We arrive at a motel, the sun having gone down a long time ago. I have to focus to stay awake walking into the check-in counter, a young man handing me the key to my room.
"Here you go, pretty lady." He says, flashing me a toothy smile. I rip the key out of his hand, not bothering to cover my distaste. I turn to see Sam and Dean sneering at the poor guy, and I look over my shoulder with a grin. The man gulps,
"Room for two." Dean says as I push through the door out of the office. I walk outside down the yellow-lit walkway, counting down the numbers 'till I find my room.
I don't even bother getting my stuff out of my car before falling face-first onto the bed in the same dirty clothes I had worn all day. I curl up, frowning as I shove my nose into the comforter. I had almost died today- and it was gonna be my choice. Why didn't I feel bad about it?
Honestly, the thing that upset me was that it hadn't happened, only because now there was no known way of stopping yellow-eyes. The book with the ritual was gone, and I doubted a spare copy was just lying around Bobby's house. I punch my fist into the hard mattress,
"Damn it!" I yell, sitting up. This need to get revenge was consuming me, so much that I didn't care if I died to make it happen. Isn't something messed up about that? I'm only 19, I should have to spend more time thinking about an early demise before I volunteer to let it happen. It feels like the world is caving in on all sides and there's no way for me to stop it. I'm overwhelmed, and way, way out of my element.
I should've listened to Bobby all those times he told me this was a bad idea- I should've let Sam and Dean carry on without me, they'd of forgotten about me by now. I was more a danger to them than any help with yellow-eyes chasing me around looking for my box and my blood.
A knock on my door draws me from my harsh thoughts, and I slide off the bed to tip-toe over to the door. I check the peep hole before opening, just as a precaution. I open the door for Dean,
"What?" I ask, rubbing my eye with the palm of my hand.
"Did you hear anything else from that angel of yours?" He asks, pushing past me and barging into my room.
"No," I say rudely, shutting the door a little too hardly, then turning with my arms crossed to face him.
"Yeah? Has she mentioned how much of a dumb ass you are yet?" He asked, a mean expression taking over his features.
"Not that either," I scoff, leaning against the wall.
"Maybe you should think a little more clearly next time." He says, pointing at me. I shake my head,
"Dean, I'm trying, ok? If I have to die to stop Azazel, then I will. There's nothing you can do to change that." I huff, and his expression falls. He doesn't say anything for a while, just holds his mouth open like he's thinking.
"You would do the same, wouldn't you?" I ask, and he looks at the ground. Dean doesn't have to answer, I know that he'd say yes.
"This thing has taken so much from me. I won't let him take you too." He says, looking me dead in the eye. I hold my breath, unsure of what to say.
"Dean, I-" I start to say, but before I can finish my sentence he grabs me and smashes our lips together. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him as close as I possibly can. Dean hungrily bites my lip, then dips his head down to plant opened mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck.
"Dean," I moan, letting my head fall back. He wraps his fingers in my hair, pulling my neck to the side to gain better access to my throat where he continues to tease.
We blindly walk backwards, landing on the bed in a messy heap. He rolls us over, quickly pulling off his shirt as I do the same.
"You're sure?" Dean asks, and I don't respond, only grab his face and pull his lips to mine. Our bodies mold together, hands exploring every inch of skin the other has to share. The night blurs into ecstasy, and with him I know I'm ready to take the plunge.
*~*~*
We lie awake afterwards, Dean's arms wrapped tightly around my naked body. My leg is thrown over his torso and my head is resting sideways on his chest, listening to his steady heart beat. His hand glides over my bare back, dipping low, then tickling its way up between my shoulder blades.
I didn't know what this meant with yellow-eyes, but I know that he doesn't know anything yet, or else he'd of already been here to kill us both. At least now I'll be useless to him, and that was something I could smile about. If I couldn't be used to trap him, then I wouldn't be used for whatever he'd wanted me for.
I prop myself up on my elbows, pulling back to look into his beautiful green eyes.
"You know what I just realized?" I ask, smiling mischievously. Dean raises his eyebrows, adjusting his head on the pillow to look down at me.
"What?" He asks, licking his lips.
"You're seven years my senior, you dirty old man." I joke, playfully poking his chest. He pulls me down to his chest, rolling over on top of me. He kisses the top of my nose,
"Does that bother you?" He asks, and I reach up to scratch his head.
"No," I smirk, "I think it's pretty sexy."
"God, you're beautiful." He says and I blush, looking away.
Dean kisses my lips gently, pulling back to look down at me. His eyes look soft, in a way I've never seen them before. He seems as if he's about to say something, but his phone rings. He sighs loudly, rolling off of me to reach across the side of the bed to the nightstand.
"Hello?" He mumbles, holding the phone to his ear. I can't hear the other end, but I'm guessing it's Sam. Dean continues to ramble quietly into the phone, hanging up after a minute.
"That was Sam," he says, getting up from bed. He pulls on his pants,
"Where're you going?" I ask, sitting up with the sheets pulled around me.
"Sam said he needs me for something important, don't worry, I'll be back." He makes a clicking noise out of the side of his mouth, wiggling his eyebrows. I roll my eyes, throwing a pillow at him.
"Just hurry." I say, and he waves a hand at me.
"Be back soon, Princess." He jokes, blowing me a playful kiss. The door shuts behind him, and I lay back, closing my eyes.
