Centuries

Sixteen-FINAL

Three Years Later

I am sitting in the coffee shop sipping on my hot drink, reading a book I picked up at the entrance of the shop. It's about finding a lost love and for some strange reason it's very comforting. I look up and stare at the storm rolling in. I will have to leave soon to get back to my apartment. 

After I left the bunker, I did keep in touch with the boys for a year and then stopped. It was hard having to see a text from Dean asking, no more like begging me, to come back. Soon after that, it was Maggie checking in on me. Then I made the hard choice to make myself disappear. 

New name.

New phone.

New life.

I hadn't hunted in over a year and to be honest, it felt amazing to live a somewhat normal life. I still am very careful of my surroundings. I drop my hand to my side where both a small blade and hand gun sit. Over the last year, while I worked to settle down and get myself a job, I have slowly added tattoos to help protect me. To the public eye they are weird symbols going down my spine. But for me, I'm hidden from demons, angels, locator spells, and much more. 

"Hi there," a males voice stirs me from my thoughts. I turn to see a ginger green eyed man standing next to my table. "Sorry, you seemed really lost in thought. I just wanted to come over and say hi. I've seen you around. Mind if I sit?"

"Um sure," I say, mentally reminding myself that I'm making a new life here. "I'm Martha," I say. Obviously not true, that was grandmothers name.

"James," the man say smiling. "Where are you from?"

Oh boy, I look out the window again and just stop. I swear I see something or someone familiar across the street. "Kansas," I say softly. I look back at James. "Lawerence area."

"That's awesome, I have some family that lives there," he laughs. "Did you know any Gordons there?" 

"Sadly no, I was only there for a few years and lived on the outskirts," I look back out the window and still the figure standing there. I start to gather my things, "I'm sorry James, you seem like a lovely guy, but I have to go. Gotta check on my cat." Another lie. I have to see what the hell I am seeing Michael across the street.

I hurry outside and the figure is gone. I look around and spot him a block away. I follow it until is disappears again. Which is super frustrating. I look to the right and see him again, there's a determined look on his face. 

"Alright," I say not caring about the people that hear me. "If you disappear, I'm back to that shop. I can't be chasing ghosts all over town." I walk towards the figure only to see it walk off to the right. I begin to jog and when I round the corner, again Michael disappears. I shake my head, "Son of bitch." I turn around and walk into someone. "Sorry."

Their hands grip my shoulders to steady me. They pull me back and there stands right in front of me is Dean Winchester himself. His green eyes haven't changed much but they did look a bit more empty. More hollow. He slowly drops his hands from my shoulders. 

"I saw you a pass by a shop I was in," he takes a step back and puts his hands in his jacket pockets. "I had to see if it was really you."

I look down. "I thought I saw something, but I guess it was just a mirage or trick in my head." I look back and Dean's eyes are looking me over inch by slow inch. "What brings you here?" 

Dean takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly before answering. "A solo case," He swallows hard. "I was just wrapping it up and heading back home." 

I look around see Michael not too far from us. He has a small smile on his face and he gives a small nod before his figure just disappears like smoke being blown away. I look back and see Dean was looking in the same direction.

"Did you see him, too?" I ask.

Dean nods. "Yeah," He turned to face me. "Is he back?" 

"I don't think so," I cross my arms tightly. "He showed up outside the coffee shop I was in. He lead me here. Kind of like I lead..." My words slowly trail off. "Dean, I think we were supposed to run into each other."

"I think so too," Dean licks his lips as he looks me over again.

"Want to go back to my apartment?" I ask. "I have beer and we can order in. There's a place that makes and delivers the greasiest burger ever." 

"You had me at beer," Dean smiles and I feel my heart stop a bit.

Within an hour we were back at my apartment. 

"It's not much," I say looking at the mix matches furniture. "But it's something."

"It's nice," Dean says plopping on the couch. "This feels better than that hard mattress at the motel."

I smile and head to the kitchen and fish two beers out of the fridge. I turn around and Dean is right there. His hands are on my hips, backing me up until my back hits the fridge. Without taking his eyes off mine, his hand slowly run up my sides until their cupping my face. He lays his forehead on mine. 

"I looked everywhere for you," he whispers . "Every case I was one, I'd look for you or hope that I'd run into you. Now," his voice trails off and I can hear the emotion in it. 

"I'm here now," I whisper back. "I'm not going anywhere."

I don't know who moved in first but Deans lips are on mine and my body just melts into his. Deans hand find their way to my hips again and he picks me up and spins around and set me on the table. He pulls back for a breath of air while I place the beer behind me. I turn back and grab the collar of his shirt and wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer. 

"I'm sorry," I whisper before pressing my lips back to his. I feel his tongue slide over my bottom lip and I give him access. He explores every part of my mouth as his hands work on pulling my shirt over my head. Leaving my plain black bra on. My hands drops to work on his pants. Once they were loose enough, both hands are sliding past the elastic. Grabbing his already hard member and rubbing it.

Dean moans against my mouth. "Fuck," he says pulling back. "God, I've missed you." He crashes his lips again picking me up and leading me to the couch.

"I've miss you, too," I say as I lay on my back while Dean hovers over me.