Burnt [Supernatural] #Wattys2015

Where Did the Party Go? (Part 2)

After getting back, the boys took me to go burn the bones of the kid. I felt bad digging up the grave, but for other human's sake, it had to be done. All of this was so bizarre. I mean, a ghost can actually murder someone just like that.

"They have to have a lot... And I mean a lot of buit up anger to get enough energy to murder." Sam explained, after we got back to the motel.

I nodded, crawling into one of the beds. The last few hours of the day were pretty tiring. Digging up graves was not just a work out... It was a tiring job.

I soon felt Dean flop into the bed, and pull the covers over the both of us. It wasn't awkward to him.. But to me? Yeah. It was. Having a guy you knew some about pressed up against your back side was kind of awkward. Just everything was touching.

I heard Dean laugh, "You must really not be comfortable."

I turned my head the slightest bit, "What makes you say that?"

Dean chuckled, "You're shifting around a lot."

"Oh," I turned to look back at the wall, "Sorry."

Dean's muscular arm wrapped around my midsection, "Who said I didn't like it?" His whisper wasn't chilling, but kind of nice... In a sense.

The shower started, and Dean seemed to get closer to me. I tried not to move, but I couldn't help to think about what was happening. A hot man was pressed up against me... On the same bed. Did I just call him hot?

I felt him shift from behind me. I was rolled on to my back, Dean hovering over me. My eyes widened, and my heart sped up. Dean had a seductive smirk on his face, while I had a horrified look. What the fuck?

Dean moved closer to my face. I felt his lips lightly touch my own, and heat spread through my lips. I didn't move for a moment, but soon moved against his lips. The heat spread through me like fire. I liked it. I really liked it. It wasn't my first kiss, but it was sure better than the first. And the previous ones I've shared with the few other guys. When Dean pulled away, both of us were breathing heavily... Heat was covering my face in a blush. I saw the smirk on his face again, and heard the shower turn off.

Dean rolled off of me, but I stayed still. His arm was draped over me again, and his lips touched my cheek. A soft kiss was lingering, but soon left my cheek. Dean lied back down, closing his eyes. I did the same, trying to act as if nothing happened. Just in case Sam were to get out of the bathroom.

A few minutes passed, and everyone was laying in bed. Sam almost asleep, and Dean falling asleep. My eyes opened again, but not because I wasn't tired. I was... But I was afraid to fall asleep. The past few nights were okay, but they were still filled with nightmares. I couldn't have one again. It hurt too much.

After a few hours, I fell into a deep sleep.

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DEAN POV

I woke up, slightly startled. Elizabeth was moving as if someone were holding her down and she was struggling. Small whimpers came from her mouth, and I couldn't stand it. Usually I didn't give a crap if someone were having a nightmare. I couldn't tell what was wrong with me. I cared for Elizabeth.

My thoughts stopped, when her ear piercing scream echoed in my ears. Sam stayed asleep, but I shook her awake like I did the previous nights.

"ELIZA! Wake up," I shook her lightly.

Her eyes opened, and for a second, she was okay. But, soon her tears flowed down her cheeks. I held her like I did the first night. I cradled her and told her everything was okay. I mean, I'm not as good at this as Sam, but she seemed to like the little comfort I could offer.