A Dance With The Devil (Spn fanfic)

A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

I woke up with the morning light beating down on mine and Dean's faces. My hair was sprawled across the bed. The vibrant blue splaying across Dean's face and moving with every lazy breath he took. Somehow I had ended up in a ball encased in Dean's arms and legs. I had no way to escape as of now, so I took a second to just look at the mysterious man next to me. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep.

I had noticed when he was awake that he was always so tense and concentrated. I could tell he had an unimaginable past, him and Sam both.

I had no idea where Sam was or why he left Dean, but I had planned on getting it out of him. It was purely selfish. If Sam was gone for good, and for Dean's sake I hope he wasn't -they seemed to have a connection like no other and that they couldn't cope well without the other for very long- I could tag along with Dean on some hunts.

I really did have an instinct for hunting I think, and Dean was a mysterious boy who was starting to grow on me. Granted I had known him less than a week, he was pretty fricken hot and he could teach me to hunt. Maybe he could even help me with my fathers journal, but I doubt I would show him that.

He stirred in his sleep squeezing me tighter. I smiled. I had never felt someone do that to me, as much as I can remember anyways. I had never had a serious boyfriend really. I was always too caught up in my own life, always too weird or too sad for a boy to take care of. But that was before I found film and... Well before hunting found me.

I closed my eyes and just focused on the warmth emanating from Dean to me. The smile remained on my face with my eyes closed and I just laid there listening to Dean's breathing, when suddenly a hand was moving my hair away from my face. I didn't open my eyes just kept still with my smile.

I felt the vibration from Dean's chest as he chuckled lowly. I scrunched my eyebrows and my smile faded from my face. Was he laughing at me?

"No, don't pout." He whispers in my ear sending a chill down my spine. I snap my eyes open and look up at him. He is smiling at me. He pulls back his head and moves some of my hair.

"Good morning." He says tapping my nose before rolling over and sitting up in the bed. His shirt rode up a bit showing some of his muscular back.

"Good morning." I say watching him stand up and stretch. I sprawl out in the bed like a starfish and engulf the warmness of his side of the bed and shove my head into the pillow. I felt weird. I wasn't sure if my body was just exhausted after the past couple days or if it felt weird because I had spent the night in Dean's arms.

"What are you doing?" He asks ruffling through something I could not see.

"Trying to will myself to get out of bed." I tell him through the pillow. I take a deep breathe and engulf his smell which is musky with a faint smell of blood and I frown. I pull my head out of the pillow and look down at it.

There is a drop of blood on the pillow. I sit back on my heels and look at it. Another small blood dot falls onto the sheets and then I realize it is not from Dean, it was coming from me. I touch my neck to see if the bite wound had opened up but it felt dry. I checked my forearm and that too was dry, except for the puss. I frowned at that but went on to feel the scar on my head and that, too, was fine.

"I'm going to take a shower and go get breakfast." Dean says and I turn towards him.

"Okay, I'll take a shower when you're gone." I tell him as he zips his duffle up. He turns around and glances at me his eyes widening.

"What is it?" I ask realizing that I must be bleeding but I didn't know where from. He walks over to me with caution as if I was about to fall over and he if he moved too quickly. He seemed confused and so was I. He held his hand to my forehead making me jump at the coldness of his hand.