Night Prowler
Night Prowler
Chapter 3: Night Prowler
Chapter Wordcount: 1479
Dean woke way early in the morning, watching her sleep for a minute before kissing her brow.
She shifted and sighed.
“Sorry babe,” he whispered, “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
She smiled, holding him tighter, “It’s okay.”
He smiled and kissed her when she looked up at him.
“Why don’t you and Sam come back to my place? Eat a home cooked meal, get some rest.”
Dean pondered it for a moment. Painfully aware that he was already more attached to her then he should be, which added to him wanting to go. Spend one more day with her. But at the same time, making him wonder if he should just cut and run.
But she had a point. Some food and rest would be good before hitting the road again, he justified it to himself.
“Okay,” he smiled, kissing her again.
They got dressed a little while later. Dean took a seat against the wall where she settled between his legs, leaning back into him, his arms wrapped around her, while they waited for Sam.
“Oh my god…” Sam whispered, seeing the dead werewolf. “Dean?!”
“Sammy!” he called, “Oh, thank god,” he muttered, getting up from the floor. “Sam, be careful, there was a cave in. We’re down here.”
He saw Sam’s shaggy head appear over the edge.
“You okay?” he asked, his eyes raking over Dean before shooting over to Shylah in surprise.
“Yea, we’re fine. Go get that rope out of the trunk of the car and get us the hell outta here.”
“Alright, here,” Sam said, tossing down his water bottle which Dean caught easily and immediately tossed to Shylah.
“Thanks.”
“Alright, I’ll be right back,” Sam said before disappearing.
Shylah took a sip of water before handing the bottle back over to Dean.
“Your brother’s cute,” she grinned.
He groaned and swallowed the water, shooting her a glare.
She laughed. “Must run in the family,” she said, walking up to him and kissing him.
He smirked and kissed her back.
Dean came up behind her at the stove and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
She smiled and leaned back into him as he kissed her cheek.
“Smells good.”
“Mmm hmm.”
He sighed and her smile faltered, turning around to look at him.
“Don’t.”
“Shy…”
“Don’t,” she said, putting her finger over her lips to stop him.
“Just…don’t. I know, okay,” she whispered, looking down.
He sighed again and pulled her into a hug.
“I wish I could…at least take you to a movie or something.”
She laughed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Me too,” she said, rising to her tiptoes and kissing him.
Dean came around the corner and headed to the couch, handing Sam a beer before sitting down with his own in silence.
Sam watched him cautiously. He didn’t know exactly what had happened between Dean and Shylah, although he had a pretty good idea, but he could tell Dean was attached.
And that didn’t happen every day.
Plus he knew how it felt. Falling for a girl just to have to turn around and walk away. He still looked for jobs in New York, just for an excuse to go see Sarah.
“She seems cool.”
“Yea.”
Sam glanced at him as he sighed.
“I told her we’d stay another night…leave in the morning.”
Sam nodded and took a sip of his beer. “Cool.”
Dean sniffed and got back up, walking away.
“I’m sorry man,” Sam said quietly, hoping Dean wouldn’t shut down now that he pulled a chick flick card.
Dean stopped in the doorway and turned slightly, before glancing at Sam.
“Thanks man,” he said quietly with a sad smile before walking off.
Dean came out of the bathroom and smiled at Shylah who was already curled up under the covers.
He slipped in behind her and pulled her into him.
She smiled and turned over, smiling at him.
He grinned back and kissed her softly before pulling back, staring into her blue eyes and sighing.
“Dean, it’s okay.”
“No it’s not.”
She shrugged, “No, but it’s going to have to be. You guys have to leave, I understand that. I knew what I was getting into with you.”
He sighed again and looked away, letting his hand run down her arm.
“I just…I wish things could be different,” he whispered.
She smiled and cupped his cheek, making him look at her again.
“I know,” she whispered back, “Me too.”
They stared at each other in silence, before she leaned in and kissed him softly.
“You know, if you boys are ever in Mississippi again, you can always stop by,” she smiled.
He grinned and nodded, “We will.”
She smiled again and he sighed, mentally kicking himself for getting attached like this. But she wasn’t some dumb bimbo he’d bang in the bar bathroom, wasn’t some airhead that laughed at his jokes no matter how lame. She was strong and independent and sexy as hell and real.
He kissed her, shutting up the thoughts in his head.
Just one more night.
Dean woke up to the light filtering through the curtains. He watched Shylah sleep for a minute, cursing the fact that he would have to shatter this picture perfect weekend.
He sighed and kissed her gently.
She smiled and sighed, snuggling into his warmth.
He buried his nose into her neck before pulling back and kissing her deeply.
They broke and stared at each other in silence.
She cupped his cheek, “Why don’t you go grab a shower, I’ll make some breakfast.”
He sighed and kissed her again before reluctantly leaving the warmth of the bed and headed to the bathroom.
She walked up the steps to her kitchen to see Sam standing over the stove.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?!” she asked, hands on her hips.
Sam froze, eyes wide, mouth open and spatula in hand.
