Leather, Love, and Lace*EDITING*

03. I hope so

*Carson's P.O.V*
My eyes opened to the sunlight, regret and relief washed over me. I loved Dean, Dean loved me. But I had let myself get weak, I had cried he saw the cuts he knew how much of a screw up I was. Yet here he was, Laying next to me dead asleep. I pulled away and threw on one of Dean's shirts and my bracelets. I wandered down stairs and found my laptop. I needed to go for a hunt, it had been over a month.
The floor boards shifted as Dean made his way downstairs, in nothing but boxers, my eyes locking in on his anti-possession tattoo. Strange how I had more tattoos then Dean. I stood up from my chair to he get him some coffee, his eyes were puffy and he was obviously crying.
*Anon P.O.V*
The black liquid sloshed into the cup, light shone on Carson's brown hair, making it look gold. Her legs were tan and her eyelashes looked long as the rays laid on her face. Footsteps came from behind her, Deans arms snaked around her waist and his lips graced her shoulder, touching the tattoo of the bird she got when she turned 16. She spun to face him, knowing he was sadly happy. He pressed her to his chest and rested his head on her shoulder.
"I love you." His voice was meek and tired, like he was scared last night hadn't happened.
*Dean's P.O.V*
"I love you too, Dean what's wrong." She looked into my eyes, searching for an explanation. Her eyes were deep brown, but they didn't shine like when we were kids, they were dull. She had dark circles and cuts. I fiddled with her bracelets.
"I failed, I was supposed to make sure you were okay and I left you all alone."
"Dean I'm fine."
"Your wrists?" It came out as a sequel.
"They were old, I'm fine. Really."
I laced our fingers together and pulled her to the table. I sat down in the chair and pulled Carson onto may lap. She faced her laptop, I wrapped my arms around her waist, chin on her shoulder.
"Find a case yet?"
"Yea,Probably a poltergeist. About a half hour drive. 3 people killed, throats ripped out. One for each night."
"Let's go check it out."
*Carson's P.O.V*
I threw on my black pencil skirt and a white tank top and a floral blazer, then threw on my black strappy heels. I came down the stairs with my purse and found Dean struggling with his tie. I laughed.
"Still haven't figured it out yet huh?" I smiled while fixing his tie, I pulled him closer by his tie. I placed my lips on his, he brought one hand to my lower back and the other tangled in my hair. I draped mine along his shoulders. His tongue grazed my bottom lip before he bit down gently. His tongue found his way into my mouth. He pulled away.
"We should get going" he kissed my cheek leaving me breathless. I followed him to the impala.
We got halfway there and I started to get ready, I strapped my gun to my inner thigh and one to my waist. Some knives were tucked into my jacket and I slid on a pair of glasses.
"I forgot how sexy you look when we hunt."
"Dean, I look like some stupid priss."
"A priss I would do dirty things to."
He laughed and grabbed my hand. We pulled up to a house. I clipped my badge on.
"Hi, I'm detective Lisa Wesson, this is my partner, detective Smith. We're taking over this crime scene and I'm going to have to ask you to vacate the premises."
"FBI huh?"
"Yes Sir, you have fifteen minutes to vacate." I bent over a bit flashing a bit of my boobs.
"Yes mam, right away." The sherif stumbled over his words, they didn't care how ugly you were if you had big boobs.
Within minutes the scene was cleared.
"How you manage to do that, I'll never know."
"You either got it or you don't." I shot Dean a wink as we headed inside. We were making our way upstairs when we heard some noise, Dean quickly stepped closer to me, hand on his gun. I pulled up my skirt and aimed my gun at a closet door, Dean splitting the other way into the bedroom. I kicked the door open.
"All clear." Dean came behind me as I opened the last door, the smell of sulfur over whelming me.
"Definitely a haunting, let's go do some online research and end this."
Dean and I headed back to the impala, on the way I stripped my heels and guns after taking my hair down. Dean whipped onto the road before speeding back to Bobby's.
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*Deans P.O.V*
          I laid on the couch with a beer, I had given up about half an hour ago, but Carson still sat across from me at Bobby's study desk surrounded by books and her computer.
"I got it, there's a pattern." Carson's voice rang out. I pulled myself of the couch.
"Yeah what is it?"
She started explaining the connection, what the sacrifices were.
"The last killing is going to be out by runners point, tomorrow night."
"So we hike up there tomorrow."
          Carson shut her computer, got up and stretched. She headed upstairs as I finished my beer. I made my way to bed, she was already there. A pair of my boxers and a tank top. I smiled before crawling into bed. This was my baby, I won her.
"I love you." I kissed her forehead as she rolled into my chest.
I heard a weary "I love you too."
She wasn't supposed to hear it. But I was glad she did. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>I'm leaving these chapters sit for a while to see if I can't get some more reads. It would be great if you guys who are reading this could pass it along to some friends. If you have any input/ideas I'm one hundred and ten percent open to hearing them. Love you, thanks to anyone who actually likes my crap writing.