Hunting Hearts

Chapter 6

I find Dean and Castiel in the room full of books this morning.

I haven't taken my eyes off of the angel since I sat down, and he's done the same. We've been stuck in a stare down for at least fifteen minutes. I don't trust him. Other than the fact that he scared the hell out of me last night, something else doesn't sit right with me. Castiel can be so unnaturally still, and to be honest it's freaking me out. Head tilted to the right and electric blue eyes never leaving my face. I can tell Dean senses what's going on from behind his newspaper, but so far he hasn't said anything.  

Castiel didn't change his clothes from last night; but nothing looks dirty. The tan trench coat looks fresh and his white button down shirt and blue tie look only slightly wrinkled. I'm starting to get a knot in my back from my position in my chair, but I want to win this staring contest or whatever is going on. 

"Will you two knock it off?" Dean says, exasperation clear in his voice. Castiel furrows his brows and glances at Dean. 

I win. 

The energy breaks when Sam walks in. "So, we've got a report of another vamp nest a few miles from where Teagan was um-" He coughs, clearly uncomfortable. I raise a brow. "-kidnapped." 

"Do we know how many?" Dean asks sipping from his coffee mug. 

"It's a small one, not even ten of them."

Dean stands and takes one last sip. "Alright, let's go."

I stand up to head to my room and pack but Dean stops me. "You're not going." 

"Like hell I'm going to stay here." I tell him. 

"You don't know the first thing about hunting-"

"Then teach me." I cross my arms. "Now that I know stuff like this is out there I can't just, go back to being ignorant. I need to learn to defend myself." 

"I thought you could take care of yourself." Dean replies, a small smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. I try not to stare at his lips and just stare at him. "Okay, okay. We'll try and get you up to speed on the way there. Pack light. We need to leave in a half an hour." 

I smile and strut right past him, happy to have gotten my way. I halfway to my room when I hear Castiel say, "She is stimulating." I think Dean snorts. 

-

I'm once again in the front seat of the Impala, much to Sam's dismay. 

"So," I start, "vampires." 

"Sam?" Dean evades and passes it to the big moose in the back seat. 

"I'm sure you know a little bit about them. No sunlight, drinks blood, fangs. " Sam says and I nod. "They're pretty invulnerable creatures. They can't be killed by just a stabbing or gunshot, though knives coated in dead man's blood slows them down." 

"Dean man's blood?" I look at Dean. 

"That's pretty self explanatory." He replies. I swallow. 

"There's even been some experiments with scent. Apparently a burned mix of skunk cabbage, trillium, and saffron can throw off a vamps sense of smell if you rub the ashes onto clothing." Sam adds.

"That's nice, but lets get to how we kill them." Dean makes a hurry up motion with the hand not gripping the steering wheel.  

I could see Sam purse his lips in the rear view mirror and I stifle a laugh. "The only way to really kill them is decapitation, other than The Colt."

"One quick swipe." Dean echoes and nods. 

"That's it? Just separate the head from the body?" 

"Pretty much." Dean tilts his head and shrugs. I nod to myself and turn to stare out the window as we slip into silence. 

-

When we reach the motel the sun is already starting to set. Sam comes back with two room keys and hands one to Dean. They'd gotten into it a little in the car when Dean said I'd be in a room with him, but it fizzled out when we arrived. 

"Well," Dean looks at the numbers on the key and then at the door in front of us, adjusting his bag over his shoulder. "This is it." Unlocking the door, he lets me step in first and I can't help the jolt of disappointment that runs through my chest. 

Two beds. 

Did I even want to share a bed with Dean? Maybe a little. Curse Sam and his gentleman ways. 

I set my bag on the bed closest to the door but Dean throws it to the other bed. "I sleep near the door." He says and I roll my eyes. The room wasn't five star and there were some questionable stains in one corner, but we weren't here for comfort. We had a job to do. 

"I'm taking a shower first." I tell him, grabbing clothes from my bag and shutting the door before he can protest.

It's gross to say the least. More suspicious stains cover the tub and I shudder as I step in, trying and failing to ignore them. I quickly set about rinsing and washing with the soap I brought, because like hell I would use the stuff in here. And within ten minutes I'm done.

Thank God.

After I'm dried I reach for the underwear I brought in with me, but I don't feel them. s**t. "Dean?" I open the door a c***k. "Can you pass me my underwear?"

I hear him sigh. "They should be on top of my bag." I cringe. This is not how I wanted my first hunt to go. A second later his hand comes through the c***k holding my white underthings. I snatch them from his fingers and hear a small chuckle from the other side of the door. 

When I step out Dean isn't in the room. I turn the TV on and sit on the dusty comforter on my bed. I see my phone on the nightstand and think about texting him to see where he was but as soon as I grab my phone the door to the room opens and he steps in with a bag of fast food. 

"I had to get dinner from Sam." Dean says by way of explanation. I nod and stand, helping him fit everything on the small table next to the door. After he finishes his three pound burger he stands and announces he's going to take a shower. 

I flip through the channels but there's nothing that holds my attention so I switch it off. That's when I hear noises coming from the bathroom. Just little sighs- and grunts? What the hell? I quietly get up and creep to the door but the grunts just get louder until a long sigh reaches my ears. 

Holy s**t. Is Dean, getting off right now? My face flushes and I quickly rush back to the bed when I hear the water shut off. I turn the TV back on and try to pretend like I didn't just here come. 

He steps out a minute later, towel wrapped around his waist and I have to swallow to keep the drool in my mouth. God didn't spare any muscle when he created Dean. Thick arms and a tight chest, I think I'm going to pass out. He grabs a shirt from his bag and even though I'm trying to keep my eyes on the screen I can tell he knows I'm watching. He flexes his back a bit to show off and it takes all my effort to not rip the towel off. Dean closes the door and I breathe, squeezing my thighs together. Bastard.