Deadly

Chapter 19

I woke up to sunlight coming through the thin curtain's in Peter's room, Dean's arm lazily draped around me. I turned, trying to get a good look at him. His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly open, a small snore falling from his lips. His shirt was off, so I was able to admire his well built shoulder muscles without getting caught. After a few moments, I gently lifted his arm, rolling off the bed. I found his shirt before I found my own, and put it on over my under-wear before leaving the room and heading down stairs.

I could hear voices in the kitchen, but Sam, Mason, Luke, and Aaron were in the living room.

I tried to get into the kitchen before they could see me, but Mason didn't let me pass unnoticed.

He whistled before bursting into laughter. "Damn Marilyn! I wondered what you two were doing in there all night, but that never crossed my mind!"

I rolled my eyes. Luke did too, but then he started laughing. "So I take it you feel a whole lot better?" he teased.

Sam laughed. "I would think so."

I flipped them off before going into the kitchen to get a glass of water. When I came back out, I sat next to Sam on one of the couches in the living room.

"Well, thank you, I didn't hear anything from your room last night." Mason teased me, smirking.

Aaron slammed his hand against a couch cushion. "I did!"

I covered my face with a pillow, trying to hide my reddening face.

"Fuck off, Aaron." Dean said, coming down the stairs. Sam laughed.

Michael popped his head out of the kitchen then. "Anyone hungry?"

Everyone in the room nodded.

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Peter, Michael, and James had made everyone breakfast before everyone headed out to the patio to enjoy another sunny day in Seattle. There we ate, trying to avoid talking about the events that had taken place the previous day. Peter told us Kyle and David had moved out, and James told us he was planning on moving out. They teased Dean and me more about what had happened the previous night, too.

Eventually, we had to tell Peter and Michael what had happened the day before, and tell them who the creature was after.

"Why would it be after Dean?" Michael asked, grabbing a piece of bacon off my plate. I swatted his arm away.

"We don't know," Luke said, looking at me. "Miranda didn't say."

"She didn't know," I clarified. "Miranda has nothing to do with whatever the hell this thing is."

"Are you sure?" Mason asked.

I nodded, looking at Luke. He shrugged. "Pretty sure."

"Pretty sure isn't good enough." Peter said.

"I'm sure she didn't kill her husband," I glared at him. "She has nothing to do with this."

Michael sighed, running his fingers through his dark hair.

"What are we supposed to do?" Aaron said, his eyes flicking to me.

Dean's arm, which was slung around my shoulders, tightened around me.

Sam cleared his throat. "Obviously we need to keep Dean protected. But we also need to keep ourselves protected." He looked at me. "You should learn how to shoot."

I scoffed. "A gun?"

Sam laughed. "Yes, a gun."

My eyes widened. The guys laughed at my expression.