Now that he mentioned it, I was really hungry. And had to pee. "But what about you?" I looked down at his shorts. It was obvious he was excited.
"I'm alright." He winked. "Nothing I can't handle."
I walked over to my now twice discarded panties and slipped them on. Again. "You mean how you were handling it earlier?" I turned to see his eyes blazing at me, arms crossed. I grinned as I walked to his dresser. "Shorts?"
"Top drawer." He was still watching me. Ignoring his comical stare, I pulled on a pair of his shorts. I had to roll the waistband a few times. Finding a shirt, I pulled it on. "You getting dressed or what?" His gaze changed.
He smiled, unable to contain it any longer. Finally, he dressed. I grabbed my bag from the main room and headed for the bathroom, he the kitchen. After freshening up, I went to the kitchen. As I entered, Dean came up behind me.
"You two kids taking a break?" He nudged me.
"We worked up an appetite." I said suggestively to Dean as I walked to the table.
"Aw come on, I'm about to eat." He joked. Sam smacked him on the back of the head. "Anyway, I brought pizza." He motioned to the pizza and beer on the counter.
Sam brought over the food and drinks to the table. The three of us ate and caught up. Swapped hunting stories. The jobs we'd worked together. Phoenix. It was light and fun. Something we needed in our profession. It was a good distraction. Sam excused himself to the bathroom. I began cleaning up.
"You're good for him ya know." I heard Dean say.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"When you're around, he's different. Happy." He walked to the sink, I could tell he smiled. "It's a nice change."
I walked over to him. "That's nice to hear, but..."
"I know, I know. Neither of you will let more happen." Dean smiled.
"You know how he is. Every woman he's ever been with, hasn't had the best luck." I said that quietly.
Dean nodded. "You'll figure something out." He paused. "I'm heading out. See you kids later. Maybe the morning." He winked and left.
As I finished cleaning, Sam walked back in. "Where's Dean?"
"Out. Probably trying to get lucky." We laughed. "I'm gonna go check my phone."
I walked back to my bag and dug for my phone. I found a leather chair and sunk into it. Scrolling through texts and emails, thankfully nothing popped up I needed to handle. A few vamp nests were being handled by other hunters. "Good." I shut my phone off and set it down.
"Whats good?" Sam asked handing me a beer.
"No jobs. I'm not needed." I laid my head back and smiled.
"Same here. Now what?" He swigged his beer.
"Show me around this place."
Sam whisked me off. He took pride in his home. Although, he was hesitant on calling it that. He enjoyed being a legacy. The garage was beautiful, with all the old cars and bikes. We fired a few shots in the range. The dungeon made me envious. We got back to the library and he pointed out his favorite books.
Sipping my beer, I walked over to the amazing table at the bottom of the stairs. It was a world map that lit up. I was always intrigued by it. It's the first thing you see, aside from the giant telescope, when you enter the bunker.
"I love this thing." I put my beer down, admiring the table.
Sam's voice was deep in my ear. "It is incredible." I hadn't realized he walked up behind me. He placed his beer on the table and I felt him behind me.
"Again?" I asked.
"Still." He said.
