Oh, What A Bad Idea (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Twenty-Eight

Two weeks. A lot can happen in two weeks. We were still casing cases, and some were weird. Most were just stay cases like usual, but we killed a witch that was an actual magician, well, we didn't kill it, but it's dead; and a ghost that was haunting the guys' old high school. It was touching, really. Dean didn't really get what was special about it, but Sam did. High school is such a mundane, normal, everyday thing, and it seems that's all he wanted before.

Dean has let me drive more and more lately. I've finally been able to trust myself with it, and Dean has just pushed me at it since November.

Sam has figured out about me and Dean's thing. He seems fine with it. I think he saw it before it happened. I wouldn't call it a relationship, of sorts. It's more a lasting fling. I don't want to hold Dean down, and I don't want to keep him from being himself, so I'm not holding him to anything. And he hasn't said anything about something more, so I assume we're on the same page.

Dean also told Sam about my mental issue, Joel. Sam talked to me briefly about it saying he was fine with it and he understood if I didn't want to talk about it. I told him I was an open book and if he had any questions, not to be afraid to ask.

I've been waking up on my own for the past month and a half, basically, and it's been nice. Not having to worry about waking up the other person, or trying to get comfortable, or getting woken by them getting up. The only down side was that it was getting cold, and I had to bring an extra blanket with me to bed. And in the morning, if you forgot the night before like I normally did, the blinds were open and you had to get up to shut them.

And I would've slept clear through the afternoon if someone hadn't come into my room and snuggled up in bed with me. The musk is strong today. "Morning." I groaned, rolling over to face him.

"Hey." He said, his voice worse than usual. He sounded tired. He and Sam were off helping another hunter in the area last night. I would've gone too, but they said the other guy had a problem with female hunters.

"Rough night?" I opened my eyes. He was dirty, and needed a shower. The sweat made mud on his hair line. Digging up graves, I see.

"Mmhm." He mused, kicking off his shoes and wiggling out of his over clothes. He got under the covers with me and hugged me close. I hid my head in his chest from dawn's light and went back to sleep.

Later in the day, probably early afternoon, I got up and successfully did so without bothering Dean too much. I had a shower and went to get coffee, I got two cups just in case, but he still wasn't up. So I turned on the tv, making sure the volume was low, and got back in bed. He stirred about an hour later, stretching out groggily and making throaty noises. "What time is it?"

I looked at my watch, "About 3 o'clock." I open a bag of snack machine chips.

"Geez." He stood up and went to take a shower, not bothering to close the door. Slob. His spot on the bed was disgustingly filthy. Nice one. I got up and threw his jacket on a chair, along with the other garments on the ground by the bed. But what about the ones in the bathroom?

He won't care.

Yeah, but I will.

Nothing you haven't seen before.

But still...

Just go for it.

I just won't look. I walked in, keeping my eyes to the ground on his clothes. "Come to join me?" He said, laughing.

"No, just picking up your mess."

"Cmon. Wouldn't be the first time." He joshed.

"No thanks." I returned the tone and left, setting his clothing aside and pulling out some new ones for him. Just like you, isn't it?

What?

Picking out your boyfriend's outfit.

He's not my boyfriend.

No, just your toy.

The feeling is mutual.

Is it? Have you asked?

That's not the point. The shower stopped running, and a few seconds later, Dean stepped out wrapped in a towel. "Here." I smiled, handing him the pile.

"Picking out my clothes now?" He took them with his free hand.

"You look like you got your hands full. Just tryin to be helpful." I winked and turned back to my coffee, now cold, sitting on the table.

"Thanks." I heard the towel drop, and kept my back turned. The buckle of his belt jingled, "You can look now." I smile in his voice. I turned back, he hadn't put on his over clothes yet, and the white tee stood out quite nicely. You did that on purpose. His muscles shown perfectly through the thin fabric, and it shaped his body well. His tattoo barely visible through the cotton. You know he was literally naked a few seconds ago? "You gonna quit starin, and hand me my jacket?"

His voice brought me back to the present. I grabbed the jacket and over shirt off the chair, and walked over to him. I handed him the garments and put one hand on his chest and the other on his neck, pulling him down for a rather hungry/passionate kiss. He hadn't shaved for a couple days and the scruff was getting bad, but it was a lovely good morning present. "Hungry?" I asked, as I walked away to get my own coat.

"What was that for?" A slight smile accompanying the confusion.

"What? I can't be concerned about your eating habits?"

"No, before that?"

"Oh." I smiled and put my coat on, "You look good today. But you really need a shave." I rubbed my cheek. He pulled on the rest of his outfit and grabbed his keys off the table, before holding the door open for me. I walked out to the impala, but I had a thought, "What about Sam?"

"He still asleep, or he's on his laptop, we'll check in later." He said. I nodded and hopped in shotgun, headed for a late breakfast.