нellвoυnd (Dean Winchester) (Supernatural)

Morning Star

All three of us are in a semi crowded bar, Dean excuses himself to get us some drinks... and comes back with pie.

"For celebrating Maverick Stelling's first solved case, cheers!" We all hooray and Dean and I dig into his cherry pie. A young, handsome man with bright blue eyes, comes over to us, or should I say me.

"Hi beautiful, I was just wondering if I could buy you a drin-"

"Get lost." Dean demands,

"What are you gonna do if I don't." The man tweaks his eyebrows in challenge. Dammit dude, now your probably gonna die and then I'll have to deal with the cops cause only God knows how much trouble the Winchesters are in with the law-

I hear a bang and look back to dean who threw his 12 inch knife upright on the table. The guy takes one look and basically sprints to the other side of the bar.

"Rally Dean? A bit of over kill, don't ya think? I could've gotten a free drink."

"Ya and free sex." He snaps looking at me with... I don't know... jealousy? Sure, we'll go with that.

"That escalated quickly." I mutter before taking another swing of my beer. I take the last bite of the pie, despite Dean's protest's,

"Let's get back to the hotel." I grab my new leather jacket and walk out the door, giving the blue eyed man a wink.

-//-

We all switch out to our Pj's, except Dean, who's in the shower, and I'm dying just to shut my eyes, but a couple shots of espresso will change that up.

"Maverick, just sleep." Sam tells me after I yawn for the hundredth time. I'm up against the wall of one of the beds, watching loony tunes.

"Nope." Dean comes out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. So naturally, I stare for a good while before Sam clears his throat, Dean gives me a wink before I look back at Sam,

"What? It's not like I can have sex with any one, without him," I point to Dean,"Killing the guy, so..." Sam rolls his eyes and heads for the door, I'm gonna go get some beers and ice, don't do anything I wouldn't!"

"So, you wouldn't have sex with her?" Dean questions, getting a shoe thrown at him before Sam slams the door. I look back at Dean who walks closer to me, climbing up on the bed, can I mention he's still only in a towel?

"What are you doing?" I whisper as he leans in closer, putting his knee in between my legs, he's chest is almost against mine before he snatches the clicker next to my waist, springing to the side and switches the channel.

"I hate you! Your such a Tease!" I mumble, he looks back at me,

"I'm such a tease? Ya right!" When he see's my confused stare,

"The changing room?! You almost got me kicked out." I just laugh,

"I was bored." I give him a smirk before yawning once again, his face gets serious once again.

"Seriously Mave, you should sleep, I'm not going to bed anytime soon. I'll watch over you." I start to protest but he cuts me off,

"If you get too loud, I'll wake you up. Okay? Sleep." He commands and despite my worries, I comply.

DEAN POV:

Sam's still not back yet, and Mavericks been tossing in her sleep for about 20 minutes now, she isn't being too bad. I don't think the neighbors will get mad or anything.

Then all of a sudden she cries out in pain and jumps up, I rush over to her but she's not sleeping anymore. Oddly enough, she's still crying out in pain.