A Supernatural Fanfiction.

A Chick-Flick Moment

My mind raced as I laid on the floor between the beds. The darkness didn't bother me. The silence didn't bother me. What bothered me was that Dean still hadn't come back after I tore him a new one. Same seemed confident he would, and his slow breathing/light snoring supported his belief in his brother.

Rolling onto my side, I closed my eyes and tried to push the angst of the fight's emotions far away from me. It was a long time ago, Carrie. You're stronger now. But Derek's haunting memory lingered, and I could feel his hands grabbing my arms, slamming me into the wall.

I opened my eyes as headlights poured in through the window. Undisturbed, Sam's light snoring didn't falter as the Impala's engine shut off and Dean entered the room. My heart quickened, and my muscles tensed as he laid on the bed, his shoes hitting the floor with a thud.

Sam finally stirred. "Dean?" he mumbled into the dark.

"Yeah Sammy, it's me. Go back to sleep." Dean replied, his pants landing on the floor next to me.

Sam's snoring told me he had taken Dean's advice and was fast asleep again. Dean's pants on the floor told me he had no idea that I was here. For a while, I let him think I left. After all, it wasn't my job to make sure his ego was always as inflated as possible. It wasn't my job to make sure that his Barbie feelings weren't hurt because I didn't do as he commanded. He deserved that punch, and everything that came after it.

My heart clenched, something I wasn't used to, and I argued with myself as to whether or not I would...apologize. I mean, I guess I could have handled it a little better. Maybe that second hit was a little much.

I pulled the blanket tight up under my chin, swallowed my pride, and finally spoke. "Sorry for punching you earlier."

Dean jumped close to six feet in the air at the sound of my voice. "Jesus!" He whispered so he didn't wake Sam.

"Though I am perfect, it's Carrie."

"Very funny smart ass." Dean groaned. "You know, you've got a mean right hook."

My cheeks flushed. What the hell, since when did they do that?! "Thanks. You still mad?"

Dean was quiet. "You punched me in the face, of course I'm still mad." He sighed, and he swallowed some pride of his own. "But I had it coming."

"Just because you deserved it, doesn't mean I couldn't have done something differently to handle the situation." I rolled onto my back after we were quiet for a few minutes. "You know, I almost left after you drove off. But Sam talked me into staying."

Dean gave a low chuckle. "He gave you the look, didn't he?"

I smiled. "I swear, he went from a man to a teddy bear in 2 seconds flat."

He laughed, and we were quiet for only a few seconds this time before Dean asked, "So what's your deal?"

"My deal?"

"I mean earlier, when you hit me. And then when you decked Sam."

I bit my lip. "No offense, but I already told you a little too much about me."

He sighed. "None taken. I've got a few skeletons in my closet too."

For some reason, that struck a nerve. "I don't have any skeletons." I rubbed my face. "You wanna know what my 'deal' is?"

"You have hit every living member of my family, so yeah I would like to know."

I took in a deep breath. "Derek, the one I mentioned the other night, he...he wasn't the most decent guy."

"Is that how...did he...your son I mean..."

"What? No, not in that way. Let me try to explain. At first, it would happen rarely, and he's apologize and beg me not to leave him, he blamed it all on whatever hunt he'd just been on."

Dean's tone was incredulous. "He hit you?"

My silence was his confirmation. "After a while, it got more and more frequent. I told myself that it was from hunting, that I wouldn't ever go with him because I didn't want it to happen to me. He told me that's what it was from, and that I needed to change so that I didn't make him hurt me."

"Carrie..."

I interrupted him. "Then I found out I was pregnant, and before I even thought about telling him, he left chasing leads on a nest of vamps out near Helena. The demon came a few months later, and now here I am on motel floor with you and Sam the teddy bear."

Dean was silent for a good long while. I thought he'd fallen asleep, but just when I was about to try and get some shut-eye myself, he spoke the three most sincere words I'd heard in a decade. "You're safe now."

I didn't say anything else to him. What the hell was I supposed to say? All the sudden, I've got my heart on my sleeve for some stranger in a cheap motel, on the floor, and I'm starting to feel...something. No, I refused to even acknowledge there might be something being felt in any way. I mean, he's not the type of guy to settle down. And he pushes my buttons like no one I've ever met. And yet... No.