Heartbeat [spn]

Part 9

You woke up only to find the bed empty. The blankets pulled around you and covering your basically naked body. You sighed, but quickly made your way out of the bed and towards your bathroom. You took a long shower, letting the cold water wash over you. You leaned against the tiles, letting the water cascade down you, washing away last nights sweat and various other things that might still be lingering on you.

Thoughts of last night made you excited again, feeling a new wetness pool between your legs. You shook those thoughts away, trying to not linger on the thought of Sam's muscles, or how big he was. How much he would fill you up.

A knock on the door brought you back to the real world, and forced you to quickly cover your body with your hands. "Y-yes?" You asked.

"Hey, Y/N I know you're in the shower but I need to talk to you about something." Dean said behind the door. You quickly turned the water off, searching frantically for a towel and wrapping it around you.

You opened the door, standing in just your towel and dripping wet hair. "Yeah?"

"I-uh I can wait." Dean seemed nervous as he stood before you. Eyes flicking on and off your wet body. He tried hard to look away, but for some reason he kept getting drawn to you.

"No its okay." You said, pushing past him and into the room. You walked to your suitcase, searching for what you were going to wear tonight. Your clothes were still in a mess around the floor of the room. And you hoped that Dean didn't know what had happened here last night. "What did you wanna say?"

"I- I was hoping that we could talk today." Dean turned his back to you.

You laughed, "Isn't that what we're doing?"

"No, I mean not here." Dean gestured to the other room where you could hear Sam shuffling around. You nodded in response, "Yeah. So I'll let you get ready." And he left. Shutting the door behind him.

You weren't sure what lie Dean had told Sam to get out of the hotel alone with you, but it worked. Because here you sat in the front seat of the quiet Impala growing nervous. Dean hadn't said anything the past few minutes as you sat there, no music, no nothing.

"Dean? As much as I enjoy driving around, what did you want to talk to me about?" You pat your hands on your thighs.

"Right." Dean nodded. "So I couldn't help but notice how late you guys came home yesterday. And even though Sam was trying to keep you quiet he failed miserably." Dean chuckled, "I'm not going to lecture you, that boy needed what you gave him. But I want you to know what your signing up for."

You thought about that, "Signing up for?"

"Look, this is me and Sam's life. This car right here takes us everywhere we need to go," He pat his hand on the dashboard. "And every few days that's somewhere new. This is our home."

"Okay?" You weren't sure where this was going. You had an idea, something about the older brother I'll kick your ass if you hurt him speech.

"You know your family, witches, all of this we're doing? Its our job. We hunt everything that goes bump in the night." Dean looked over at you as he talked, but kept his main focus on the road.

"Again okay?"

"No reaction?" Dean pulled the car over, killing the engine on the side of the road. He faced you, arm over the back of the seat as he did. "We told you there were witches and you didn't talk for an hour. Hell, you ran away because you didn't believe. Now I tell you vampires, ghosts, werewolves are all real and nothing?"

"I guess its just easier to wrap my head around now." You said, and it wasn't a lie. Something about everything now just seemed, not so scary, not so threatening. Like 'duh!'