Supernatural: Season Two

Tall Tales (4)

Tall Tales (4)
Kylie's POV

I crossed my arms around myself as I waited for Dean to come back from the sewer. I tapped the heel of my boot impatiently until finally the sewer lid popped open. Dean emerged with a grossed-out look on his face.

With a huff he lifted out of the sewers, pushing himself out until he was on the road.

"How was it?" I asked with a smirk.

"Awesome." Dean rolled his eyes.

"You're cranky." I teased as we headed down the alley way. "Is it from the lack of internet porn since Sam lost his computer?" I questioned.

Dean stopped and turned to look at me, a huge grin on his face. "You're jealous."

I felt my mouth drop, a breeze blowing my hair in my face. "I am not jealous. You can look at porn all you want." I shrugged. "Makes my job easier." I started walking, Dean caught up behind me faster than I could blink.

"Easier?" Dean chuckled.

"Yeah." I smirked. "That means if you get to watch porn, then you don't need to have the real thing from me."

"Woah, woah, woah sweetheart wait a minute."

I turned on my heel to look at him with a raised brow. "What? I'm not making you choose. You can have whatever you want. I just figured if you have the beautiful girls on the screen, then why would you need me?"

Dean raised a brow a smirk on his face as he cupped my cheek. "You think that's what I want?" He questioned. "You know how special you are to me." He leaned down and kissed me softly. "Sometimes a guy just has . . ." He trailed. "We don't really have to talk about this, do we?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "I get it. I know I haven't been feeling up to par lately, but hopefully now that I feel better . . . you won't need Sammy's computer." I leaned forward pressing my lips to Dean for a heated passionate kiss, one that I had never initiated on my own before.

Dean let out a throaty moan, both of his hands going to my hips to pull me closer, our tongues fighting for dominance, but I let him win. I always did.

I was indulging in the kiss one that I hadn't really received these last couple of months, enjoying his lips against mine when all the sudden, those soft plump lips became stiff.

"Dean." I let out in a whisper, pulling back confused. His eyes were wide, looking over my shoulder.

"Son of a bitch." He growled before stepping around me to go to his beloved Impala.

"Dean, what the hell?" I questioned, confused and frustrated.

He walked over to the car, kneeling down next to the tires, his face enraged and red.

I wondered what could make him from kissing me with such passion and need, to becoming so angry.

It was then I realized that all four of the Impala's tires were flat.

"Oh crap." I whispered to myself just as Dean picked up a money clip, waving it at me. Distantly I could see two letters engraved on it.

S.W.

"SAM!"

"Oh no, no, no." I let out before following Dean as he stormed into the motel. "Dean, just hold on a second."

Dean made no sound as he continued on, his footsteps quick and harsh.

"You think this is funny?" Dean asked as I walked into our room, behind him.