Broken Things (A Supernatural FanFic)

Chapter 34: Sealing Their Fate

            I took the pile of wet muddy clothes from the laundry basket and shoved them into the wash. Dean had given me an old shirt of his from high school that was too small for him now. It was a plain brown teeshirt that was still big on me. And he gave me a pair of his old boxers to use for pajamas until they got me some clothes tomorrow. I looked down at myself and grinned widely. I was where I wanted to be. I looked at the load in the machine and realized that it seemed light. Then I turned to see Dean standing in the doorway with his muddy clothes still on.

            I leaned against the machine and crossed my arms over my chest. “Last call for dirty clothes.”

            He smiled and grabbed the lower corners of his shirt. He slowly pulled the shirt up over his head. I watched as his stomach and chest were slowly revealed to me. He flexed as he tugged the shirt the rest of the way over his head. I saw the small tattoo over his heart and felt my face flush. He brought his arms down and tossed the shirt at me. I caught it and stuck it into the machine without taking my eyes off of him.

            “What if someone-“ I started just as he reached behind him and locked the laundry room door behind him.

            I grinned walked toward him. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them slid to the ground. He was wearing black underwear that clung to his muscular thighs. He bent down and grabbed his jeans. He handed them to me with the most innocent look he could pull off. I took them and turned. I walked back to the machine and stuck the remaining clothes in. I slammed the door and turned it on. I listened to it slowly start to hum.

            Then I felt his chest and stomach press against my back. I let my hands fall on the top corner of the machine as he pressed me against it. I felt his hands rake up and down my sides. He kissed my left ear and I could feel his hot breath rush down my neck. I shivered under his touch.

            “Dean.” I mumbled as I closed my eyes.

            “Shh.” He whispered in my ear as he turned me around. I opened my eyes with my back against the washer and looked up into his eyes. He looked at me with lust and kindness. His green eyes seemed infinite, like they held the answer to every question. I took a deep breath and wrapped my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up off the ground. I groaned as his mouth touched mine. But I pulled back a second.

            “What?” He asked softly like he had done something wrong.

            But I pulled away from him and stood back. We weren’t in the laundry room anymore. We were standing in the woods where I killed that beast. The night I lost control and killed it with my bare hands. The black figure with the red eyes. Dean came toward me and grabbed my hand. It was dark in the woods and we were standing there in almost no clothing. He was practically naked but his first reaction was to be by my side.

            “Oh no.” I whispered as we watched the woman I used to be running through the woods. “Another flashback.” Then we were in another part of the woods. I, or younger me, was standing in front of the black thing. Dean wrapped his arm around me comforting me.

            “This was the night.” I whispered. We watched as I grabbed the thing by it’s throat and I wrung the life from it. It growled and clawed at me but it was no use. A sort of gold orb was morphed around me. We finally heard it’s neck snap. Then the blackness just dissolved into the night. Younger me stood and stared off. It would be an hour before I found my way back to Sam and Dean.

            “The night I knew I wanted to be with you. Even just as friends, I wanted to stay close to you.” I looked up at Dean’s eyes. My emotions from him kissing me in such a passionate manner must have meshed with my powers and taken us here.