A Queen

Season 1 Episode 4 - Phantom Traveler

I had my head thrown back, eyes closed as I felt his lips ghost across my throat and down my neck, settling on my shoulder. His weight was comforting and safe, caging me under him. One of his hands held my wrists above my head, his hips pinning me to the bed. His free hand was running up my side, his palm skimming the side of my chest, his thumb grazing my nipple. I couldn't stop the noise that fell from my mouth at his touch.

"Perfect." He whispered as he tilted his head back up, lips capturing mine in a kiss that stole the breath from my lungs. Kissing him was everything, it felt like I was flying, but it grounded me in the best way. Everything was simply... Dean.

"Morning, sunshine." Sam's voice pulled me from my dream.

"What time is it?" Dean's voice came from behind me. When did that happen? Oh fuck, I fell asleep on his bed last night watching tv...

"Uh, it's about five forty-five."

"In the morning?"

"Yep." Sam replied.

"Where does the day go?" Dean asked him as he sat up. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours." I sat up against the headboard of Dean's bed, trying to pull the blankets up.

"Dean, move your fat ass, I'm cold." I told him. He didn't answer me, just threw a hoodie at me, hitting me square in the face, the smell of Pine clouding my senses. I slipped it on my head, settling back down into the bed. Dean had his hand reached out to me when I looked back up, holding a drink in his hand. Chai.... This beautiful, beautiful man... He didn't say anything or acknowledge me, turning back to Sam.

"Liar. 'Cause we were up at three," he said, motioning between him and I, "and you were watching a George Foreman information."

"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV."

"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"

"I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal." Came Sam's response.

"Yeah, it is."

"Look, I appreciate your concern -" Sam started.

"Oh, I'm not concerned about you." Dean snarked at him. "It's your job to keep our asses alive, so I need you sharp." But instead of answering him, Sam just shrugged his shoulders. "Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?"

"Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything." He answered, handing Dean a coffee. "I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you."

"You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that."

"So, what? All this, it... never keeps you up at night?" Sam asked him, but he just shook his head. "Never? You're never afraid?"

"No, not really." Dean replied. Sam looked at me then nodded to the pillow Dean had been laying on. I reached under it, pulling out a fairly big hunting knife, it was almost the length of my entire forearm. I held it up, waving it in front of Dean for a second before he grabbed my wrist, pulling the knife back from my hand.

"That's not fear. That is precaution." He answered Sam.

"All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue." The ringing of Dean's phone cut off any further conversation. He started looking for it, picking up the clothes he was wearing the day before, but I pulled it out of the hoodie I was wearing, handing it to him.