“I um…I just…uh…”
She grinned and he realized she was joking, dropping his head and laughing, as she walked by him and poured herself a cup of coffee.
“I thought I’d let you guys sleep in,” he said with a small smile.
She smiled back and sat down on one of the barstools at the counter.
“Thanks,” she said quietly.
He just smiled. “You know…I’ve seen my brother with a lot of girls…”
She smirked.
“I mean…not that he…I just…” he stuttered, realizing how that must have sounded.
She raised her hand. “Relax Sam.”
He grinned. “I just, I’ve never seen him get so attached…that means something.”
She blushed and looked away.
He smiled before Dean came in and took the barstool next to her.
Sam grinned again and turned back to the stove.
Shylah glanced up from her coffee and shared a grin with Dean.
Sam tossed their last duffle bag into the trunk and slammed it shut, walking back over to where Shylah was standing on the front porch.
He smiled and pulled her into a hug.
“Bye Shylah.”
“Bye, Sam,” she smiled.
He grinned back and crunched through the gravel, getting into the driver’s side of the Impala.
Dean was leaning against the rear fender, hands stuffed in his pockets, staring at the ground.
Shylah slipped her own hands in her pockets and walked over to him.
He looked up and smiled sadly at her before pulling her into a hug.
She rested her cheek against his chest and sighed.
After a minute she pulled back to look at him.
He leaned in and kissed her, resting his forehead against her own.
“I’m gonna miss you,” she whispered.
He sighed, “Me too.”
She kissed him again. “If you’re ever south of the Mason Dixon line again, you better let me know,” she grinned.
He smirked and nodded. “I will…I promise.”
She sighed and kissed him one last time.
He swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat and got into the passenger side.
Shylah waved at Sam and then watched Dean in the side mirror as he stared at her and they pulled away.
Sam took a chance and glanced over at Dean who had his sunglasses on and was staring at the drab scenery that passed.
“You know,” Sam started, causing Dean to turn slightly and look at the dashboard.
“I got a girl waiting in New York…I guess you just prefer the country chicks huh?” he grinned.
Dean smiled slightly and glanced at Sam who smiled back.
A few more awkward minutes of silence and Sam dug out a cassette tape and popped it into the tape deck.
Bon Scott started belting out in classic AC/DC fashion.
Somewhere a clock strikes midnight,
And there’s a full moon in the sky,
You hear a dog bark in the distance,
You hear someone’s baby cry,
Dean grinned at Sam who smiled back.
“Thanks man.”
Sam grinned and looked back out the windshield.
I’m your night prowler…
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Chapter 3: Night Prowler
Chapter Wordcount: 1479
Dean woke way early in the morning, watching her sleep for a minute before kissing her brow.
She shifted and sighed.
“Sorry babe,” he whispered, “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
She smiled, holding him tighter, “It’s okay.”
He smiled and kissed her when she looked up at him.
“Why don’t you and Sam come back to my place? Eat a home cooked meal, get some rest.”
Dean pondered it for a moment. Painfully aware that he was already more attached to her then he should be, which added to him wanting to go. Spend one more day with her. But at the same time, making him wonder if he should just cut and run.
But she had a point. Some food and rest would be good before hitting the road again, he justified it to himself.
“Okay,” he smiled, kissing her again.
They got dressed a little while later. Dean took a seat against the wall where she settled between his legs, leaning back into him, his arms wrapped around her, while they waited for Sam.
“Oh my god…” Sam whispered, seeing the dead werewolf. “Dean?!”
“Sammy!” he called, “Oh, thank god,” he muttered, getting up from the floor. “Sam, be careful, there was a cave in. We’re down here.”
He saw Sam’s shaggy head appear over the edge.
“You okay?” he asked, his eyes raking over Dean before shooting over to Shylah in surprise.
“Yea, we’re fine. Go get that rope out of the trunk of the car and get us the hell outta here.”
“Alright, here,” Sam said, tossing down his water bottle which Dean caught easily and immediately tossed to Shylah.
“Thanks.”
“Alright, I’ll be right back,” Sam said before disappearing.
Shylah took a sip of water before handing the bottle back over to Dean.
“Your brother’s cute,” she grinned.
He groaned and swallowed the water, shooting her a glare.
She laughed. “Must run in the family,” she said, walking up to him and kissing him.
He smirked and kissed her back.
Dean came up behind her at the stove and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
She smiled and leaned back into him as he kissed her cheek.
“Smells good.”
“Mmm hmm.”
He sighed and her smile faltered, turning around to look at him.
“Don’t.”
“Shy…”
“Don’t,” she said, putting her finger over her lips to stop him.
“Just…don’t. I know, okay,” she whispered, looking down.
He sighed again and pulled her into a hug.
“I wish I could…at least take you to a movie or something.”
She laughed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Me too,” she said, rising to her tiptoes and kissing him.
Dean came around the corner and headed to the couch, handing Sam a beer before sitting down with his own in silence.
Sam watched him cautiously. He didn’t know exactly what had happened between Dean and Shylah, although he had a pretty good idea, but he could tell Dean was attached.
