TORN [A Dean Winchester Fanfiction]

Sleepy

[warning: this chapter may have slightly mature content. Read at your own risk, don't complain about it afterward please. Enjoy]

Scarlett rolls her eyes and leans on Dean, who's sitting next to her in the booth.  Across from them sat Bobby and Sam. They had lore spread on the table and the coffee barely able to be discerned from the rest of the crap. She sighed slightly as Bobby grumbled about not knowing exactly why anything like that might happen. Scarlett yawns and her eyes start to close slowly as she tried to pay attention to what Bobby was muttering about.

Dean, on the other hand, was hooked on every word jumbling out of the old man's mouth. He knew bullshit when he heard it and Bobby was definitely bullshitting right now. Scarlett was practically sleeping at the moment, it was nearly four thirty in the morning by now, Sam had his nose buried in some books, and Dean sat and stared at Bobby. Once his babble had come to an inconclusive halt, Dean licked his lips and let a grunt of sorts emerge from his throat. "What are you not telling us Bobby?"

Bobby sighed and looked at Dean for a second before the mask melted off and he wore a look of half sorrow half tiredness. "Shit shit shit," he mumbled. There was a pause and then he lifted his head up slightly. "She is something special, descended from a very powerful line, that is all I really know, but that stone lights up around her because she could be powerful if she wanted." He spoke a little softer so he wouldn't wake Scarlett. He glances to her and smiles softly. "I've practically raised her, and she doesn't have a clue about what's really inside her." He takes another, longer pause as Dean, and now Sam, and him all watched the girl sleep. "She is a roamer now, and I'm surprised she has even stayed with us this long, usually she slips out while I sleep or bathe." He says and then directs his attention to Dean. "You're why she's still here, she's drawn to you..." He stops then, looking at the man he had seen grow up. To him it went by too quickly, the way all kids grow, fast. His eyes landed again on Scarlett's sleeping face. "I'm gonna leave her with you, you better take good care of her. She needs someone to mellow her out a little. I know it's gonna be strange for you boys but she needs constant stimulation in order to live. I couldn't leave her alone without her getting sick when she was a baby. She isn't dangerous to anyone but those things we hunt but she is something special." As his already hushed voice disappeared, the boys were hooked. Even Sam had tuned in by now. He smiled slightly as he got a hint as to what his new challenge would be, figure out what the thing was and what exactly it meant.

Shortly after that, Bobby went to bed and so did Sam. The diner they sat in was right across the vacant street from where they were staying. Dean slowly picked Scarlett up and carried her bridal style across the street and to the hotel room, which Sam had opened the door to ever so slightly so all Dean had to do was gently push it with his foot. He sighed slightly and set her down on the bed, gently removing her shoes and then jacket before walking to the door to close and lock it.

Scarlett was very tired, only faintly aware that she was being carried and then she wasn't sure what exactly had happened until she felt her jacket being very carefully slid off. Her eyes fluttered open in time to see Dean walking to the door and she slowly sat up to look at him. He turned to see her sitting up.

"Oops, I didn't mean to wake you..."

"It's okay, I can't sleep with jeans on for very long anyway." She smiled softly and threw her legs over the edge of the bed, standing up to pull her pants off and reveal her baby blue, mostly lace, panties. She then sat down and pulled her socks off and set them in the growing pile of her clothing.

Dean stared as she undressed, his eyebrows raised at her sleepy form, getting more stable as she took off her clothes and woke up slightly. Her groggy fog disappeared and she became more aware of him staring but the nervous edge it gave her was insignificant. She stood up and slowly pulled her shirt off, adding it to the pile. She stood before him in her undergarments and smirked slightly as he gawked at her. She walked toward him and slid his jacket off his shoulders, he let it hit the ground and she pulled his shirt up over his head slowly. He let her, and once the shirt hit the ground her arms wrapped around his neck and she stepped toward him, letting their bodies slowly press together, chest to chest.  Dean was suddenly very aware of the way her lace bra felt against his chest and then her lips were against his.

Scarlett smiled softly as she pulled away. "Come to bed, please." Dean smiled softly and rested his hands on her hips gently. "Of course sweetheart." He kisses her forehead gently and she walks him over to the bed, crawling into it and sitting down, watching as he undressed until he was left in his boxers. He then sat on the bed carefully, turning off the lamp and laying next to her. She smiled and straddled his hips in the now dark room, and then leaned down to connect their lips again.