Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 25: Puppy

DEAN POV

            Sam had left to go back into the other room because his girl was back with food. I had stayed behind because I knew that if I were to go into that room, I would never come out. I was fucking starving though, and was really feeling that pizza. But Sam had left before I wanted to tell him to get a beer and a couple slices for me.

            My stomach growled as I looked on Sam's computer that he had lent me before leaving. I told him that that bitch had put something in my damned drink and that's why I did what I did. Of course, he didn't believe me at first and called me an ass for blaming that Tammy girl for what I did. But when I told him how after I drank the drink she gave me that I suddenly wanted to fuck the shit out of her– my choice of words made him and me extremely uncomfortable– he started to slowly believe me. Then he gave me his computer from his room so I could research and left again to go eat. So now here I am, starving like a little bitch, trying to figure out what that whore put in my drink.

            I heard the door click open, but I didn't bother to look at who it was. It was probably Sam coming back to check on my research progress. Which, I found nothing but cow shit.

            "I got nothing but shit, Sam," I started as I kept typing away at the computer, "chances are that bitch could've been a Siren, or maybe she used some sort of fucking lust potion on me..." I turned around to see his expression, maybe he knew something, but I only saw her.

            Catherine was holding a plate with two slices of pizza on it and a beer in the other. Fuck, she knew me so well. Wait, fuck. I'm supposed to stay away from her. But she came to me... Does that count?

            She had a small smile on her face as she placed the plate and beer in front of me and took a seat at the table I was sitting at.

            "You're researching a hunt while you're at an amusement park?" she played at me as she took her seat. What the fuck am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to leave? This whole 'space' thing is more fucking confusing than Game of Thrones.

            I sat up in my seat and stared at her as I tried to fucking figure out what the fuck shit to do.

            "Catherine..." I said, swallowing my urges to be as close to her as possible, "What are you doing here?"

            "I figured you'd be hungry," she gestured to the plate in front of me, "so I brought you some food." She looked so damn calm. She didn't look pissed at me. She looked fine. What does that mean? Is this some kind of test? Because I was never good at any tests... Hence why I'm a high school drop out.

            I looked down at the pizza in front of me, its smell filling my nostrils and making my stomach growl, loud.

            Catherine giggled when she heard it, "I guess I was right."

            I looked up to her and when I saw that beautiful fucking smile on her face, I couldn't help the smile that spread on mine.

            "Thank you..." I told her as I took in her beautiful features again. The way her hair fell down over her face made me want to push it back behind her ear. The way her eyes were bright as fucking light bulbs. The way her lips looked so fucking pink and plump, and totally fucking kissable. Fucking shit.

            She pointed to the pizza, "Better tame that stomach of yours before it starts biting." I let out a chuckle. Only she would say something like that. I obeyed her and picked up a piece and ate it. I watched her and how she laughed when I devoured the pizza like a fucking pig. Soon, both the pieces were in my stomach and now I was sipping on the beer she gave me. She was so fucking beautiful. I needed to be with her.