was about to get dragged to hell and all I could think of was you. It's always been you" The atmosphere in the back of the car suddenly got heavy.
I slowly removed my hands from his and smoothed the blanket down over my legs.
"Please don't talk like that Dean" my voice was bearly audible "you came to find me yes but then what. You've been out for a whole year you have a job, a life, a girlfriend. Do you know how much it hurts me that I wasn't a part of that, that you chose someone else" I could never be that honest about my feelings with anyone other than Dean.
"You were with another man Amy" he said defensively "what would you really have done if I'd come stumbling out of the shadows half mad with grief" I remained silent contemplating what he said.
"Driving away that night was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. I spent months looking for ways to get Sam out I could bearly focus on anything else. I eventually got a job working construction"
"And that's where you met your girlfriend" I interrupted.
"Yeah Lisa. I took a job renovating her place a few months back. She didn't seem to care that I was broken. I have no idea what she saw in me but we've been dating for a little while now"
"And now are you going to start hunting again" I stamped down the feelings of jealousy at the thought of Dean dating.
"It looks like it yes. Sam's hooked up with a bunch of my Moms family and they smell like trouble to me. He needs me to keep his stupid ass out of trouble"
"And is Lisa OK with that. Does she know about the family business?" As much as I hated hearing him talk about her my curiosity got the better of me.
"A little but not all of it. I clearly wasn't cut out to be a construction worker so I guess she just wants me to be happy" he shrugged.
"And are you Dean, are you happy?" I looked into his eyes determined to find the truth in them.
He lifted his hand and placed it on the side of my face "Right now I am, being here with you makes me happy"
For a moment I thought he was going lean in and kiss me but instead he pulled my head down to his shoulder and put his arm around me holding me close. It wasn't a romantic gesture but more of a comforting one. I relaxed just enjoying being in his arms. It felt like the most natural place to be. My eyes drifted closed and I allowed myself to soke up the feeling of being home. I must have drifted of to sleep as I awoke with a start at the feeling of being lifted in someone's arms.
Dean's deep voice vibrated through me "Relax sweetheart I got you"
I dropped my head to his chest and allowed him to carry me to my room. He laid me down on the bed and sat down on the edge. He smoothed my hair from my face. My breath quickening at his touch.
"Your so beautiful" his eyes roamed my face "I don't know what were gonna do here Amy but I do know I'm not prepared to let you walk out of my life again" he stood to leave, my hand shot out and grabbed his arm.
"You could stay" I tried to tug him down towards me but he resisted
" Oh baby you don't know how tempting that is but you'd hate me in the morning in fact you'd hate us both"
He was right of course he had a girlfriend, I had to keep reminding myself.
My eyes followed him across the room, to the door. He turned back to me his eyes almost black in the dim light "Sam was wrong you know" his voice was husky "fucking you would never get you out of my system in fact I don't think I would ever be the same again"
He closed the door quietly behind him leaving me lying on the bed with tears in my eyes.