And that didn’t happen every day.
Plus he knew how it felt. Falling for a girl just to have to turn around and walk away. He still looked for jobs in New York, just for an excuse to go see Sarah.
“She seems cool.”
“Yea.”
Sam glanced at him as he sighed.
“I told her we’d stay another night…leave in the morning.”
Sam nodded and took a sip of his beer. “Cool.”
Dean sniffed and got back up, walking away.
“I’m sorry man,” Sam said quietly, hoping Dean wouldn’t shut down now that he pulled a chick flick card.
Dean stopped in the doorway and turned slightly, before glancing at Sam.
“Thanks man,” he said quietly with a sad smile before walking off.
Dean came out of the bathroom and smiled at Shylah who was already curled up under the covers.
He slipped in behind her and pulled her into him.
She smiled and turned over, smiling at him.
He grinned back and kissed her softly before pulling back, staring into her blue eyes and sighing.
“Dean, it’s okay.”
“No it’s not.”
She shrugged, “No, but it’s going to have to be. You guys have to leave, I understand that. I knew what I was getting into with you.”
He sighed again and looked away, letting his hand run down her arm.
“I just…I wish things could be different,” he whispered.
She smiled and cupped his cheek, making him look at her again.
“I know,” she whispered back, “Me too.”
They stared at each other in silence, before she leaned in and kissed him softly.
“You know, if you boys are ever in Mississippi again, you can always stop by,” she smiled.
He grinned and nodded, “We will.”
She smiled again and he sighed, mentally kicking himself for getting attached like this. But she wasn’t some dumb bimbo he’d bang in the bar bathroom, wasn’t some airhead that laughed at his jokes no matter how lame. She was strong and independent and sexy as hell and real.
He kissed her, shutting up the thoughts in his head.
Just one more night.
Dean woke up to the light filtering through the curtains. He watched Shylah sleep for a minute, cursing the fact that he would have to shatter this picture perfect weekend.
He sighed and kissed her gently.
She smiled and sighed, snuggling into his warmth.
He buried his nose into her neck before pulling back and kissing her deeply.
They broke and stared at each other in silence.
She cupped his cheek, “Why don’t you go grab a shower, I’ll make some breakfast.”
He sighed and kissed her again before reluctantly leaving the warmth of the bed and headed to the bathroom.
She walked up the steps to her kitchen to see Sam standing over the stove.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?!” she asked, hands on her hips.
Sam froze, eyes wide, mouth open and spatula in hand.
“I um…I just…uh…”
She grinned and he realized she was joking, dropping his head and laughing, as she walked by him and poured herself a cup of coffee.
“I thought I’d let you guys sleep in,” he said with a small smile.
She smiled back and sat down on one of the barstools at the counter.
“Thanks,” she said quietly.
He just smiled. “You know…I’ve seen my brother with a lot of girls…”
She smirked.
“I mean…not that he…I just…” he stuttered, realizing how that must have sounded.
She raised her hand. “Relax Sam.”
He grinned. “I just, I’ve never seen him get so attached…that means something.”
She blushed and looked away.
He smiled before Dean came in and took the barstool next to her.
Sam grinned again and turned back to the stove.
Shylah glanced up from her coffee and shared a grin with Dean.
Sam tossed their last duffle bag into the trunk and slammed it shut, walking back over to where Shylah was standing on the front porch.
He smiled and pulled her into a hug.
“Bye Shylah.”
“Bye, Sam,” she smiled.
He grinned back and crunched through the gravel, getting into the driver’s side of the Impala.
Dean was leaning against the rear fender, hands stuffed in his pockets, staring at the ground.
Shylah slipped her own hands in her pockets and walked over to him.
He looked up and smiled sadly at her before pulling her into a hug.
She rested her cheek against his chest and sighed.
After a minute she pulled back to look at him.
He leaned in and kissed her, resting his forehead against her own.
“I’m gonna miss you,” she whispered.
He sighed, “Me too.”
She kissed him again. “If you’re ever south of the Mason Dixon line again, you better let me know,” she grinned.
He smirked and nodded. “I will…I promise.”
She sighed and kissed him one last time.
He swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat and got into the passenger side.
Shylah waved at Sam and then watched Dean in the side mirror as he stared at her and they pulled away.
Sam took a chance and glanced over at Dean who had his sunglasses on and was staring at the drab scenery that passed.
“You know,” Sam started, causing Dean to turn slightly and look at the dashboard.
“I got a girl waiting in New York…I guess you just prefer the country chicks huh?” he grinned.
Dean smiled slightly and glanced at Sam who smiled back.
A few more awkward minutes of silence and Sam dug out a cassette tape and popped it into the tape deck.
Bon Scott started belting out in classic AC/DC fashion.
Somewhere a clock strikes midnight,
And there’s a full moon in the sky,
You hear a dog bark in the distance,
You hear someone’s baby cry,
Dean grinned at Sam who smiled back.
“Thanks man.”
Sam grinned and looked back out the windshield.
I’m your night prowler…
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