Oh, What A Bad Idea (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Twenty-Seven

We got back to hitting cases after a few days in paradise. I was sort of reluctant to leave, but there's always work to do, and being no closer to stopping the end of the world was kinda a big point, not that we had any leads. Dean had us running all over hell working any case he could find, and it was starting to look like he was just working to get his mind off things. I can't blame him. He did just come back from the pit.

I never got the chance to talk to him about that kiss Anna gave him, but I assumed it was just a "Hell, I'm gonna die. I wanna goodbye present." kinda thing, which I could relate to. I'd do it too. Still it made me a little sore. He has just been so on my case lately about the drunken night we'd shared, not vocally, but physically. He watched me, and not like he did before. Before it was brotherly, protective, that sort of thing. Now it savage, hungry, and a primal protectiveness. For example, when Cam and Uriel busted into the barn,!and I jumped out of bed, he took a step toward me, very slightly, but I saw it. At another time, we were swimming in the river while camping, and he was on the back, holding a paper, but he didn't read it, just watched as I swung on the swing and jumped into the water; while I played in the tall rocks poking out from under the current. The looks are different, and I don't know what to do with them.

Maybe you should talk to him.

But, he's so easy to offend...

Yeah, but you'll have to eventually, or you'll end up killing your relationship.

Yeah, I know. Maybe I will later. We were staying in a motel in Nebraska. We just closed a case that wasn't really ours. A pair of twins we living in a farm house, and were locked in the basement, until they broke out, killed their old man and nearly killed the family that was moving in. I have just spent about an hour trying to calm down, and I haven't been able to sleep. So I shuffled the cards and had some tea. As my mind had finally calmed down, someone knocked on my door. "Come in." I said, my under used voice breaking a little and I cleared my throat.

"Hey, Kay." Dean said, walking in and shutting the door behind him.

"Hey. Do you want some coffee or something?" I asked, standing and taking my mug to the kettle to make another cup.

"No, thanks." He took a seat in the other chair at the small table.

I sat back down shortly after. "What's up?"

"You okay?" He motioned at my still shaking hands, a hint of that same seriousness in his tone.

"Yeah, fine. Just a lot of adrenaline going, I guess." I tried to calm the shaking, "How about you? That wasn't our normal case." I smirked.

"No, it wasn't. But I'm fine. Nothing I couldn't handle." He smiled back.

There was a moment of silence, but it was comfortable. "Dean, mind if we talk about something for a second?"

"Yeah, what?"

"You've just... I don't know how to explain it... it just seems like your worried for me, and I don't know why?" The eye contact remained, and I watched as his the shield went up in his mind, his expression changed. Told you. "I don't mean to offend or get in your business, but I'm okay. So don't worry about me, okay?" I tapped his face gently and put my hand back on my mug, the scruff on his check scratched me. He didn't say anything, but his guard dropped again and he relaxed. Green eyes. "Dean, you have really pretty eyes." I smirked, drinking the rest of my tea.

He smirked and looked down at his hands, "Yeah, well that makes two of us." He looked back up at me, a jarring expression littered his features.

I laughed, "Yeah, you and Sam." I joked.

"That's not what I was talking about."