Night Prowler
Night Prowler
Chapter 2: Free Falling
Chapter Wordcount: 1408
“I still think you should go home, let my brother and I handle this,” he whispered behind her.
She spun so quick it had him stumbling backwards to keep from running into her.
“Listen, Dean, I grew up in these woods. Learned to swim in D’Lo,” she said, pointing over his shoulder, “I had my first gun at 6, rifle at 8, shot my first buck at 10, cougar at 12 and was making my own ammunition by 15, so no, I’m not going to go home and let you and your brother take care of it. And don’t tempt me to put a bullet in your foot right now and leave you here to keep you off my back.”
He smirked.
She just groaned and walked away.
They sat on opposite sides of the cave, leaning against the rock walls.
“So how do you know about this…stuff?”
“It’s my job.”
She sighed, clearly irked with that nonanswer.
“What about you?” he asked, trying to take the spotlight off of himself.
“Well, let’s see, people killed, hearts missing, just so happened they all took place during full moons…I took a leap.”
“Pretty big leap.”
“Well I’ve always been kinda open to the idea of things out there that we can’t explain,” she shrugged. “Figured I’d take a shot.”
Dean nodded in acceptance and a bit of respect. “Not bad.”
“Thanks…I guess,” she grinned.
Dean smirked. “I just don’t meet a whole lot of people that believe, let alone are out there trying to fight it.”
“Well what about you and your brother? How’d you get into it?”
“We grew up with it. My mom was murdered. My dad kinda took things into his own hands after that, kinda been a family mission.”
“Sorry.”
“Eh, it’s not your fault.”
They both stood when they heard something snap.
She slid over to his side of the cave, standing slightly in front of him, which earned a glare. She snapped the safety off her gun and aimed into the darkness.
They both saw the shadow stalking towards them, all fur and muscle and stink.
She grimaced, damn thing smelled like a hound dog that took a dip in the swamp muck.
It stopped, sniffing the air and started to growl before pinning them with its yellow eyes.
It launched itself at them with an ungodly roar.
Dean ducked and rolled to the other side, away from the beast’s target and then panicked when he realized Shylah hadn’t followed him.
“Shylah!”
She stood, feet spread slightly and aimed at the horror flying at her.
She emptied her magazine into the animal, grinning in satisfaction when she heard it whine, before she dropped to her knees and rolled forward letting the 300 plus pounds of beast fly over her head to crash into the stone wall with a sickening crack before recoiling and crashing to the ground. The sound echoing in the small-enclosed space.
Dean recovered from the deafening gunshots and crashes and shot to his feet aiming at the werewolf lying on the ground, fully ready for it to jump back up and attack.
He slowly put down his gun when the animal didn’t move.
“Nice.”
She grinned.
He walked over to the mass of fur, toeing it with his boot, and double-checking it was down for the count.
He smirked and nodded. “Well…”
There was a creak and a rumble and both of them looked around.
“What was that?”
All they heard was a crack before they found themselves falling amongst rocks and debris.
Dean groaned and took mental stock of his body and moved experimentally. Nothing seemed to be broken but he knew he’d be hurting in the morning. “Fuck,” he hissed.
He heard a groan behind him and forced himself up.
“Shit…Shylah? You alright?” he asked, spotting her and shuffling over to where she was emerging from some rubble.
She groaned, “Oh yea, I’m just peachy.”
He grinned and crouched down next to her with a wince.
She pulled her elbow around, craning her neck to see her jacket in bloody shreds around raw skin.
“Son of a bitch, this was my favorite jacket.”
Dean chuckled and carefully touched her brow where there was a slow drip of blood running down her forehead.
She hissed but allowed him to poke around.
“Looks like you cracked it pretty good…you might have a concussion.”
“Great,” she said sarcastically.
“Here,” he said, standing up and pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket, handing it to her before going to retrieve their guns.
“A man that still carries a handkerchief…that’s rare,” she said with a grin.
He grinned cockily as he handed her her gun.
“Thanks.”
“You don’t happen to have some rock climbing gear on you do you?” he asked as he looked up from the hole they had fallen into.
She just shot him a look.
“Yea, I know,” he mumbled, pulling out his cell phone. “Damnit.”
“What?”
“No cell reception.”
“Really? ‘Cause I heard the mole people around here have great service.”
“Shut up.”
“Your brother, Sam, he’ll come looking for you won’t he?” she asked, dabbing at her forehead.
“No. We weren’t going to meet back up until 6am.”
She groaned, “Just perfect, we are so screwed.”
“No, we’ll just wait till he gets here.”
“Hey Einstein, in case you haven’t noticed, we’re stuck here until morning with no means of making a fire, unless of course you have some sort of magic or something so we can burn rocks.”
He glared, “Do I look like Harry Potter?”
