Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Eight-Three: Dean and Lisa Talk

Dean had had a good time, but it had tired him. Things like this made him realize how weak his body still was, but he had survived for quite a while, just himself against all the rest. He was satisfied that things were getting better. It really did take time though. He soaked in a tub filled with sandalwood scented bath salts. He started to doze off, and had to shake himself awake. He finally let the water out, dried off, walked over to the bed, and climbed in...not even thinking about boxers.

Lisa came to check on him, cuddling with him after putting boxers on him in case Ben came in to cuddle. She wasn't sure if he realized she'd come in. She recognized his need to sleep so much as exhaustion. Watari had mentioned to her that it would take the hunter a while to get his strength back, but she knew he'd had fun. She also knew she was glad she wasn't one of the bad guys.

The woman curled with him, rubbing his back gently. Dean moaned softly as she rubbed his back. She remembered that he'd injured it the day before. She checked it. The bruises were bad but his actions that day proved he could handle the pain from it and that it was not seriously debilitating to him.

She found some deep heating rub and began working on the injured areas again, wanting to help him relax and get out of pain quickly. Dean moaned softly, and whispered, "Don't stop, please."

"I'm not going to," she murmured. "Just relax." He felt her start to massage his butt where he had taken the brunt of the fall. He stiffened for a moment. "I'm not wearing anything, Lisa."

"Yes you are," she laughed softly. Even in his exhaustion, Dean was a flirter. A slight smirk quirked one lip. "It's been ten years. I still look good to you?"

"Very sexy and handsome, Dean. I'm a very lucky lady," Lisa smiled.

"I'm the lucky one, Lisa. You are so beautiful and incredibly hot, and I can talk to you about anything. I've never had that with a woman who actually loved me and wanted me to stay. That's important to me."

Her smile grew brighter even as her hands continued to work out the knots in his back.

"You've got magic hands, hon."

Dean noticed that it was dark. "I've been sleeping for a while? What time is it?"

"After nine," she said with a smile.

"Damn. I guess I over did it today." He got that lazy smile that sent such a thrill through her. "It was fun, though. I liked straddling you, soaking you down, and kissing you like that. Hated having to run off though."

She laughed, still working on his back. "I think someone likes the idea of getting me all wet."

The smile returned, and the lazy whisper responded, "Yeah, but your head was the wrong place I'd like to see wet."

A light tap was given against the back of his head. "Pervert," Lisa teased.

The green eyes looked serious for a moment as he looked into her eyes, trying to read her. "Would you rather I wasn't? I can be if you prefer it. It might be hard around you, and that's no pun intended, but I can be that if you need it from me."

"You need to be yourself, Dean. You can't change simply because you think this is what I want."

"I want you to be comfortable around me. Damn, it's been ten years since we were even in the same bed together. I joke a lot, when I'm playing around, but I joke also when I'm afraid. I'm not gonna push you, but I will joke. If the joking is offensive, I won't do it. I just need to know what won't push you away. I like having you here with me."