Trading Heartbeats

Chapter 14:

Dean yawned and blinked opening his eyes, looking up to see Olivia sleeping quietly under him. He could feel their legs tangled together. Fuck. There was no way out of this without waking her up. It wasn't that he wanted to leave without saying goodbye, he just figured it would be easier for the both of them. Moving ever so slightly, he felt her ass rub against his cock, waking it up. He groaned shutting his eyes tightly in attempt to calm himself. He sighed attempting to untangle their legs. She stirred next to him with a sleepy yawn and looked up at him.

"What time is it?" He looked up at the clock seeing it was 6am as she sat up grabbing her phone, checking the time. She yawned, again, stretching as she stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Leaning forward, he grinned seeing her at the coffee maker already making coffee. Stretching himself, he got up and made his way into the  bedroom where she had, of course, folded his remaining clothes and set them neatly in the computer chair. He pulled on his jeans and glanced around as he remembered she had his T-shirt on. He eyed her Led Zeppelin T-shirt hanging over her computer chair and shrugged to himself. He walked quickly back over to the chair, grabbing it. Bringing the soft fabric to his face, he inhaled the sweet citrus smell he was becoming accustomed too. He shrugged again and put it on. It was a little more snug then the shirts normally wore, but it worked. Grabbing his other shirt, he made his way out to the kitchen where Olivia was already seated at the table with two steaming mugs.

Olivia looked up at him her eyes grew wide as coffee almost came out her nose. He chuckled taking a seat at the table grabbing the second mug. She laughed biting her lip.

"Fair is fair." He smirked taking a sip of the coffee. He groaned softly as his eyes rolled back into his head, he could not remember the last time he had had coffee this good. Maybe never. She giggled softly looking at him over her mug.

"Better than sex, right?" She smirked.

He chuckled "Not quite." He winked at her as he watched her turn the shade of pink he was growing to like. "How are you even available? No angry husband or boyfriend I should be ready for?" He chuckled. She shook her head, shrugging.

"No, I don't really date much. And...my last boyfriend cheated on me. So we're good there." She smiled taking a sip of coffee.

What in the hell was he doing? There was no way this would be more than a one...two night wonder. He racked his brain trying to think of the number of women he had slept with more than once. He came to the conclusion he could count them on one hand. The list of women he had actually slept with was even shorter. They were interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. He looked at her as she motioned for him to get it as she busied herself with her laptop. He walked into the living room grabbing his phone, of course, seeing Sam's name on the screen. He rolled his eyes answering the phone.

"Yeah." He answered shortly, growing agitated suddenly.

"Hey, we got a third vic last night. Where have you been?" Sam asked

"Around." He sighed. "Have you been to the morgue yet?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh, no. I just got the call. How quick can you get back to the motel?" Sam yawned into the phone.

"I'll be there in 30 and we can go check it out." He replied.

"Still not going to tell me where you are?"

"Good bye, Sam." He ended the call ignoring his brothers question. He placed his phone in his pocket making his way back into the kitchen. She looked up at him over her laptop and smiled softly.

"Everything okay?" She asked. He nodded in response.

"Uh, yeah. But I have to get going." He explained apologetically. Closing her laptop, she made her way over to him as he shrugged on his jacket over his shoulders. He sighed, he knew this part was coming, but it seemed harder than usual. 

"Listen, this weekend has been..." he trailed off. She shook her head crossing her arms over her chest.

"Just...take care of yourself, Dean." She smiled sincerely with what he thought was a sadness in her blue eyes. He nodded in response, happy she was making it easier. Taking a step forward he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head as he inhaled her scent one more time. He reluctantly made his way down to his car.

The drive back to the motel is was quick. He walked into the room seeing Sam already in his suit at the table on his laptop. Ignoring Sams looks and silent questions, he made his way to the bathroom. He washed his face quickly before there was a knock at the door.

"Give me a minute." He answered quickly.

"You good, Dean?" Sam asked through the door. He sighed rolling his eyes before exiting the bathroom and blowing pass Sam for his suit. He removed his jacket and plaid shirt.

"Yes, Sam." He grumbled. "I'm good."

"Oh?" Sam challenged. "Who's shirt is that?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest. Dean glanced down realizing he still had Olivia's shirt on.

"It's my shirt." He said simply. Sam rolled his eyes in response. He removed it and quickly began putting his suit on. 

"Dean..." Sam started.

"We're not doing this, Sam. So drop it." He growled slipping his jacket on over his shoulders. "Are you ready?" He said grabbing his keys and slipping his phone into his pocket. Sam nodded as they made their way to the car. Pulling out of the parking lot quickly, he started for the morgue. Luckily Sam stayed quiet for the seemingly endless drive there.

Once inside the building, the Medical Examiner lead them into the cool, sterile back room. He took them over to the metal table the new body was laid out on, covered by a stiff white sheet.

"She was found around the same area as the other two men early this morning." He said as he folded the sheet back. Dean paled slightly as he looked at the blonde from last night, red lipstick still smudged angrily around her mouth. Swallowing hard, he looked up at the medical examiner. He could feel his stomach churn slightly.

"Thanks, could you, uh, give my partner and I a minute?" He asked. The man nodded and exited the room swiftly. Dean turned to Sam who was already inspecting the body with a furrowed brow.

"What's up?" Sam questioned.

"She, uh, was at that bar...Mac's..last night." He coughed. "I..uh...saw her there."

"You saw her there as in?" Sam pushed, he rolled his eyes.

"She may have...came on to me." He scoffed as a light blush crept up his neck.

"Dean, you slept with her?" Sam asked his eyes widened.

"Actually, no. I turned her down." Dean confessed. Sam cocked an eyebrow looking up at him.

"Okay. We'll talk about the fact that you turned down sex later." Sam sighed. "But for now...did you happen to see who she left with then." Dean shook his head feeling an uneasiness in his gut.

"Well, her heart is missing. But there is also just a single bite on her forearm." Sam pointed. Dean's eyes narrowed, studying the wound.

"What are you thinking?" He cleared his throat putting his hands in his pockets.

"Not sure...it's almost like someone wanted to turn her...but then changed their mind." He said taking the pair of gloves he had put on and tossing them in the metal garbage can. Dean removed his hand from one of the pockets and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Let's get ahold of Cas and grab some lunch and then see if we can get our hands on the surveillance footage from the bar last night." Sam nodded in agreement.

They exited the room and thanked the Medical Examiner before heading back in the Impala. Looking around the parking lot, he inhaled the crisp air deeply. He slid in next to Sam, before heading back to the motel to meet up with Cas.