Supernatural: Season Two

Croatoan (1)

Croatoan (1)

Kylie's POV

Spilling my guts to Dean and Sam made each of our relationships tense.

Dean was by my side every moment of every second of the day, while Sam had his head buried into some sort of book about the history of psychics.

I appreciated the way they cared for me, I did, but this was exactly the reaction that I didn't want. I didn't want to be put under lock and key, being watched by Winchester eyes.

I just wanted to go on as normal as possible.

I opened one of the coolers in the gas station that Dean had taken us to for a snack run, and grabbed a six-pack of whatever was going to put me to sleep.

I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist, making my smile.

"You know Winchester, you keep putting your hands on me like that then you're going to have to buy me dinner." I teased and turned into Dean's arms.

He pulled back from me holding up a couple of sticks of beef jerky. "Will this do?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed on his chest. "I'm worth more than that." I paused, glancing at the sticks before taking one.

He smirked, his green eyes twinkling with mischief.

"What?" I asked with a side smirk as I twisted the beef jerky in my hands.

"Just looking at you is all." He spoke in a soft tone.

Although he had a smile on his face, I could tell that there was sad thoughts going through his mind.

I reached forward and cupped his cheek, softly running my thumb over his plump bottom lip before pulling away. "Let's pay for this and go." I let out softly, running the back of my hand over my forehead.

"Are you in pain?" He asked somberly.

I forced a smile to my face and shook my head. "No, but I'm sure Sam is worried." I lied, moving to the register and letting Dean pay for our junk food and beer.

We were on our way back to the Impala when Dean stopped and halted me from moving. He nervously looked down at the bag in his hands before his eyes met mine. "I got you something."

"From the gas station?" I couldn't help but tease making Dean roll his eyes.

"Don't laugh, I just thought it would help . . ." He trailed and reached into the bag as I tried to peer over his hands to see my little surprise, only to be disappointed when he pulled out a pair of black gloves.

I cocked a brow. "Gloves? I don't get it."

"I figured," He started, pulling them free from their plastic hold, "that if you wear these and don't touch anything you won't have a vision."

I felt my face soften as a gentle sigh left my lips. "It doesn't really work that way Dean."

"I know, but maybe it's a start." He tried, holding the gloves out to me.

I shook my head. "Honey," I started with a sigh, "it's thoughtful, it really is, but I'm not wearing these."

"Just try." Dean argued before becoming soft. "For me."

I paused, looking into his eyes beforeI reached for the gloves, snatching them out of his hands before sliding each of them on, feeling the soft fibers against my skin. "So I'm supposed to wear these all the time?" I asked, looking down at them.

"Pretty much, or until we can get a hold of your visions." He nodded.

"So . . ." I trailed with a wicked grin. "I have to wear these during sex?"