“It’s supposed to get down to 65o tonight, and seeing as we’re underground,” she said, glancing up, “I’d be willing to bet at least 5o below that.”
He sighed, “We are so screwed.”
An hour later they were curled up on the floor, sharing their jackets and keeping each other warm.
“You’re joking me!”
“Naw,” he laughed, “he was completely covered in goo, it was hilarious.”
She laughed, ducking her head into his chest.
He sighed, shifting his arms around her.
“Man, I hate caves.”
She laughed again.
As the temperature dropped lower, they snuggled closer. Swapping stories and laughing in the dark.
She sighed and pulled his arm around, looking at his watch and groaned.
“Only 9 o’clock…we’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
Dean grinned.
She rolled her eyes and laughed.
Another hour later and they were laying together, her face against his chest.
She sighed and he pulled back to look at her.
“You alright?”
“Yea,” she whispered, her crystal blue eyes almost glowing in the darkness.
He bent down slowly, entrapped in her eyes, like a moth to a flame, watching her for any signs that she didn’t want this.
He closed his eyes when her own soft lips connected with his.
They lost themselves in the kiss and when they finally broke they were both breathing kind of hard.
She sighed and he rolled his forehead against hers.
When they met eyes he went tongue tied, trying to find the right words to say.
“Relax Dean.”
He chuckled, embarrassed.
She laughed too and nuzzled his solid chest when he held her tighter.
She pulled back and kissed him again softly and he looked at her questioningly.
“You sure?” he whispered.
She just grinned. “I’ve had my share of one-nighters too,” she paused. “I’m not going to pretend I’m not attracted to you. Hell, we got some time to kill, why not?”
He chuckled nervously.
“I know you’re not a bad guy Dean. I can tell that much. Which, will probably make it worse in the morning,” she paused, “The good guys always leave you wanting more,” she whispered.
If he had been anyone other than Dean Winchester he would have blushed.
“Look, if you don’t want to…”
“No, no, I didn’t say that,” he stuttered before she kissed him to shut him up.
“I like you Dean.”
He stared.
“And I know you’re not going to stick around here.”
He looked away for a second.
“It’s okay Dean.”
He just sighed before kissing her softly, his whole body coming alive under her touch.
She was curled up against his chest, his face cheek resting against her own.
He sighed and she smiled against him, kissing his nipple and making him twitch.
“That’s one way to keep warm.”
He chuckled and moaned his agreement before kissing her, slow and deep as she moaned into his mouth.
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Chapter 2: Free Falling
Chapter Wordcount: 1408
“I still think you should go home, let my brother and I handle this,” he whispered behind her.
She spun so quick it had him stumbling backwards to keep from running into her.
“Listen, Dean, I grew up in these woods. Learned to swim in D’Lo,” she said, pointing over his shoulder, “I had my first gun at 6, rifle at 8, shot my first buck at 10, cougar at 12 and was making my own ammunition by 15, so no, I’m not going to go home and let you and your brother take care of it. And don’t tempt me to put a bullet in your foot right now and leave you here to keep you off my back.”
He smirked.
She just groaned and walked away.
They sat on opposite sides of the cave, leaning against the rock walls.
“So how do you know about this…stuff?”
“It’s my job.”
She sighed, clearly irked with that nonanswer.
“What about you?” he asked, trying to take the spotlight off of himself.
“Well, let’s see, people killed, hearts missing, just so happened they all took place during full moons…I took a leap.”
“Pretty big leap.”
“Well I’ve always been kinda open to the idea of things out there that we can’t explain,” she shrugged. “Figured I’d take a shot.”
Dean nodded in acceptance and a bit of respect. “Not bad.”
“Thanks…I guess,” she grinned.
Dean smirked. “I just don’t meet a whole lot of people that believe, let alone are out there trying to fight it.”
“Well what about you and your brother? How’d you get into it?”
“We grew up with it. My mom was murdered. My dad kinda took things into his own hands after that, kinda been a family mission.”
“Sorry.”
“Eh, it’s not your fault.”
They both stood when they heard something snap.
She slid over to his side of the cave, standing slightly in front of him, which earned a glare. She snapped the safety off her gun and aimed into the darkness.
They both saw the shadow stalking towards them, all fur and muscle and stink.
She grimaced, damn thing smelled like a hound dog that took a dip in the swamp muck.
It stopped, sniffing the air and started to growl before pinning them with its yellow eyes.
It launched itself at them with an ungodly roar.
Dean ducked and rolled to the other side, away from the beast’s target and then panicked when he realized Shylah hadn’t followed him.
“Shylah!”
She stood, feet spread slightly and aimed at the horror flying at her.
She emptied her magazine into the animal, grinning in satisfaction when she heard it whine, before she dropped to her knees and rolled forward letting the 300 plus pounds of beast fly over her head to crash into the stone wall with a sickening crack before recoiling and crashing to the ground. The sound echoing in the small-enclosed space.
