Fic: A Beginner's Guide to Hunting, [Rose/Dean]
a beginner's guide to hunting, romance, dean/rose, pg-13. she's horrible at hunting, at first. but with a little help and instruction, maybe she'll get better. [supernatural/doctor who crossover]
She's horrible at hunting, at first. She can't shoot a crossbow to save her life, much less aim salt in the right direction. She has no clue what holy water is for, or the right pronunciation of the Latin. Of course, neither does he.
And in a quick fix, he'll maybe let her drive the Impala. Just maybe.
She's strong. Two hacks and the head is off. Impressive.
"Nice job," he grunts while trying to kill the next vampire.
"Thanks!" she says, out of breath. She looks at him and grins, and he's distracted for a moment.
Another two whacks and it's all over. "Jesus, guys," Sam says. "They were about to kill you."
Rose makes a face. "Sorry."
Dean smirks. "I could've handled it." He winks at Rose, who rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out.
"Real mature," Dean says, but the pink of her tongue and the curve of her lips send chills through his chest.
They're hiding from a cult that wants to kill them. Dean thinks it's stupid - why hide when he could shoot them? But there's something weird going on and they've decided it was best to split up.
Dean wants Rose to go with Sam. "I can hold them off," he says with confidence. Sam's face falls.
"Dean? What? No, you can't," he protests. Dean looks at Rose, and sees her glassy eyes flickering. They stare at each other for what feels like forever.
Dean mouths, "Please."
Rose nods. "We should split up. But I'm going to stay with you, Dean."
"What? No way!"
"I need to make sure you won't do something stupid," she replies, and her voice is strong and cold.
"I'm not sure," Sam says, looking tentatively at Dean.
"No fucking way," Dean says. "No. You go with Sam."
Rose crosses her arms. "No." She looks at Sam. "I still love you."
Sam smiles a bit. "I know. He needs protecting, and we need to split up."
With both of them staring at him, arms crossed, Dean feels a surge of emotion pushing up into his throat. "Fine," he says softly. "Fucking hell."
She insists that they share the bed. "Don't be so awkward!" she tells him. "It's a queen sized bed. There's enough room for the both of us."
He doesn't think so, but there's no getting out of it. His back aches and his feet are sore and he really doesn't want to sleep on the floor. "Why the fuck did we only get one bed?"
"We're broke."
"Right."
The night is awkward, to say the least. Her warm body next to him, the covers rising and lowering every time she breathes. She's turned to him, and their faces are close together. He can feel her warm breath on his cheeks. She smells like sugar.
He knows he's not going to get any sleep that night. Not with her breathing on him, being so near to him, looking so pink and yellow and sweet.
"Fuck," he grouses, as he gets up and walks into the bathroom to take a cold shower.
"Run!" he yells, taking her hand in his. By now the entire side of their room has been blown off by some creepy magic voodoo shit. Her sweaty palm is immediately in his, and her weight as he tugs her with him feels comforting. He's anchored. He can't stay and fight and die. He has to protect her.
They run, and everything's a blur. He only looks far ahead enough to see where to turn. He only looks behind him to make sure she's still there. His hand is numb, grasping hers so tightly. His gun is in his other hand, but he won't shoot. Not when she's around.
They've been backed into a wall. He grimaces as he feels prickles on his body from the torturing magic. He's worried about her, but he can't seem to do anything. He needs to breath, and needs to raise his gun and shoot the son of a bitch. But his will has been snatched from him, and he can't do anything but look over at her. A tear rolls down his cheeks in frustration. He doesn't want to die helpless, without Sam. Fuck no.
There's a shot, and it's over.
It's quiet, and dark. "Dean," he hears. A voice, panicky and crying. "Dean, wake up!"
He opens his eyes. It's almost too dark to see. "What the fuck fell on me?" he said, his head splitting with pain.
Rose throws her arms around him. "I was so worried," she sobs. "I'm supposed to protect you when we're hunting and I didn't. I'm sorry."
It's an awkward situation, but he strokes her back softly. She smells like sweet gunpowder.
"What happened?" he asks.
Rose pulls one arm from his neck to wipe her cheeks with her hoodie's sleeve. "I shot him. I took your gun and shot him."
Dean's eyes widened. "Wow."
"What?" Rose asks, the tears stopping.
"You're actually getting good at this. Hunting and stuff."
Rose gives a small laugh. "Yeah, I guess."
Her arms are still around his and her smell is intoxicating. His head aches and he's not sure he's still in control of his body, but he doesn't mind when their lips meet. The kiss is chaste at first, sweet and soft. They say nothing as they look at each other. The tears still glimmer on her cheeks.
Their lips meet again, with more passion. Her mouth is wet and supple, and he slips his tongue into it, tasting her. She tastes like she smells - like honey and chocolate.
They break apart. "Is that...Twix?" he asks. She laughs.
"Yeah. I snuck one from the vending machine."
"I thought we were broke."
"Well, now we are."
He grins and looks at her. "Well, then part of that Twix is mine," he says, and they kiss again.
When they meet up with Sam, Dean is relieved to know that his little brother is all right. He smiles at his brother. "How did the hunting go?"
Sam shrugs. "Nothing. I guess they weren't interested in me, for once. You?"
Dean nods. "It went real well. Rose is becoming a pro."
Rose smiles and slips her fingers through his. "So, where to next?"
"Oh, I dunno," Dean says, sighing. "Sammy?"
"There's been some weird killings in San Francisco recently. But I don't know, it might just be normal stuff," Sam replies.
"Well, let's go see," Dean says, and starts to walk to the Impala, Rose's hand still in his. "And let's kill some fucking demons."
