Supernatural: Season Two

Roadkill (1)

Roadkill (1)

Kylie's POV

I smiled at Bobby as he handed me some more of the 'empath brew'. "You still feeling good?" He questioned.

I gave a small shrug. "I feel better than I have in months." I admitted. "I'm able to stay awake without pain, I'm able to move, to kick ass, to actually think." I chuckled. "Bobby I owe you a lot, like my life."

"Well let's not get too ahead of ourselves." Dean chuckled as he walked into the motel room where Bobby was staying.

We were parting our ways from Bobby after two days spent together, and I had to say it was hard breaking away from the man who had become a close father figure to me.

Dean wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close as Bobby eyed the two of us. "I just got you back to semi-normal, I don't think I'm ready to give you up yet."

"Well I'm not going anywhere anytime soon thanks to Bobby." I leaned into Dean's chest, his hand going to my hip.

I watched as Bobby cocked a brow in suspicion. "I don't have to give you two the talk do I?"

Dean choked on his saliva and let me go, while my face turned beat red.

"Bobby we are being very um . . ." I trailed and scratched the back of my head with an awkward chuckle before turning to look at Dean. "We have a case right?"

"Yep a big one. Huge." Dean nodded. "And Sam's waiting for us in the car."

I moved to hug Bobby. "Thank you so much for your help."

The vibrations from Bobby chuckles made me smile. "Keep that idjit in line, would ya?"

"Always do." I smiled and cupped his cheek before taking a step back and walking out with Dean.

"Did Bobby just try to give us a sex talk?" Dean chuckled. "I swear I just had a stroke."

"No, he did which I kinda understand." I shrugged. "I mean I'm healthy, and you're well . . . you. I don't blame him from not wanting the creation of another Winchester in this messed up world."

He raised a brow. "Wow that was kind of harsh, don't you think?" He said through a smirk.

"Please a Winchester and Lawrence mixture probably would turn out to be Satan's baby." I admitted before smiling. "But it would be really cute."

Dean let out a chuckle and kissed my cheek. "That's my girl." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders as we walked to the Impala. Sam watched before rolling his eyes dramatically.

Sometimes it was hard working with Sam because he acted exactly like a younger brother would.

I gave a small smile as I slid in the back seat. Just as my door shut Sam turned to me and smirked. "You know, I'm glad you are getting better Kylie, but it's just sickening to watch you and my brother."

I shook my head and watched as Dean got in the car, my eyes and Sam's eyes on him, making him shift uncomfortably in his leather seat. "What?"

"Nothing, Sam's just saying how glad he is that I'm getting better." I spoke sarcastically.

Dean started up the car as Sam laughed. "I am glad, can you just turn down the PDA a little?"

"PDA?" Dean scoffed. "I do not do PDA."

"Oh yes, yes you do." I chuckled, thinking of the earlier times when Dean would kiss me. "And that's all you sweetheart." I taunted.

"Alright," Dean shifted uncomfortably again his cheeks red as he continued down the road, "Tell me about Highway 41."