Dean recovered from the deafening gunshots and crashes and shot to his feet aiming at the werewolf lying on the ground, fully ready for it to jump back up and attack.
He slowly put down his gun when the animal didn’t move.
“Nice.”
She grinned.
He walked over to the mass of fur, toeing it with his boot, and double-checking it was down for the count.
He smirked and nodded. “Well…”
There was a creak and a rumble and both of them looked around.
“What was that?”
All they heard was a crack before they found themselves falling amongst rocks and debris.
Dean groaned and took mental stock of his body and moved experimentally. Nothing seemed to be broken but he knew he’d be hurting in the morning. “Fuck,” he hissed.
He heard a groan behind him and forced himself up.
“Shit…Shylah? You alright?” he asked, spotting her and shuffling over to where she was emerging from some rubble.
She groaned, “Oh yea, I’m just peachy.”
He grinned and crouched down next to her with a wince.
She pulled her elbow around, craning her neck to see her jacket in bloody shreds around raw skin.
“Son of a bitch, this was my favorite jacket.”
Dean chuckled and carefully touched her brow where there was a slow drip of blood running down her forehead.
She hissed but allowed him to poke around.
“Looks like you cracked it pretty good…you might have a concussion.”
“Great,” she said sarcastically.
“Here,” he said, standing up and pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket, handing it to her before going to retrieve their guns.
“A man that still carries a handkerchief…that’s rare,” she said with a grin.
He grinned cockily as he handed her her gun.
“Thanks.”
“You don’t happen to have some rock climbing gear on you do you?” he asked as he looked up from the hole they had fallen into.
She just shot him a look.
“Yea, I know,” he mumbled, pulling out his cell phone. “Damnit.”
“What?”
“No cell reception.”
“Really? ‘Cause I heard the mole people around here have great service.”
“Shut up.”
“Your brother, Sam, he’ll come looking for you won’t he?” she asked, dabbing at her forehead.
“No. We weren’t going to meet back up until 6am.”
She groaned, “Just perfect, we are so screwed.”
“No, we’ll just wait till he gets here.”
“Hey Einstein, in case you haven’t noticed, we’re stuck here until morning with no means of making a fire, unless of course you have some sort of magic or something so we can burn rocks.”
He glared, “Do I look like Harry Potter?”
“It’s supposed to get down to 65o tonight, and seeing as we’re underground,” she said, glancing up, “I’d be willing to bet at least 5o below that.”
He sighed, “We are so screwed.”
An hour later they were curled up on the floor, sharing their jackets and keeping each other warm.
“You’re joking me!”
“Naw,” he laughed, “he was completely covered in goo, it was hilarious.”
She laughed, ducking her head into his chest.
He sighed, shifting his arms around her.
“Man, I hate caves.”
She laughed again.
As the temperature dropped lower, they snuggled closer. Swapping stories and laughing in the dark.
She sighed and pulled his arm around, looking at his watch and groaned.
“Only 9 o’clock…we’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
Dean grinned.
She rolled her eyes and laughed.
Another hour later and they were laying together, her face against his chest.
She sighed and he pulled back to look at her.
“You alright?”
“Yea,” she whispered, her crystal blue eyes almost glowing in the darkness.
He bent down slowly, entrapped in her eyes, like a moth to a flame, watching her for any signs that she didn’t want this.
He closed his eyes when her own soft lips connected with his.
They lost themselves in the kiss and when they finally broke they were both breathing kind of hard.
She sighed and he rolled his forehead against hers.
When they met eyes he went tongue tied, trying to find the right words to say.
“Relax Dean.”
He chuckled, embarrassed.
She laughed too and nuzzled his solid chest when he held her tighter.
She pulled back and kissed him again softly and he looked at her questioningly.
“You sure?” he whispered.
She just grinned. “I’ve had my share of one-nighters too,” she paused. “I’m not going to pretend I’m not attracted to you. Hell, we got some time to kill, why not?”
He chuckled nervously.
“I know you’re not a bad guy Dean. I can tell that much. Which, will probably make it worse in the morning,” she paused, “The good guys always leave you wanting more,” she whispered.
If he had been anyone other than Dean Winchester he would have blushed.
“Look, if you don’t want to…”
“No, no, I didn’t say that,” he stuttered before she kissed him to shut him up.
“I like you Dean.”
He stared.
“And I know you’re not going to stick around here.”
He looked away for a second.
“It’s okay Dean.”
He just sighed before kissing her softly, his whole body coming alive under her touch.
She was curled up against his chest, his face cheek resting against her own.
He sighed and she smiled against him, kissing his nipple and making him twitch.
“That’s one way to keep warm.”
He chuckled and moaned his agreement before kissing her, slow and deep as she moaned into his mouth.
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