Roan Training Ground
Roan WV
February 2nd
Dean leaned against the cool metal of his Impala, cellphone pressed to his ear as he watched the trees sway lazily in the wind, their shadows dancing across the ground.
"Sammy, it's me."Dean said when his brother picked up.
"Hey, what's up? You sound serious," Sam replied, concern threading through his voice.
"Sheva's awake." Dean announced, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. "We're getting her out on the field for some training."
"Training? For what?" Sam asked, confusion evident in his tone.
"In case her father comes back." Dean explained, keeping his voice steady. "We can't underestimate him."
"Are you sure that's wise?" Sam pressed, skepticism creeping in. "She's the daughter of Lilith. What if she turns on us? Plus she was just out cold for nearly two weeks?"
Dean ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "I get it. But this is different."
Sam sighed, the weight of the situation settling in. "Alright, but we need to keep a close eye on her. If anything feels off..."
"I know." Dean interrupted, his tone firm. "We'll handle it. Right now, we need her focused and strong. We can't let her father catch us off guard."
"Okay, I'm on my way." Sam said, a hint of resolve in his voice. "Let's hope this works."
As Dean hung up, he glanced at the horizon where the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the landscape. They were stepping into uncertain territory, but they had to trust their choices. With a deep breath, he pushed off the car and slid into the driver's seat. It was a little chilly. So he turned the heat on for a little.
Sheva settled into the passenger seat, the engine rumbling to life beneath her. The hem of her dress raising just a sliver, enough for Dean to see her thigh. He didn't understand how she stayed warm, but he appreciated looking at her.
"You ready for this?" Dean asked, stealing a quick glance her way as he pulled out onto the road.
"Honestly? I'm a little scared." She admitted, biting her lip, vulnerability shining through her eyes. "What if I'm not good enough?"
Dean shot her a reassuring smile, warmth flooding through him. "You'll be great. Just remember, it's not about being perfect. It's about learning."
The sincerity in his voice made Sheva's heart race. "Thanks, Dean. That really means a lot."
As they drove through the empty road, the tension of the past few days began to ease.
When they approached the training grounds, Dean parked the Impala and turned to her, his expression suddenly serious.
"Hey." He said softly, his gaze intense, "No matter what happens out there, I'm in your corner."
Without thinking, she leaned closer, feeling the magnetic pull between them. Dean met her halfway, their lips brushing softly before deepening into a kiss that ignited a fire in both of them. It was a kiss filled with longing and passion, the world outside fading into insignificance. Once they separated, the hunger was obvious.
"So... we have a little time before Sam arrives." Sheva teased, her voice low and sultry.
"What do you have in mind?" Dean replied, mischief lighting his eyes.
Without waiting for a response, Sheva slid onto his lap, her heart racing as she felt the warmth radiating from him. The Impala's front seats felt quaint. She could feel the denim of his jeans against her inner thighs, a reminder of the sins building between them.
