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Five

"Hey, sleepy-head. Come on. It's time to get up."

Groaning her dissatisfaction at being forced out of her deep slumber, Alaine shoved her face into her pillow. She reached behind her, her hand blindly jabbing at the immovable pillar of muscle and flesh standing at her side of the bed.

"Go away," she grumbled in annoyance.

"Alaine. I gave you fifteen minutes."

"Give me fifteen more."

The sound of Dean's sonorous laughter reached her ears. It made her feel warm and tingly all over. Hell, she wouldn't mind waking up like this for now on...

"Don't make me force you up out of this bed," he warned, his voice playful.

Smiling to herself, Alaine flipped him off. "Good luck trying."

The hunter let out a long sigh. "Fine, have it your way. Guess your breakfast's gonna get cold."

"Wait." Her attention now grasped, Alaine scrambled up into a sitting position. Her disheveled hair flew all around her face as she lifted her head to glance up at Dean. "You bought me food?"

"Yeah, and if you don't get out of this bed, I'm gonna be left with no choice but to eat it all."

Alaine gasped, feigning shock. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, but I would. Now, come on. Move your ass. We've got places to go."

Depositing a warm paper bag into her lap, Dean turned to walk away.

"Hey," Alaine called after him, her eyes falling to her packaged meal. "No coffee?"

"Look on the nightstand."

She flickered her gaze over to the little bedside table. There was a large paper cup with a plastic top sitting right there, waiting for her. She reached out and wrapped her hands around it, her palms immediately absorbing the warmth radiating from her caffeinated beverage. She stole another glance at Dean, and couldn't help but admire the sight before her.

The man was decked out in a tailored two-piece suit. The black trousers seemed to emphasize every inch of his lower body, the material hugging his firm ass perfectly. She hid her smirk behind the rim of her cup as she sipped at her coffee. The blazer he wore along with the gray dress shirt and charcoal tie made him look good enough to eat.

Her previous appetite for food now almost forgotten, she continued to observe him all the while trying to fend off the inappropriate thoughts invading her head.

Damn if he doesn't look fine as hell...

"You know I can feel you starin', right?"

Alaine choked on her coffee. She coughed, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. "What? I wasn't—"

Dean turned around, fixing her a knowing look. "Yes, you were. I got this sixth sense when it comes to girls checkin' me out."

"I wasn't checking you out!" Alaine blurted with a wheezing cough. She felt her cheeks redden as a blush quickly rose to the surface.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart."

She grumbled a string of expletives under her breath as Dean disappeared into the bathroom.

When it was time for them to head out, the pair had clambered into the Impala and drove off towards the nearest Sheriff's station to gain some insight on the case. Posing as Agents Douglas and Rhodes, they sought out information from the officers in regards to all of the past disappearances on the ranch's grounds. However, none of them had been remotely helpful. They even requested to speak to the Sheriff, and after half an hour, came out knowing just as much as they'd known going in.

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