Love Conquers Evil

"Bite Me"

I woke up slowly the next morning.

I was laying in my side with one of Deans arms under my head and the other laid loosely across my waist.

I was facing away from him, my bare back pressed against his.

Wait, hold up.

Why wasn't I wearing a shirt?

It took a moment before remembering the actions if last night.

A lazy smile pulled at my lips at the thought of it.

I turned around in his arms gently and watched his peacefully sleeping face.

His facial features were soft and relaxed.

His eyes moved slowly under his eyelids.

His soft lips were slightly puffed out as if he was pouting.

I traced his lips with my thumb, careful not to wake him.

I left a small kiss at the base of his neck before carefully removing myself from his arms.

I grabbed the first thing I found on the floor, Deans shirt, and pulled it over my head.

It sat loosely on my body, hitting just mid-thigh.

I went over to the small kitchen and pulled a Mountain Dew out of the fridge.

Opening it, I chugged most of it before going to the bathroom and jumping in the shower.

After I got all clean, I got out and realized I didn't grab any clothes.

I wrapped my towel tightly around my body and left the bathroom.

"Took you long enough," Dean said as soon as the door opened.

"Bite me," I replied going over to my back.

"I think I did enough if that last night," He said smugly.

I didn't even have to turn around to know he was smirking like the smug bastard that he was.

I stopped in finding some clothes and turned around, placing a hand in my hip.

Just like I thought, he was smirking.

He stood there with this giant smirk with nothing but a pair of boxers on.

He took a few steps towards me.

"Just go take your damn shower," I told him, turning back around and digging through my bag once again.

I grabbed a T-shirt and jeans from my bag before I felt Deans warm lips on my shoulder.

"But you said to bite you," He said in a slight whine.

I forced the giggled that were bubbling up to stay down as I reached back and smacked Dean away.

"Go take a shower or you can never bite me again," I warned.

He placed a cheeky kiss to my cheek and rushed into the bathroom.

I shook my head.

"Sometimes I swear your bipolar," I muttered to myself.

I quickly changed and ran a brush through my hair.

Sam walked in a few minutes later.

"Where have you bee all night?" I asked.

He glanced over at me as if he didn't see me sitting at the table when he first came in.

"I was looking into a case," He said vaguely.

I raised an eyebrow.

"We just finished a case," I pointed out.

He shrugged and sat in the chair next to me.

"I know, but this one has been getting a lot of attention in the past week," He explained.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Wait for Dean and I'll tell you," He said.

I nodded and got in my phone until Dean came out.

"You took a longer shower than me," I argued.

He paused and gave me a look.

"What were you doing? Shaving your legs?" I asked sarcastically.

Sam chuckled while Dean glared at me.

He completely ignored my question and looked at Sam.

"What's the case?" He asked.

Sam and I both looked at Dean in surprise.

"How?" Sam started.

"I have super hearing," He offered.

"Thin walls?" I asked with a scoff.

He glared at me again and then sighed.

"I'll take that as a yes," Sam said laughing.

I laughed too and Dean took the last chair at the table.

"So, the case?" Dean asked again.

"A few people have died in freak accidents," Sam said simply.

I looked at him.

"That doesn't sound suspicious," I said seriously.

"How about that they all seem to have been tortured before they died?" Sam tried.

I raised an eyebrow.

"That sounds a little suspicious," I stated.

Sam nods.

"Yeah," He agrees.

"Anything else?" Dean asked.

"No sign of forced entry, all windows and doors were locked," Sam rattled off.

"So, spirit?" I asked.

"Could be," Sam agreed.

"Where?" Dean asked.

"Silverton, Colorado," Sam replied.

I groaned.

"That's nine and half to ten hours away," I moaned sadly.

"So?" Dean inquired.

I just glared at him in reply.