The Damned Angel || Supernatural

Lazarus Rising 2

(Dolores' P.O.V.)

Dean's gaze turned from Bobby to Dolores and he was stunned to see just how drop dead gorgeous she was up close. He stared into her stormy eyes, nearly drowning in the crashing waves of ocean blue. Dean could feel his face heat up as he stared into her blue orbs, his attempts to suppress his blush failing spectacularly as soon as he saw her smirk morph into a Cheshire Cat like grin. He swallowed the lump in his throat and coughed to clear away his blush. Dean covered his face with his normal cocky confidence and grabbed a hold of her immensely soft hand.

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine, sweetheart." Dean said with a flirty grin, only for it to be washed away and replaced with a bewildered expression. Instead of shaking his hand, Dolores brought it up to her lips and gently kissed it. Her eyes glided up to his face to see a red hew paint itself across his cheeks and she smiled sweetly into the gentle kiss. Dolores brought his hand away from her lips, their hands still clasped lightly in each other's. Her smile turned into another mischievous grin.

"I highly doubt that, my dear."

A beat of silence passed by all three hunters as Dean and Dolores got lost in each other's eyes.

The silence was swiftly broken by Bobby.

"Quit flirting and givin' him googly eyes Dolores, he just got back." Bobby groaned, giving Dolores a stern look.

"Alright fine, if you insist Bobby." Dolores teased, letting go of Dean's hand. She raised her own up in surrender, and took a step away from him.

"I was introducing myself properly to the poor boy. And besides," Dolores shrugged her shoulders innocently, "I wasn't the only one flirting." She sent Dean another wink before turning around to grab a kitchen towel off the oven door handle. Dean stared at her a little longer before glancing at Bobby in disbelief and awe.

Bobby chuckled softly, seeing light red still dusted on Dean's cheeks. Dolores turned back towards the two men, towel in hand.

"Here, use this to wipe the holy water off of your face." Dolores gestured around her face with one hand and offered Dean the towel with her other.

"Th-thanks." Dean replied with a small half smile taking the towel from her hand, his cheeks heating up once again.

He had stuttered. Dean Winchester had just fucking stuttered while saying thanks. Both him and Bobby were in shock to say the least, though Bobby hid his better. This was the most flustered Dean had ever gotten around a woman before. He couldn't believe the way he was acting.

'Goddamnit! She's become the female version of Dean!' Bobby nearly face palmed at the realization. He walked through the kitchen into his library. Dean scurried quickly behind him while Dolores leaned on the doorway leading into the room with her arms crossed.

"That don't make a lick of sense." Bobby said, referring to Dean's return.

"Yeah, you're preaching to the choir." Dean replied, wiping the holy water off of his face. The blush finally dissipated away. Bobby walked behind his desk and turned around to face him.

"Dean, your chest was ribbons. Your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of Hell and back in your meatsui—"

"I know, I should look like a 'Thriller' video reject." Dean interrupted.

"What do you remember?" Bobby questioned. Dean looked off to the side of the room, trying to recall anything.