Love you like you are ~Destiel~ (by 3darkside_o_themoon3)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The first thing Dean noticed when he came back too was he was lying on his back with an ice pack on his head. Weird, did he pass out or something? From the water trailing down his face and the cold spot on his forehead meant he's been out for a long time.

Then the freight train of his thoughts slammed into him. The hunt. The witch, Sam, Cas. Oh god, what happened?!

Before he knew it, Dean was sitting up in his bed, eyes wide with his mouth open with a dying scream on his lips. Cas. What the hell happened after that?

"Dean!" His eyes shot to his brother who stood beside the bed, eyes red with exhaustion. He looked like hell. Well not really but... Oh forget it, he thought as he looked his brother up and down.

"Sammy?" A throbbing suddenly filled his head making him wince and groan.

At the noise Sam jumped up to quickly grab the bag on Dean's lap without touching him. "Here." He gave it to him, which Dean thankfully took with open arms.

He hadn't felt this bad since he wiped Lisa and Ben's minds. That night he drank himself to sleep in a bar in Colorado. Not his best idea since that morning he was pretty convinced that the gun in his pocket had one more bullet in it.

"What the hell happened? I feel like shit." Dean ground out. He slowly put the ice pack back on his head, welcoming the numb feeling it left behind.

Sam slowly sat down on the chair beside the bed, eyes on the ground. Silence filled the room, the only noise Sam and Dean's breathing. But suddenly, the sound of the toilet flushing in the bathroom interrupted the mood they had going.

Another person? When did they ever let another into their rooms, especially when one was down for the count?! Dean wouldn't
let anyone near Sam if he was unconscious!

He threw his brother an angry look, making Sam throw his hands up in surrender. "It's not what you think-"

"You just let another person into the room?! What the hell were you thinking?!" He yelled, trying to throw the blankets off his legs so he could kick this mystery person out. They would be lucky if they managed to get out with a broken face.

When he got to his feet, he felt the lightheadedness come back. But before Sam could try to help him, Dean shot him a go-the-
fuck-away look. He would never live it down if he passed out twice in one day. His pride wouldn't allow it!

The bathroom was suddenly in front of him, but before he could open the door it did on its own. When it did though, time
stopped for Dean. Everything just stopped.

Standing in front of him was the most beautiful women he's ever seen, and he's seen a lot in his lifetime.

She had a small round face, almost heart shaped with bright pink plump lips. As his eyes trailed down her form, he noticed the obvious rack she was sporting with wide eyes. Not only that, but she was just wearing a white button down shirt with a pair of boxers showing her tan long legs. But she couldn't have been taller than 5 foot 5; she barely reached his shoulders.

Long brown hair cascaded down her back in waves leading his eyes back to her face where two of the brightest blue eyes watched him. The way she looked, though, with that unwavering gaze made something flicker in Dean.

His breath was taken away. Now why was this hot women in their motel room? She deserved to be in a model shoot, showing off that body.

Before he could say anything to this mystery women, she smiled the warmest smile that made Dean's knees weak. "Dean. You're awake." Oh that voice. It wasn't high pitched and weak, but strong and deep for a women that only made her 100 percent hotter.