Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 34: Deer

DEAN POV

Why the fuck did I agree to this walk thing again? It was totally fucking useless, just walking around to no particular destination. Why the hell was this fun to some people? It is just unnecessary exercise. And I hate exercise. Sammy doesn't though. Why he even enjoys it? I have no fucking idea.

I was doing this for Catherine. That's it. She wanted to fucking do it. And I couldn't let her go alone. So here I am walking on a road, a gun ready in my pants, and holding hands with the girl who has me wrapped around her little finger.

"This is fucking ridiculous," I complained as Catherine gazed at the trees.

"Shut up and enjoy the view, asshole," Catherine sassed.

"I was, until you got dressed."

She slapped my arm and I let out a chuckle. I knew she wasn't just going to let that go by without a slap. And that's the main reason I did it. Also, because I was so fucking bored.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. I kept walking though, unaware she stopped, but when my arm was pulled back, I froze.

"What is it?" I asked as I tried to follow her gaze.

She pointed to an opening in the trees.

"Look, a trail."

"Oh, fuck no. I'm not going down there," I argued.

"Stop being a baby and come." Catherine started to walk towards the trail, pulling me with her.

"You know, this is how people die in horror films, right?" I joked, finally walking with her. It wasn't that I was scared. It was just that I wouldn't be able to see who was coming and going. And I wouldn't be able to know who was hiding in the trees. But Catherine didn't need to know that. She would only be freaked out, and I didn't want her to go through that shit.

"Don't worry. Everybody would be scared of the menacing man who's walking with me."

"You think I'm menacing?" I asked, feeling a little bit hurt, but also letting it fuel my bastard ego. We walked further into the trees and away from the road. I quickly touched the gun in the back of my pants, reassuring myself that I still had it. When I touched its outline, I let out a breath. I could still protect her even if I was taken by surprise.

She let out a scoff, "No, but you come off that way to everyone else. Only I know deep down that you're just a little puppy."

"You're still going on with that puppy shit?" I chuckled.

"Of course I am. You're my little puppy," she cooed as she stopped and booped me on the nose, and then kept walking through the trees.

My ego got to my mouth before I could, "I am not a puppy. I'm more like a fully grown Rottweiler with a thirst for blood."

Catherine giggled, "You know every dog starts as a puppy. And even fully grown ones still act like one."

"But I'm not one of those. I am an aggressive one that leads its pack to safety and gets all the bitches, literally."

Catherine started to laugh hard and I couldn't help but chuckle along. I knew that would get her to laugh.

I stopped her, pulling her hard towards me, causing her to crash against my chest. Her hands pressed to my chest and she looked up at me, shocked at my action. But I only smirked as I looked down into those greenish-bluish eyes and then at her plump lips.

"There's only one bitch that I actually have interest in, though," I said in a low voice.

Catherine stared at my lips, and before she was about to close the space and satisfy the pull, she froze and pulled her head back with confusion and a raised brow.