Rose raises her other hand and exclaims, "I call shotgun!"
As the two of them get into the car and the music begins to blast, Sam runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "This is going to be a hell of a long trip."
She's horrible at hunting, at first. She can't shoot a crossbow to save her life, much less aim salt in the right direction. She has no clue what holy water is for, or the right pronunciation of the Latin. Of course, neither does he.
And in a quick fix, he'll maybe let her drive the Impala. Just maybe.
She's strong. Two hacks and the head is off. Impressive.
"Nice job," he grunts while trying to kill the next vampire.
"Thanks!" she says, out of breath. She looks at him and grins, and he's distracted for a moment.
Another two whacks and it's all over. "Jesus, guys," Sam says. "They were about to kill you."
Rose makes a face. "Sorry."
Dean smirks. "I could've handled it." He winks at Rose, who rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out.
"Real mature," Dean says, but the pink of her tongue and the curve of her lips send chills through his chest.
They're hiding from a cult that wants to kill them. Dean thinks it's stupid - why hide when he could shoot them? But there's something weird going on and they've decided it was best to split up.
Dean wants Rose to go with Sam. "I can hold them off," he says with confidence. Sam's face falls.
"Dean? What? No, you can't," he protests. Dean looks at Rose, and sees her glassy eyes flickering. They stare at each other for what feels like forever.
Dean mouths, "Please."
Rose nods. "We should split up. But I'm going to stay with you, Dean."
"What? No way!"
"I need to make sure you won't do something stupid," she replies, and her voice is strong and cold.
"I'm not sure," Sam says, looking tentatively at Dean.
"No fucking way," Dean says. "No. You go with Sam."
Rose crosses her arms. "No." She looks at Sam. "I still love you."
Sam smiles a bit. "I know. He needs protecting, and we need to split up."
With both of them staring at him, arms crossed, Dean feels a surge of emotion pushing up into his throat. "Fine," he says softly. "Fucking hell."
She insists that they share the bed. "Don't be so awkward!" she tells him. "It's a queen sized bed. There's enough room for the both of us."
He doesn't think so, but there's no getting out of it. His back aches and his feet are sore and he really doesn't want to sleep on the floor. "Why the fuck did we only get one bed?"
"We're broke."
"Right."
The night is awkward, to say the least. Her warm body next to him, the covers rising and lowering every time she breathes. She's turned to him, and their faces are close together. He can feel her warm breath on his cheeks. She smells like sugar.
He knows he's not going to get any sleep that night. Not with her breathing on him, being so near to him, looking so pink and yellow and sweet.
"Fuck," he grouses, as he gets up and walks into the bathroom to take a cold shower.
"Run!" he yells, taking her hand in his. By now the entire side of their room has been blown off by some creepy magic voodoo shit. Her sweaty palm is immediately in his, and her weight as he tugs her with him feels comforting. He's anchored. He can't stay and fight and die. He has to protect her.
They run, and everything's a blur. He only looks far ahead enough to see where to turn. He only looks behind him to make sure she's still there. His hand is numb, grasping hers so tightly. His gun is in his other hand, but he won't shoot. Not when she's around.
They've been backed into a wall. He grimaces as he feels prickles on his body from the torturing magic. He's worried about her, but he can't seem to do anything. He needs to breath, and needs to raise his gun and shoot the son of a bitch. But his will has been snatched from him, and he can't do anything but look over at her. A tear rolls down his cheeks in frustration. He doesn't want to die helpless, without Sam. Fuck no.
There's a shot, and it's over.
It's quiet, and dark. "Dean," he hears. A voice, panicky and crying. "Dean, wake up!"
He opens his eyes. It's almost too dark to see. "What the fuck fell on me?" he said, his head splitting with pain.
Rose throws her arms around him. "I was so worried," she sobs. "I'm supposed to protect you when we're hunting and I didn't. I'm sorry."
It's an awkward situation, but he strokes her back softly. She smells like sweet gunpowder.
"What happened?" he asks.
Rose pulls one arm from his neck to wipe her cheeks with her hoodie's sleeve. "I shot him. I took your gun and shot him."
Dean's eyes widened. "Wow."
"What?" Rose asks, the tears stopping.
"You're actually getting good at this. Hunting and stuff."
Rose gives a small laugh. "Yeah, I guess."
Her arms are still around his and her smell is intoxicating. His head aches and he's not sure he's still in control of his body, but he doesn't mind when their lips meet. The kiss is chaste at first, sweet and soft. They say nothing as they look at each other. The tears still glimmer on her cheeks.
Their lips meet again, with more passion. Her mouth is wet and supple, and he slips his tongue into it, tasting her. She tastes like she smells - like honey and chocolate.
They break apart. "Is that...Twix?" he asks. She laughs.
"Yeah. I snuck one from the vending machine."
"I thought we were broke."
"Well, now we are."
He grins and looks at her. "Well, then part of that Twix is mine," he says, and they kiss again.
When they meet up with Sam, Dean is relieved to know that his little brother is all right. He smiles at his brother. "How did the hunting go?"
Sam shrugs. "Nothing. I guess they weren't interested in me, for once. You?"
Dean nods. "It went real well. Rose is becoming a pro."
Rose smiles and slips her fingers through his. "So, where to next?"
"Oh, I dunno," Dean says, sighing. "Sammy?"
"There's been some weird killings in San Francisco recently. But I don't know, it might just be normal stuff," Sam replies.
"Well, let's go see," Dean says, and starts to walk to the Impala, Rose's hand still in his. "And let's kill some fucking demons."
Rose raises her other hand and exclaims, "I call shotgun!"
As the two of them get into the car and the music begins to blast, Sam runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "This is going to be a hell of a long trip."