I can't believe Dean and I had done... It. I cover my eyes with both my hands, smiling happily. I'd never of expected it to happen like this, in a motel room... As a kind of 'spur-of-the-moment' thing, but I couldn't be any happier about who it had been with.
Dean may be tough, but I know there's a soft side under his cool exterior. He cares about Sam, and I believe he's do anything in his power to keep the people he loves safe.
I let my attention drift off, and start to wonder when Dean will get back. Whatever, I'm sure he'll wake me up when he gets here. I pull the blankets up to my chin, then roll onto my side to get comfortable. I sigh in content, enjoying the moment of peace that I haven't had in a long time.
~*~*~
My eyes open slowly, sunlight beaming into the room through the tacky bright red and yellow curtains. I turn over, sticking my hand out to expect Dean's sleeping figure. Instead, my hand falls on a folded piece of motel paper. I furrow my brows, picking up the small note and un-crumpling it. I read the messy handwriting.
Layla,
Got to take care of something with Sam, go to Bobby's. I'll call soon.
-Dean
I lay down the note, confused. Why would they leave and not take me with them? I thought we were supposed to be partners.
I get out of bed, striding over to my bag to grab my phone. I check it, no missed calls or messages. I dial Dean's number, and it goes straight to voicemail. I try Sam's phone, and it rings, but he doesn't answer.
I storm into the bathroom, pissed as hell. I start the shower. I don't want to stay here, so I might as well go to Bobby's as soon as possible. I'm sure he's already bunkered down to fight off yellow-eyes. He's a well prepared man. Practically every room in his house has a devil's trap hidden, just in case of a demon infestation.
I hit the highway, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Still no word from Dean or Sam, and by the minute I can feel myself becoming increasingly agitated. I'd already tried calling Dean 4 times, and I had to restrain myself from leaving any more voicemails before they got nasty.
What was going on? Why weren't they responding to anything? They always answered their phones, no matter what. And why would Dean leave... After...
I drop my jaw, having to pull off the highway from shock. Did Dean do this because he got what he wanted out of me? My virginity? I take a deep breath in, trying not to cry from this possible realization.
No, Dean wouldn't do that. Right? He wasn't that kind of guy. At least, I hoped.
To put it in perspective, I don't known him that well. I don't know anything about him, really.
I wipe away at my eyes, looking at the noon sun beating from the center of the sky. How could I have been so stupid? Trusting him was a big mistake, and now I was paying the consequence.
My phone rings, and I quickly reach over and grab it.
"Hello?" I answer, hope rising in my chest.
"Hey, you coming this way yet?" Bobby asks from the other line. My heart sinks, and I run a hand through my hair.
"Yeah." My shaky voice answers.
"Alright- you ok?" He asks and I tightly close my eyes, trying to stop the tears.
"Yep." I say quickly and Bobby grunts,
"Alright, well... Keep me updated." He says, hanging up. I throw down my phone, taking deep breaths.
Damn it, why is this getting to me? I furiously wipe my face with my sleeve. Dean will call, I'm sure he will, I'm just over reacting and being pathetic. I grip the steering wheel, straighten my arms, and try to build up some confidence.
After about 4 minutes of pouting, I get back on the highway and head to Bobby's.
*~*~*
I pull up to the dusty car lot, my eyes drooping from the over-night ride. The new sun is rising in the distance. I see Bobby come out of the house onto the front porch, wiping his hands on a dish towel. He throws it down onto a small table and comes over to the car. I'm grabbing my phone and bag when he opens the door for me, smiling widely.
"How was the drive?" He asks, and I turn to him.
"Long," I complain and he laughs.
"You look exhausted, go and get some rest." He says while taking the bag from me. I don't hesitate before running into the house and to the upstairs bedroom I've been assigned. I quickly kick off my boots, then hop into the familiar bed and fall asleep.
Seven and a half hours later, I wake up and go downstairs to greet Bobby, whose reading in the library while on the phone. Bobby looks up at me, holding up a finger for me to give him a minute. I nod, going into the kitchen to get something to eat. There's old bananas and apples on the counter, so I go ahead and throw them away. I open the fridge, fearful of what I'll find. It's nearly empty, besides a jar of mayonnaise and some pickles. I shake my head, then open the cupboards.
I walk into the next room with a bowl of cereal, no milk, in my hands. Bobby's off the phone but his nose is buried in a book.
"Bobby, why don't you have any food? What have you been eating?" I ask, laughing.
"I don't have time from grocery shopping." He says, and I shrug, walking around looking at some books.
"Where are the Winchesters?" I ask, trying to sound nonchalant. My chest hurts, there's still been no word from Dean.
"Oh, I don't know- what happened? I thought they were gonna stay by your side forever." Bobby asks, raising his eyebrows. I turn away, shaking my head.
"I don't know..." I say, not going to say anything about my theory on Dean. If Bobby found out he'd probably choke Dean to death.
"Well, what can ya do?" He says, and I turn back to face him. On the walls I notice the same symbols from the jail, Bobby must've put them up to keep yellow-eyes away.
"Nothing, I guess." Is all I respond with. Bobby looks up at me suspiciously for a moment, then back down to his book.
I walk out the back door, taking a look at the maze of old, beaten up cars. I look down at a cooler sitting next to one of the cars, and open it up to see a few beers sitting on ice. I pull one out of the freezer, taking a huge swig.